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Bubba Quixote's Golden Acorn LbNA #10995 (ARCHIVED)

Owner:Adoptable
Plant date:Sep 19, 2004
Location:
City:Louisville
County:Winston
State:Mississippi
Boxes:1
Found by: The Gamecock
Last found:Apr 11, 2005
Status:FFa
Last edited:Sep 19, 2004
Update: Box alive and well as of 4-20-05

Although Bubba never jousted with windmills like his great-great-great-great-double step cousin on his half-sister's side, My uncle Bubba Quixote did have a taste for adventure and had a tendency to see things not exactly as they really were. I can remember growing up him telling me stories about a golden acorn he found and hid once. I always figured it was just another of his tall tales.

However, just this morning I was cleaning out the attic and found tucked into the owner's manual for his old Edsel an envelope labeled "Topp Cee-crit". (Bubba never was known for his spelling). Inside the envelope was a note he had written. It concerned the Golden Acorn. Reading through it, it mentioned details he had never told me, leading me to believe there just may be something to it. The note read as follows:

"18 November 1939

Tooday I finaly fount that ther goldin akern Ida bin lookin fer. Afeared tho them dangt revy nooers was goint try ta take it aways frum me, I decided I'd best hide that thang. I rode ol' Bessie, my best saddlin' critter (not to mention prize-winnin milk kow) up to Louisville to Legion State Park. As I rode in, I noticed this hear "honner box" callin' fer somethin called uh "En-Trance" fee. I kinda figgered this wuz sum kinda uh Franch werd fer puttin a hex on ya, sos I decided I'd best pay it! Dang, I shore didn't need no hex on me since I wuz bout too be rich, so I putt my 16 bits in tha box. Not fer down the road, there wuz this great big ol' yeller snake stretched clean crost tha road. It peered ta be asleepin, so me an ol' Bessie, we reel silent like jumpt on crost it and kept on goin'. Not long aftur that, we come to a holler that had anuther one of them big yeller snakes crost tha road comin' outta a littel bitty ol' waterin' hole. I think it wuz done dead though, cause I saw it's two grate big ol' yeller tooths a stickin' strate up in tha air. We jumpt on crost that one too.

We travelt 7 tenths of a mile mor on tha main road and veert left down to a sumwhat bigger waterin' hole than tha first one. Down at the neer end, sum grate big ol' beevers dunn billded a grate big ol' dam crost the end. (dunn a neet job of it tho!)Thare wur too brijjes goin frum whar I tied ol Bessie up to whar that grate big' ol beever dam wuz. One of them brijjes I didn't ritely see no need fer, butt it wuz thar so I crost it. I counted the number of boards that made up the floors of both brijjes. As soon as I stept offa the second (longer) brijje, I took the same number of steps as tha number of boards that made up them two brijje floors down tha length of that thar beever dam.

When I got as fur down the beever dam as that tookt me, I seen to my right about 50 feets away a tree bout a foot and a half in diameter at eye level that wuz tha kinda tree that woulda had akerns fallin offa it. Standing directly in front of that thar tree with the waterin' hole behind me, I seen two big pine trees at ruffly the 10 o'clock puzzishun bout 35 feet away from the akern tree at the edge of a ravine. The akern is hid in uh metal box behind the bigger pine tree. Now this hear's importtant, so I don't wanna fergit it: Thar's two pine trees at the 11 o'clock puzzishun too about 20 feet away. Them ain't the ones! Dang, I shore hope them revy newers don't find this hear akern afore I kin sail it!

Signt,
X X"

This was the end of the note. I knew it was authentic and important because there were two X's at the bottom, signifying that he had marked his first AND last name!

As far as I know, he never returned. Shortly after this, he heard of a "Silver Star" and "Golden Moon" several miles away in Philadelphia. Figuring these to be worth considerably more than a golden acorn, Bubba concentrated his efforts in that direction. We never heard from him again.

Letterbox logistics: The terrain is fairly easy, but be advised the levee can be slippery when wet. Watch your footing. There is a logbook, gold inkpad, and rubber stamp in the metal box. Please reseal the bags each item is in and rehide well. Keep in mind that gold does not stamp very brightly so press the stamp firmly into the pad to assure the best possible impression. Of course, you're free to stamp in any color you'd like, but it wouldn't be a golden acorn then, would it? This stamp also represents my first attempt at a handcarved stamp, hence the crude and simple design. If it's any help stepping off the directions, Bubba was 6'2" so adjust your strides/calculations accordingly