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Geocaching
TwP writes: "Looking for something to do with your GPS receiver besides finding your car in the grocery store parking lot? Try Geocaching. The idea is simple: take some item and hide it somewhere in the world, record the latitude and longitude using your GPS receiver, post the location to the Web so that others can find your stash. Most people leave a five gallon plastic bucket with a few items inside and a logbook. When someone finds the bucket they take an item, leave an item, and sign the logbook. Take a look at the original (read "non-pretty") page."
Good call.
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So, combine this sport with this one.
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And you can describe the secret hanshake and birdcall in the logbook so that when you meet at the Old Tree you can tell the good guys from the bad guys. The battle WILL be won - your mom WILL let you use the rickety treehouse, even if it IS dangerous.
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Me, I paid UKP360 for a Garmin eMap thing in Maplins, http://www.maplins.co.uk/ , earlier this year. Good thing it is, too. Like it lots, even works on planes and has a decent map facility.
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If you're really desperate, have a look at <http://spodzone.org.uk/temp/gps_ani.gif>. That's based on real data of me approaching Gatwick airport and doing the loop before landing
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...has a contest just like this. During this years' Death Valley Torture Test, they hid four MT license plates in Death Valley. They give you the coordinates in the issue, and the first people to find the plates get a prize of some sort.
It's a neat idea - I just wish I lived closer to Death Valley.
Or maybe it's just Blair Witch that made me afraid of the outdoors. :)
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It's another cool, although useless idea, foiled by spammers!!
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Or, if it's somewhat controlled course, put the gps in the third or forth bucket, and require map/compass/altimeter to find it.
I dig this stuff. I use the gps a lot for backroads travel, and a couple times a gps/compass was vital to finding the car in the dark in the desert. Not quite a life or death situation, but it allowed us to walk in a straigh line back, instead of a over-corrected but guarenteed route that would have had us walking until dawn, with no water.
Another thought. It seems that orienteering would be a perfect activity to get computer nerds outside. Math and problem solving. Seems like the natural outdoor sport of geeks.
Jason
Response: "Woman! We play that game every damn day, only without the help of any GPS."
I blush and twitter nervously and next I know, the guys are talking about putting my key/wallet/cell IN a stash bucket so they can find them more easily AND get help from other stash hunters!
WTF?!?!?!?
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What, a broken website? :)
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A target for my Poor Man's Cruise Missile* project!
*To stave off the confusion of last time, I was talking about a model airplane or jet, not a real one.
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Sometimes it's best to just let stupid people be stupid.
I guess there's a bad apple in ever bunch.
For the old-schoolers, or if you want to handicap: lose the GPS and get your USGS (U.S. Geological Survey) maps out. Navigate using a compass, or, for an additional challenge, on pure terrain association. That's actually quite a bit more fun than using a GPS -- it's actually *possible* to get lost.
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This used to be called orienteering. Give a person a map and compass, and let them loose. Ever hear of a Brunton compass?
I wonder if a hybrid sport might arise from this. Use a GPS unit to find one bucket, then use a compass and map to find another bucket that isn't so far that a newbie might get seriously lost, but far enough to require skill with the compass and map. (The instructions for the second bucket are inside the first).
This would have the advantage of luring some otherwise hestitant newbies into the more challenging sport of pure compass and map navigation, with the GPS unit handy to help out if they get lost and really need to find the car. :)
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...before drug dealers are using this? If they aren't already? After all, a freaking mini-sub was confiscated last week...
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For a good time, meet me at Latitude 38 34" 16' N, 98 56" 23' W. Caw like a raven twice.
...a GPS with at least 1m accuracy, so I can note where I left stuff around here.
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An AIDS infected syringe wont stay AIDS infected for long once outside the body, and time between geocache visits would probably(?) be measured in weeks not hours. (Also, unless I had AIDS, I wouldn't want to play with AIDS infected needles when constructing public area booby traps)
That aside, ruling out your example scenario obviously doesn't rule out your underlying concern so I'll have a shot at that too.
Now why would somebody do that? Presumably they get a kick out of knowing they've completely fucked up the life of someone they'll never meet - or something along those lines.
If this is their motivation, then why would they wait until Geocaching to satisfy it? They could string piano wire accross a downhill section of a cycle path at neck height at night, they could pour arsenic into the town drinking water, they could release the front wheel quick-release of bikes parked in a bike stand (this has happened to me), they could snip the break cable of a car while the owners are camping, they could smear cyanide on a stairway banister rail...
If you want to make yourself safe from all the hypothetical things sick-fucks could do, then you're going to have to pull out of life.
Feel safer?
The stuff of urban legends, I know, but there's still a lot of strange people out there.
(Funniest bit of all: we're all into server and box security. We don't want anyone touching our files or seeing what silly little sites we've been to. But we leave our physical goods out in the open for others to scavenge? :) Talk about mixed up principles).
- I don't care if they globalize against free speech. All my best free thoughts are done in my head.
Another one of these GPS hunts is the degree confluence project. The object is to log integer longtitude/latitude positions with a GPS and to get a picture of that location.
This has been around since the beginning of May when SA was turned off. It evolved from another sport calld 'letterboxing' where they did stuff like this but with maps, compasses, etc.
I've been following the sport for quite a while, right since it started up, and so far theres been next to no problems with 'people walking off with the bucket' so to speak. Some people choose to leave 'prizes' in the bucket, while some choose to leave just a log book. One of the first stashes held a used GPS unit (i guess the guy upgraded and put his old one in the pot). One of my best friends is gonna go plant one in the middle of the desert with a pad and a couple of pens. not every bucket is going to house a pot of gold.
Think about it though... most people aren't going to go on a web site, look up their local area, find a local stash. drive for a half hour to the general area, and spend another hour looking for a small sealed bucket in a relatively well hidden area unless they plan on writing in the log book and following the rules.
The people who fuck shit up like this are the one who find it without knowing what it is. Some jerkoff is going to go chasing after a missed frisbee and find it. come to the conclusion (in a drunken stupor of course) that this thing is full of all neat kinds of goodies! lets steal it!
You dont have to worry about people doing shit like that if you put it in a good place. Dont put them where the average schmoe is going to find it. The only people who will find it then are the ones who WANT to make an effort to find it. And I dont know about you, but i dont know of many people who will waste 3 hours of time just to steal a bucket with some batteries and some MREs.
Just so you know, as i write this, right next to me is a stash. Ive been putting it together for a week. 2gallon bucket. a log book. some extra pens, and some 'goodies' which in total arent worth more than about $10. I spent a couple of hours in a bookstore looking at hiking/backpacking guides, and another two hours scouting sites in the local area. This sucker is probably getting planted later this weekend. There arent any for me to find yet, so I'm going to do MY best in putting one down so someone else can find it.
This used to be called orienteering. Give a person a map and compass, and let them loose. Ever hear of a Brunton compass?
I'm looking for a handful of people who have done this before, and are as geographically diverse as possible, to help me out with a small adjunct to Project Cameo.
If you're interested, please drop me a line at cameo@slash.fury.com.
Thanks!
Kevin Fox
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Yes, and while I'm locating buckets with my GPS, I may just don my green raincoat, head on over to my local train station and jot some of the train numbers down in my little book. After that, I retire at home with a cup 'o tea and a sarnie and go through my extensive stamp collection. An exilarating game of rummy might be good too.
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The Train spotter dons a green anorak and no matter what the weather, heads on over to the local train station to spot trains.
Often the trainspotter takes along a packed lunch in a tuppleware container or wrapped neatly in wax paper. Lunch usually consists of white bread sandwiches with the crusts neatly sliced off.
The excitement mounts as the trainspotter nears his destination, knowing that today is special !
Arriving at the train station, notebook clutched tightly in hand, the trainspotter gets ready for the 8.30am from wigglesmouth, heading to barkleydale - there it goes ! - right on time ! The train spotter jots this down in his little notebook and munches on a sarnie.
Nearby, a crowd of excited youngsters whoop in joy as they find a green bucket !
The trainspotter wonders over to see what all the fuss is about and one of the youngsters starts chattering wildly about his new GPS gadget and how it enables him and his friends to have great fun finding hidden stash !
That's it, cries the trainspotter, my trainspotting days are over, GPS hide and seek is a lot more fun.
He knew this day was going to be special, but had no idea just how extra-ordinary it would be !
Ahh, he sighs, it's a good job those youngsters read slashdot every day !
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Hi, I represent CBS, and we already own the rights to "Geo Scavenger Hunt" (tm) and would ask that you refrain from using that trademark in your posts, even though it's completely within your rights, but we don't care because we're a corporation.
The premise is the team that finds all of the items last has to pick someone from the team to strip down naked and run a gauntlet of fly swatters while people line up on each side and shoot them with rubber-band powered paper bullets. The hunts will be repeated until nobody is left on one team.
Mike
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