Goose Patrol LbNA # 49335 (ARCHIVED)
|Placed Date||Jul 31 2009|
|Last Found||Oct 20 2010|
This box is planted at Doling Park. Directions to Doling Park are as follows: On Kearney Ave, go east of Kansas Expressway by about a mile to Robberson. Turn north on Robberson and go up to Talmage St. Turn right on Talmage to go behind the park the back way. Box placement instructions begin here.
** THIS BOX IS IN A VERY HIGH TRAFFIC AREA, ESPECIALLY IN THE SUMMER WHEN KIDS ARE AT THE PLAYGROUND. PLEASE BE DISCREET! **
The box is named Goose Patrol for all of the geese that congregate down near the lake. Everytime I see groups of geese, I think they look like they are on patrol. I've written the clues from the eyes of a goose on patrol. I hope you enjoy.
Report Written by Gary Goose with events from patrol on July 31. I followed Talmage St. behind the swimming hole and past the landing where I frequently observe humans chasing round objects. Continuing down the hill, I reached the black sea, full of people movers and large transports. Beyond the sea was a field. I knew I must be stealthy because there were many humans, mostly small. As we know, the smallest humans are the most dangerous to the geese. I crossed the first bridge into the field. I saw many pathways and I had to make a choice immediately. I decided to go to the right toward the large colored structure. I walked up the steps and went down the tube. I landed near a tree and when I looked up, one of the young humans was standing over me, armed with a pistol shooting water! He chased me all the way to the lake. I caught my breath and took a drink of water before doubling back to the flight simulator. I chuckled at the humans flying back and forth but getting nowhere. I walked toward the second bridge, but something compelled me to pass it rather than cross it. A group of humans was sitting on a table just south of the bridge. They were quietly discussing a treasure they'd found! The smallest of the humans tossed me some bread, which I used as an excuse to get closer in order to hear where the treasure was hidden. They kept motioning toward the concrete ravine. Carefully, I walked toward it, pretending to nibble on crumbs on the way. I looked next to the cement cylinder, just under a tree stump. I had to move some rocks, but tucked in the hole next to the tube was the treasure! After examining the contents, I replaced it and the rocks. Hurriedly, I finished my patrol of the grounds and then joined my cohorts for a dip in the lake.