Mississippi River Series-Bluegill LbNA #8065 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Leapin' Lizards  |
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| Plant date: | Apr 3, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Onalaska |
| County: | La Crosse |
| State: | Wisconsin |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | Agent Ink |
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| Last found: | Nov 25, 2005 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFaa |
| Last edited: | Apr 3, 2004 |
Missing again...looks like some "graffiti artists" have been in the area. 3/21/07
Here he was again. Hook in his mouth…gasping. It didn’t happen very often. A fish doesn’t get to be his size by getting caught. “Yes, yes, take your pictures. I know I’m quite large for a bluegill,” he thought. As onlookers gawked and the hook was removed, his opportunity for escape presented itself. With a mighty flip of his tail, sending people flying through the air, he was able to clear the tree line. Tumbling down the hill he could see the Great River. Unfortunately, people had gathered on the old railroad bed, where he could have surely make one last jump down to his home. He flipped south down the trail a ways. He could see the island he used to hang out by at 248 degrees and the septuplets he would swim around at 300 degrees. He was however, cornered and exhausted. He heard the rush of water in the woods to his left. Maybe he could hide in there and make it back to the Mississippi after everyone had left. He took a heading of 110 degrees and flipped into the woods. But he was just too tired. He got wedged 25 paces down the trail between a triangle and a rectangle. The bluegill was then hoisted back up to the top of the hill where you can still visit him today. Enjoy the view!
Poison ivy all along the main trail...didn't see any where the box is hidden, but use caution.
Here he was again. Hook in his mouth…gasping. It didn’t happen very often. A fish doesn’t get to be his size by getting caught. “Yes, yes, take your pictures. I know I’m quite large for a bluegill,” he thought. As onlookers gawked and the hook was removed, his opportunity for escape presented itself. With a mighty flip of his tail, sending people flying through the air, he was able to clear the tree line. Tumbling down the hill he could see the Great River. Unfortunately, people had gathered on the old railroad bed, where he could have surely make one last jump down to his home. He flipped south down the trail a ways. He could see the island he used to hang out by at 248 degrees and the septuplets he would swim around at 300 degrees. He was however, cornered and exhausted. He heard the rush of water in the woods to his left. Maybe he could hide in there and make it back to the Mississippi after everyone had left. He took a heading of 110 degrees and flipped into the woods. But he was just too tired. He got wedged 25 paces down the trail between a triangle and a rectangle. The bluegill was then hoisted back up to the top of the hill where you can still visit him today. Enjoy the view!
Poison ivy all along the main trail...didn't see any where the box is hidden, but use caution.