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  • thrak
    w00t! Great to hear you are doing well. I m guessing you won t make it to the breakfast even on Saturday but hopefully just being home will be enough to make
    Message 1 of 18 , Jul 24, 2007
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      w00t! Great to hear you are doing well. I'm guessing you won't make it to the breakfast even on Saturday but hopefully just being home will be enough to make you smile.

      Trevor Anderson wrote:
      Howdy from TRAKD
      Yes, I am back and back resting comfortably at home.  First I want to thank EVERY ONE and I mean EVERYONE  for your well wishes prayers and support over this last very trying week.
       
      I need to get some stuff done around here as I have been gone for 10 days and have over 1000 emails to go through plus bills, medical stuff, and all.  Including needing to update and check on some caches that I own ( I do take the caches I own serious and never wish them to be in disrepair so am sorry if any have been down for the past week without me able to check on them).
       
      So, I promise that I will write the Paul Harvey version VERY SOON... Give me a few days and I will give you all the fun filled details of the event and my experiences.
       
      I love you all and thank you for eve! rything you give to me and this incredibly fun game we call ours.

      Chat soon
      Cheers
      Trevor from TRAKD


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    • dawn mateo
      Glad to hear you are doing better! Happy caching!!! P.S......watch out for those rattlers! Trevor Anderson wrote: Howdy from TRAKD Yes, I
      Message 2 of 18 , Jul 24, 2007
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        Glad to hear you are doing better! Happy caching!!! P.S......watch out for those rattlers!

        Trevor Anderson <trakdclan@...> wrote:
        Howdy from TRAKD
        Yes, I am back and back resting comfortably at home.  First I want to thank EVERY ONE and I mean EVERYONE  for your well wishes prayers and support over this last very trying week.
         
        I need to get some stuff done around here as I have been gone for 10 days and have over 1000 emails to go through plus bills, medical stuff, and all.  Including needing to update and check on some caches that I own ( I do take the caches I own serious and never wish them to be in disrepair so am sorry if any have been down for the past week without me able to check on them).
         
        So, I promise that I will write the Paul Harvey version VERY SOON... Give me a few days and I will give you all the fun filled details of the event and my experiences.
         
        I love you all and thank you for everything you give to me and this incredibly fun game we call ours.

        Chat soon
        Cheers
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      • Trevor Anderson
        Howdy, This is no Harry Potter read but my humble account without embellishment of my story. But, before my story begins I first want to thank everyone for
        Message 3 of 18 , Jul 25, 2007
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          Howdy,
          This is no Harry Potter read but my humble account without embellishment of my story.  But, before my story begins I first want to thank everyone for the overwhelming outpouring of love and support.  It is difficult to put into words the waves of feelings I have had over the past week and a half but I will try.  A week ago Sunday my partner in crime Salmon Falls Widow (and now honest to goodness hero) and I had decided to take a six or so mile hike along Folsom Lake to snap up some caches that have been nagging us for months.  We only had a few hours and it was a wonderful morning.  Early on into the hike we passed one of our slithery friends with fangs along the trail but it paid us no attention other than turning its head and moving on, so we did the same.  It had been a few weeks since our last encounter (about 15 in all this summer alone) with one of our friends of nature so it was a good “reminder” to be vigilant and aware of our surroundings.  Anyway, fast forward to the last cache of the day.  I dropped SFW off at the trail head and parked the Green Machine.  The GPSr said the cache was only 390 feet up the hill and I met her ¾ up with only 100 feet to go.  She chose to continue along the trail and I chose to chase the arrow and booneycrash to the treasure.  Of course I got to the wonderful view and spot first.  Once there I did as all cachers (should) do before searching for anything and made my presence known.  I checked over the area looking low and then high and back to low again as I methodically searched where digits told me the prize was hiding.  Then… Yep… you got it… BINGO!  The prize was spotted.  I remember reading something about a moldy log so when I opened the container knew what I was in for.  The log was a bit damp and swollen inside and I pulled out my trusty extraction device.  As I extracted the log it slipped and proceeded to drop between my feet.  I looked down and around as I closed up my extraction device unaware that the next second and a half of my life would be so life altering.
           
          I was a couple of three feet away from the tree as I reached down with one hand to gather the log when something shot out of the tree (about 1 ½ feet high up) like a cannon with no warning.  In slow motion I recognized my hazard instantaneously and my reflexes were already kicking in moving my hand back and away… unfortunately, I am no longer that shortstop in college and my reflexes are not those of a 20 year old.  This could have been a blessing or a curse and I will never know but the rattlesnake hit my hand between the thumb and forefinger in mid-air as I was reflexing my arm back.  The snake sank in but did not get to clamp as the inertia of my arm swinging back flung the snake.  I heard and watched in slow motion as it thwaped up against a tree behind me.  I yelled a few obscenities as time resumed its normal pace… or did it?  Thankfully (to be discussed later) my partner was still a hundred feet down the trail and we instantly headed back to the Green Machine.  I booneycrashed straight down the hill with my survival senses kicking in knowing I was already in deep doo-doo.
           
          See, we had been hiking six or so miles today and I am sure I was a bit dehydrated.  The cache was at the top of the hill and my heart rate was already up and running when all of this happened.  Plus when the snake hit my hand I saw blood spurt a couple of three times after it was flung aside.  Yeah, it was an arterial stick.  As my veterinarian wife would say if it were a dog or cat it would have been dead within five minutes unless treated.  My own medical training and knowledge of the area knew what I needed to do. 
           
          Story note:  I initially thought the snake was between 18 inches and two feet long but when I made the distance with my hands to friends and family they were quick to point out my male shortfalls in sizes.  Turns out it was closer to 2 ½ to 3 feet long.
           
          Back to booneycrashing.  I lowered my arm (A KEY THING TO DO) and applied pressure above acting as a clamp to slow the venom already in my bloodstream but the systematic pulsing of the vile fluid was already being felt.  I started up the Green Machine and turned the A/C all the way up and waited for my partner.  She was deeply concerned and scared to drive my beast but since I was unable to do so she stepped up to the plate.  I tried my best to stay calm and reassured her of my status that I would be just fine.  She drove as fast as she safely could down the road with unsuspecting cars in our way.  All along I tried 911 but got either no signal or “all lines are being used” notice.  We stopped briefly at the Parks Kiosk but the lackadaisical actions of the attendants I knew we really only had two choices and that was to get to either a hospital or fire station.  Once again knowing the area I knew that Mercy of Folsom was the BEST snake bite hospital in the area due to my past as an EMT. 
           
          You can judge my decisions to wait and get medical treatment or get to the hospital as fast as we possibly could… that is fine but it was my life on the line and I knew seconds counted here.  I did the math in my head on times and knew we could make the hospital in 20 minutes or so driving safely.  If we waited I would get some basic medical treatment maybe in 10 to 15 with no guarantees.  I continued with 911 hopping that they would answer and we could meet an ambulance somewhere along the way… unfortunately that never happened.  As the wild ride continued I reassured my hero noting details of the incident (size, times, etc) to her in case I passed out because in reality I was feeling my body systematically coming under the influence of the poison.  My right hand initially felt the effects and within minutes both legs, other arm, and face were already going numb.  But, I continued to reassure that I was alright… just run that last light.  We pulled into the loading bay of the Mercy Folsom ER at T-plus 21 minutes (when I started the car I noted the exact time and checked again as I opened the door).  Two nurses were going off break and heading in as I cried for help and promptly fell flat on my face after only a couple of steps with my body cramping from the bite.  Shelly raced around the Green Machine and helped me up as a gurney was brought out.  She helped me onto the gurney and the wild ride continued.  I entered a small room with two or three nurses and doctors.  Each one fired the exact same questions at me as I mumble answers.  My lips had gone numb and speech was difficult but I was getting through.  As the next hour or so went on I overhear the ER staff say I should be back up and running in a day or so once the anti-venom or crowfab was on board.  How some things give you hope and push you that extra mile.
           
          Familiar faces began to pour in with my wife Debbie showing up and best friend Brave Sir Robin as well.  At one point in this ordeal with all of my family, friends, and medical professionals around I had to let loose.  I had been questioned, re- questioned, poked, and prodded… I just could not take anymore.  So after one more siphon of blood was drawn I popped off… “You know you doctors have stuck me more times than that #$%&@ snake did”.  This seemed to lighten the tension in the air as a hearty laugh was collectively expelled.  I know that if you can not laugh at adversity and challenges then half the battle is already lost.  For the next trying hours and days I have many many stories of both laughter and sorrow.  But, in the end I made out of ICU after 7 days and got to see my precious boys.  This story ends happily.  My arm still feels the effects of the bite as I type these words but I know that too will pass.  I have been questioned about my ordeal and if I would cache again.  Not only yes, but… HELL YES!  My “Cache-Du-Jour” streak is over and as the boys have grown it was about to anyway because they are into swimming and laser-tag and there seems to not be enough hours in the day for it all.  But, Geocaching is a fun outdoor activity and I am not going to let a snake bite push me back to the couch and what is the next season of drivel on TV. 
           
          I have never tried to preach… oh, I have my opinions but try to keep them to myself.  However, I am going to step up on a soap box here.  Please do not take this story as one of tragedy… take it for what it is worth… hopefully a compelling glimpse of time that I went through.  I initially did not want to tell half assed bits and pieces because people will snap to judgment and take action without thinking.  In my humble assessment with my rattlesnake encounter, it was a one in a million shot.  It was the exception and not the RULE!  Please, please, please should not frighten ANY ONE away from caching.  Only make us ALL more vigilant and aware of our surroundings.  As a cacher it is our responsibility to remember that we are in THEIR territory.  Be mindful and respectful to this and hopefully you will never encounter the freak accident I did.  To this day I believe I was aware of my surroundings.  I did not see the snake because of how it was hidden and it never made its presence known until it uncoiled and leapt like a rocket.  Will I be more cautious… of course.  Was I cautious enough in this instant?  In my humble opinion I think so.
           
          Thank you all for being patient with me those who helped as messengers both suspecting and unsuspecting and respected my privacy over the past week or so.  I also have a bit more peace to say before I wrap up with the serious stuff.  First to Shelly.  If it was not for you… From my understanding with what the doctors and nurses have now told me I would probably not be able to type these words today.  Through great fear on your part you arose to the occasion and hauled my sorry ass to the ER without hesitation.  Then both you and Mike sat vigil at my doorstep as I went through the pain and recovery of this ordeal.  Once again for this I can never begin to repay either of you but you both will always have my deepest gratitude.  To everyone else who stopped by once I was out of the woods and has sent emails, cards, well wishes and the like words fail me.  In all my life I never thought that I would have touched so many who cared so much about me and my family.  The words of concern and latitude have just overwhelmed me.  Thank you.
          Ok, now the serious stuff is over (and I will never forget)… Bring on the ribbing… I know, I deserve every bit of it.  As I said before if you can not laugh at diversity and challenge then half the battle is lost.  I am an easy target now…  

          Cheers
          Trevor from TRAKD


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        • lucinda s rafter
          Wow! You are truly blessed to have some much family and many friends that care! I also came across a cigar thickness rattler in a hollowed out oak stump just
          Message 4 of 18 , Jul 25, 2007
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            Wow!  You are truly blessed to have some much family and many friends that care! I also came across a cigar thickness rattler in a hollowed out oak stump just after your encounster and backed away quickly! My first snake sighting. So happy you are ok minus a mighty sore arm.
             
            Just a newby,  Luc Pockets

            Trevor Anderson <trakdclan@...> wrote:
            Howdy,
            This is no Harry Potter read but my humble account without embellishment of my story.  But, before my story begins I first want to thank everyone for the overwhelming outpouring of love and support.  It is difficult to put into words the waves of feelings I have had over the past week and a half but I will try.  A week ago Sunday my partner in crime Salmon Falls Widow (and now honest to goodness hero) and I had decided to take a six or so mile hike along Folsom Lake to snap up some caches that have been nagging us for months.  We only had a few hours and it was a wonderful morning.  Early on into the hike we passed one of our slithery friends with fangs along the trail but it paid us no attention other than turning its head and moving on, so we did the same.  It had been a few weeks since our last encounter (about 15 in all this summer alone) with one of our friends of nature so it was a good “reminder” to be vigilant and aware of our surroundings.  Anyway, fast forward to the last cache of the day.  I dropped SFW off at the trail head and parked the Green Machine.  The GPSr said the cache was only 390 feet up the hill and I met her ¾ up with only 100 feet to go.  She chose to continue along the trail and I chose to chase the arrow and booneycrash to the treasure.  Of course I got to the wonderful view and spot first.  Once there I did as all cachers (should) do before searching for anything and made my presence known.  I checked over the area looking low and then high and back to low again as I methodically searched where digits told me the prize was hiding.  Then… Yep… you got it… BINGO!  The prize was spotted.  I remember reading something about a moldy log so when I opened the container knew what I was in for.  The log was a bit damp and swollen inside and I pulled out my trusty extraction device.  As I extracted the log it slipped and proceeded to drop between my feet.  I looked down and around as I closed up my extraction device unaware that the next second and a half of my life would be so life altering.
            I was a couple of three feet away from the tree as I reached down with one hand to gather the log when something shot out of the tree (about 1 ½ feet high up) like a cannon with no warning.  In slow motion I recognized my hazard instantaneously and my reflexes were already kicking in moving my hand back and away… unfortunately, I am no longer that shortstop in college and my reflexes are not those of a 20 year old.  This could have been a blessing or a curse and I will never know but the rattlesnake hit my hand between the thumb and forefinger in mid-air as I was reflexing my arm back.  The snake sank in but did not get to clamp as the inertia of my arm swinging back flung the snake.  I heard and watched in slow motion as it thwaped up against a tree behind me.  I yelled a few obscenities as time resumed its normal pace… or did it?  Thankfully (to be discussed later) my partner was still a hundred feet down the trail and we instantly headed back to the Green Machine.  I booneycrashed straight down the hill with my survival senses kicking in knowing I was already in deep doo-doo.
            See, we had been hiking six or so miles today and I am sure I was a bit dehydrated.  The cache was at the top of the hill and my heart rate was already up and running when all of this happened.  Plus when the snake hit my hand I saw blood spurt a couple of three times after it was flung aside.  Yeah, it was an arterial stick.  As my veterinarian wife would say if it were a dog or cat it would have been dead within five minutes unless treated.  My own medical training and knowledge of the area knew what I needed to do. 
            Story note:  I initially thought the snake was between 18 inches and two feet long but when I made the distance with my hands to friends and family they were quick to point out my male shortfalls in sizes.  Turns out it was closer to 2 ½ to 3 feet long.
            Back to booneycrashing.  I lowered my arm (A KEY THING TO DO) and applied pressure above acting as a clamp to slow the venom already in my bloodstream but the systematic pulsing of the vile fluid was already being felt.  I started up the Green Machine and turned the A/C all the way up and waited for my partner.  She was deeply concerned and scared to drive my beast but since I was unable to do so she stepped up to the plate.  I tried my best to stay calm and reassured her of my status that I would be just fine.  She drove as fast as she safely could down the road with unsuspecting cars in our way.  All along I tried 911 but got either no signal or “all lines are being used” notice.  We stopped briefly at the Parks Kiosk but the lackadaisical actions of the attendants I knew we really only had two choices and that was to get to either a hospital or fire station.  Once again knowing the area I knew that Mercy of Folsom was the BEST snake bite hospital in the area due to my past as an EMT. 
            You can judge my decisions to wait and get medical treatment or get to the hospital as fast as we possibly could… that is fine but it was my life on the line and I knew seconds counted here.  I did the math in my head on times and knew we could make the hospital in 20 minutes or so driving safely.  If we waited I would get some basic medical treatment maybe in 10 to 15 with no guarantees.  I continued with 911 hopping that they would answer and we could meet an ambulance somewhere along the way… unfortunately that never happened.  As the wild ride continued I reassured my hero noting details of the incident (size, times, etc) to her in case I passed out because in reality I was feeling my body systematically coming under the influence of the poison.  My right hand initially felt the effects and within minutes both legs, other arm, and face were already going numb.  But, I continued to reassure that I was alright… just run that last light.  We pulled into the loading bay of the Mercy Folsom ER at T-plus 21 minutes (when I started the car I noted the exact time and checked again as I opened the door).  Two nurses were going off break and heading in as I cried for help and promptly fell flat on my face after only a couple of steps with my body cramping from the bite.  Shelly raced around the Green Machine and helped me up as a gurney was brought out.  She helped me onto the gurney and the wild ride continued.  I entered a small room with two or three nurses and doctors.  Each one fired the exact same questions at me as I mumble answers.  My lips had gone numb and speech was difficult but I was getting through.  As the next hour or so went on I overhear the ER staff say I should be back up and running in a day or so once the anti-venom or crowfab was on board.  How some things give you hope and push you that extra mile.
            Familiar faces began to pour in with my wife Debbie showing up and best friend Brave Sir Robin as well.  At one point in this ordeal with all of my family, friends, and medical professionals around I had to let loose.  I had been questioned, re- questioned, poked, and prodded… I just could not take anymore.  So after one more siphon of blood was drawn I popped off… “You know you doctors have stuck me more times than that #$%&@ snake did”.  This seemed to lighten the tension in the air as a hearty laugh was collectively expelled.  I know that if you can not laugh at adversity and challenges then half the battle is already lost.  For the next trying hours and days I have many many stories of both laughter and sorrow.  But, in the end I made out of ICU after 7 days and got to see my precious boys.  This story ends happily.  My arm still feels the effects of the bite as I type these words but I know that too will pass.  I have been questioned about my ordeal and if I would cache again.  Not only yes, but… HELL YES!  My “Cache-Du-Jour” streak is over and as the boys have grown it was about to anyway because they are into swimming and laser-tag and there seems to not be enough hours in the day for it all.  But, Geocaching is a fun outdoor activity and I am not going to let a snake bite push me back to the couch and what is the next season of drivel on TV. 
            I have never tried to preach… oh, I have my opinions but try to keep them to myself.  However, I am going to step up on a soap box here.  Please do not take this story as one of tragedy… take it for what it is worth… hopefully a compelling glimpse of time that I went through.  I initially did not want to tell half assed bits and pieces because people will snap to judgment and take action without thinking.  In my humble assessment with my rattlesnake encounter, it was a one in a million shot.  It was the exception and not the RULE!  Please, please, please should not frighten ANY ONE away from caching.  Only make us ALL more vigilant and aware of our surroundings.  As a cacher it is our responsibility to remember that we are in THEIR territory.  Be mindful and respectful to this and hopefully you will never encounter the freak accident I did.  To this day I believe I was aware of my surroundings.  I did not see the snake because of how it was hidden and it never made its presence known until it uncoiled and leapt like a rocket.  Will I be more cautious… of course.  Was I cautious enough in this instant?  In my humble opinion I think so.
            Thank you all for being patient with me those who helped as messengers both suspecting and unsuspecting and respected my privacy over the past week or so.  I also have a bit more peace to say before I wrap up with the serious stuff.  First to Shelly.  If it was not for you… From my understanding with what the doctors and nurses have now told me I would probably not be able to type these words today.  Through great fear on your part you arose to the occasion and hauled my sorry ass to the ER without hesitation.  Then both you and Mike sat vigil at my doorstep as I went through the pain and recovery of this ordeal.  Once again for this I can never begin to repay either of you but you both will always have my deepest gratitude.  To everyone else who stopped by once I was out of the woods and has sent emails, cards, well wishes and the like words fail me.  In all my life I never thought that I would have touched so many who cared so much about me and my family.  The words of concern and latitude have just overwhelmed me.  Thank you.
            Ok, now the serious stuff is over (and I will never forget)… Bring on the ribbing… I know, I deserve every bit of it.  As I said before if you can not laugh at diversity and challenge then half the battle is lost.  I am an easy target now…  

            Cheers
            Trevor from TRAKD

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          • Shel Brabrook
            Trevor, Thanks for sharing your story, and I am glad you are able to do so. Seems to be a bad year for the buzz-worms, or should I say non-buzz. We had to
            Message 5 of 18 , Jul 25, 2007
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              Trevor,

              Thanks for sharing your story, and I am glad you are
              able to do so. Seems to be a bad year for the
              buzz-worms, or should I say non-buzz. We had to
              dispatch one at the house this year, one button and no
              warnings. Too close with the small children to just
              let him be.

              Take care of yourself and your hand, those bites can
              have some long term effects around the area of the
              bite.

              Remember if you have the shakes it might not be the
              bite, but withdraws from not finding a cache in so
              long. "Cold turkey" is not the best way to stop! ;)

              --S3hel

              --- Trevor Anderson <trakdclan@...> wrote:

              > Howdy,
              > This is no Harry Potter read but my humble account
              > without embellishment of my story. But, before my
              > story begins I first want to thank everyone for the
              > overwhelming outpouring of love and support. It is
              > difficult to put into words the waves of feelings I
              > have had over the past week and a half but I will
              > try. A week ago Sunday my partner in crime Salmon
              > Falls Widow (and now honest to goodness hero) and I
              > had decided to take a six or so mile hike along
              > Folsom Lake to snap up some caches that have been
              > nagging us for months. We only had a few hours and
              > it was a wonderful morning. Early on into the hike
              > we passed one of our slithery friends with fangs
              > along the trail but it paid us no attention other
              > than turning its head and moving on, so we did the
              > same. It had been a few weeks since our last
              > encounter (about 15 in all this summer alone) with
              > one of our friends of nature so it was a good
              > “reminder” to be vigilant and aware of our
              > surroundings. Anyway, fast forward
              > to the last cache of the day. I dropped SFW off at
              > the trail head and parked the Green Machine. The
              > GPSr said the cache was only 390 feet up the hill
              > and I met her ¾ up with only 100 feet to go. She
              > chose to continue along the trail and I chose to
              > chase the arrow and booneycrash to the treasure. Of
              > course I got to the wonderful view and spot first.
              > Once there I did as all cachers (should) do before
              > searching for anything and made my presence known.
              > I checked over the area looking low and then high
              > and back to low again as I methodically searched
              > where digits told me the prize was hiding. Then…
              > Yep… you got it… BINGO! The prize was spotted. I
              > remember reading something about a moldy log so when
              > I opened the container knew what I was in for. The
              > log was a bit damp and swollen inside and I pulled
              > out my trusty extraction device. As I extracted the
              > log it slipped and proceeded to drop between my
              > feet. I looked down and around as I closed up my
              > extraction device
              > unaware that the next second and a half of my life
              > would be so life altering.
              >
              > I was a couple of three feet away from the tree as
              > I reached down with one hand to gather the log when
              > something shot out of the tree (about 1 ½ feet high
              > up) like a cannon with no warning. In slow motion I
              > recognized my hazard instantaneously and my reflexes
              > were already kicking in moving my hand back and
              > away… unfortunately, I am no longer that shortstop
              > in college and my reflexes are not those of a 20
              > year old. This could have been a blessing or a
              > curse and I will never know but the rattlesnake hit
              > my hand between the thumb and forefinger in mid-air
              > as I was reflexing my arm back. The snake sank in
              > but did not get to clamp as the inertia of my arm
              > swinging back flung the snake. I heard and watched
              > in slow motion as it thwaped up against a tree
              > behind me. I yelled a few obscenities as time
              > resumed its normal pace… or did it? Thankfully (to
              > be discussed later) my partner was still a hundred
              > feet down the trail and we instantly headed back to
              > the Green Machine. I
              > booneycrashed straight down the hill with my
              > survival senses kicking in knowing I was already in
              > deep doo-doo.
              >
              > See, we had been hiking six or so miles today and
              > I am sure I was a bit dehydrated. The cache was at
              > the top of the hill and my heart rate was already up
              > and running when all of this happened. Plus when
              > the snake hit my hand I saw blood spurt a couple of
              > three times after it was flung aside. Yeah, it was
              > an arterial stick. As my veterinarian wife would
              > say if it were a dog or cat it would have been dead
              > within five minutes unless treated. My own medical
              > training and knowledge of the area knew what I
              > needed to do.
              >
              > Story note: I initially thought the snake was
              > between 18 inches and two feet long but when I made
              > the distance with my hands to friends and family
              > they were quick to point out my male shortfalls in
              > sizes. Turns out it was closer to 2 ½ to 3 feet
              > long.
              >
              > Back to booneycrashing. I lowered my arm (A KEY
              > THING TO DO) and applied pressure above acting as a
              > clamp to slow the venom already in my bloodstream
              > but the systematic pulsing of the vile fluid was
              > already being felt. I started up the Green Machine
              > and turned the A/C all the way up and waited for my
              > partner. She was deeply concerned and scared to
              > drive my beast but since I was unable to do so she
              > stepped up to the plate. I tried my best to stay
              > calm and reassured her of my status that I would be
              > just fine. She drove as fast as she safely could
              > down the road with unsuspecting cars in our way.
              > All along I tried 911 but got either no signal or
              > “all lines are being used” notice. We stopped
              > briefly at the Parks Kiosk but the lackadaisical
              > actions of the attendants I knew we really only had
              > two choices and that was to get to either a hospital
              > or fire station. Once again knowing the area I knew
              > that Mercy of Folsom was the BEST snake bite
              > hospital in the area due to my
              > past as an EMT.
              >
              > You can judge my decisions to wait and get medical
              > treatment or get to the hospital as fast as we
              > possibly could… that is fine but it was my life on
              > the line and I knew seconds counted here. I did the
              > math in my head on times and knew we could make the
              > hospital in 20 minutes or so driving safely. If we
              > waited I would get some basic medical treatment
              > maybe in 10 to 15 with no guarantees. I continued
              > with 911 hopping that they would answer and we could
              > meet an ambulance somewhere along the way…
              > unfortunately that never happened. As the wild ride
              > continued I reassured my hero noting details of the
              > incident (size, times, etc) to her in case I passed
              > out because in reality I was feeling my body
              > systematically coming under the influence of the
              > poison. My right hand initially felt the effects
              > and within minutes both legs, other arm, and face
              > were already going numb. But, I continued to
              > reassure that I was alright… just run that last
              > light. We pulled into the loading bay
              > of the Mercy Folsom ER at T-plus 21 minutes (when I
              > started the car I noted the exact time and checked
              > again as I opened the door). Two nurses were going
              > off break and heading in as I cried for help and
              > promptly fell flat on my face after only a couple of
              > steps with my body cramping from the bite. Shelly
              > raced around the Green Machine and helped me up as a
              > gurney was brought out. She helped me onto the
              > gurney and the wild ride continued. I entered a
              > small room with two or three nurses and doctors.
              > Each one fired the exact same questions at me as I
              > mumble answers. My lips had gone numb and speech
              > was difficult but I was getting through. As the
              > next hour or so went on I overhear the ER staff say
              > I should be back up and running in a day or so once
              > the anti-venom or crowfab was on board. How some
              > things give you hope and push you that extra mile.
              >
              > Familiar faces began to pour in with my wife
              > Debbie showing up and best friend Brave Sir Robin as
              > well. At one point in this ordeal with all of my
              > family, friends, and medical professionals around I
              > had to let loose. I had been questioned, re-
              > questioned, poked, and prodded… I just could not
              > take anymore. So after one more siphon of blood was
              > drawn I popped off… “You know you doctors have stuck
              > me more times than that #$%&@ snake did”. This
              > seemed to lighten the tension in the air as a hearty
              > laugh was collectively expelled. I know that if you
              > can not laugh at adversity and challenges then half
              > the battle is already lost. For the next trying
              > hours and days I have many many stories of both
              > laughter and sorrow. But, in the end I made out of
              > ICU after 7 days and got to see my precious boys.
              > This story ends happily. My arm still feels the
              > effects of the bite as I type these words but I know
              > that too will pass. I have been questioned about my
              > ordeal and if I would
              > cache again. Not only yes, but… HELL YES! My
              > “Cache-Du-Jour” streak is over and as the boys have
              > grown it was about to anyway because they are into
              > swimming and laser-tag and there seems to not be
              > enough hours in the day for it all. But, Geocaching
              > is a fun outdoor activity and I am not going to let
              > a snake bite push me back to the couch and what is
              > the next season of drivel on TV.
              >
              > I have never tried to preach… oh, I have my
              > opinions but try to keep them to myself. However, I
              > am going to step up on a soap box here. Please do
              > not take this story as one of tragedy… take it for
              > what it is worth… hopefully a compelling glimpse of
              > time that I went through. I initially did not want
              > to tell half assed bits and pieces because people
              > will snap to judgment and take action without
              > thinking. In my humble assessment with my
              > rattlesnake encounter, it was a one in a million
              > shot. It was the exception and not the RULE!
              > Please, please, please should not frighten ANY ONE
              > away from caching. Only make us ALL more vigilant
              > and aware of our surroundings. As a cacher it is
              > our responsibility to remember that we are in THEIR
              > territory. Be mindful and respectful to this and
              > hopefully you will never encounter the freak
              > accident I did. To this day I believe I was aware
              > of my surroundings. I did not see the snake because
              > of how it was hidden and it never made its
              > presence known until it uncoiled and leapt like a
              > rocket. Will I be more cautious… of course. Was I
              > cautious enough in this instant? In my humble
              > opinion I think so.
              >
              >
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            • deejayem00728
              Dang Man...Thats one story I will remember! Never knew the exact process of events involved with a snake bite, but I knew you guys are definatley in Rattler
              Message 6 of 18 , Jul 25, 2007
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                Dang Man...Thats one story I will remember! Never knew the exact
                process of events involved with a snake bite, but I knew you guys
                are definatley in Rattler territory just by my last vist to Chico
                and by reading the pages stating "be on the look out and grab a
                stick".

                Very scary ordeal you went through, but sounds to me like you
                couldnt have made better desicions.

                I sure am glad you are OK and hope now that thats over, youve done
                your time!...ya know!been there done that kinda thing :)

                I will be extra careful the next time I return, hope to see ya'all
                at Breakfast soon!

                CACHE HARD and CACHE ON!---Dave--- In nuts_@yahoogroups.com, Trevor
                Anderson <trakdclan@...> wrote:
                >
                > Howdy,
                > This is no Harry Potter read but my humble account without
                embellishment of my story. But, before my story begins I first want
                to thank everyone for the overwhelming outpouring of love and
                support. It is difficult to put into words the waves of feelings I
                have had over the past week and a half but I will try. A week ago
                Sunday my partner in crime Salmon Falls Widow (and now honest to
                goodness hero) and I had decided to take a six or so mile hike along
                Folsom Lake to snap up some caches that have been nagging us for
                months. We only had a few hours and it was a wonderful morning.
                Early on into the hike we passed one of our slithery friends with
                fangs along the trail but it paid us no attention other than turning
                its head and moving on, so we did the same. It had been a few weeks
                since our last encounter (about 15 in all this summer alone) with
                one of our friends of nature so it was a good "reminder" to be
                vigilant and aware of our surroundings. Anyway, fast forward
                > to the last cache of the day. I dropped SFW off at the trail
                head and parked the Green Machine. The GPSr said the cache was only
                390 feet up the hill and I met her ¾ up with only 100 feet to go.
                She chose to continue along the trail and I chose to chase the arrow
                and booneycrash to the treasure. Of course I got to the wonderful
                view and spot first. Once there I did as all cachers (should) do
                before searching for anything and made my presence known. I checked
                over the area looking low and then high and back to low again as I
                methodically searched where digits told me the prize was hiding.
                Then… Yep… you got it… BINGO! The prize was spotted. I remember
                reading something about a moldy log so when I opened the container
                knew what I was in for. The log was a bit damp and swollen inside
                and I pulled out my trusty extraction device. As I extracted the
                log it slipped and proceeded to drop between my feet. I looked down
                and around as I closed up my extraction device
                > unaware that the next second and a half of my life would be so
                life altering.
                >
                > I was a couple of three feet away from the tree as I reached
                down with one hand to gather the log when something shot out of the
                tree (about 1 ½ feet high up) like a cannon with no warning. In
                slow motion I recognized my hazard instantaneously and my reflexes
                were already kicking in moving my hand back and away… unfortunately,
                I am no longer that shortstop in college and my reflexes are not
                those of a 20 year old. This could have been a blessing or a curse
                and I will never know but the rattlesnake hit my hand between the
                thumb and forefinger in mid-air as I was reflexing my arm back. The
                snake sank in but did not get to clamp as the inertia of my arm
                swinging back flung the snake. I heard and watched in slow motion
                as it thwaped up against a tree behind me. I yelled a few
                obscenities as time resumed its normal pace… or did it? Thankfully
                (to be discussed later) my partner was still a hundred feet down the
                trail and we instantly headed back to the Green Machine. I
                > booneycrashed straight down the hill with my survival senses
                kicking in knowing I was already in deep doo-doo.
                >
                > See, we had been hiking six or so miles today and I am sure I
                was a bit dehydrated. The cache was at the top of the hill and my
                heart rate was already up and running when all of this happened.
                Plus when the snake hit my hand I saw blood spurt a couple of three
                times after it was flung aside. Yeah, it was an arterial stick. As
                my veterinarian wife would say if it were a dog or cat it would have
                been dead within five minutes unless treated. My own medical
                training and knowledge of the area knew what I needed to do.
                >
                > Story note: I initially thought the snake was between 18 inches
                and two feet long but when I made the distance with my hands to
                friends and family they were quick to point out my male shortfalls
                in sizes. Turns out it was closer to 2 ½ to 3 feet long.
                >
                > Back to booneycrashing. I lowered my arm (A KEY THING TO DO)
                and applied pressure above acting as a clamp to slow the venom
                already in my bloodstream but the systematic pulsing of the vile
                fluid was already being felt. I started up the Green Machine and
                turned the A/C all the way up and waited for my partner. She was
                deeply concerned and scared to drive my beast but since I was unable
                to do so she stepped up to the plate. I tried my best to stay calm
                and reassured her of my status that I would be just fine. She drove
                as fast as she safely could down the road with unsuspecting cars in
                our way. All along I tried 911 but got either no signal or "all
                lines are being used" notice. We stopped briefly at the Parks Kiosk
                but the lackadaisical actions of the attendants I knew we really
                only had two choices and that was to get to either a hospital or
                fire station. Once again knowing the area I knew that Mercy of
                Folsom was the BEST snake bite hospital in the area due to my
                > past as an EMT.
                >
                > You can judge my decisions to wait and get medical treatment or
                get to the hospital as fast as we possibly could… that is fine but
                it was my life on the line and I knew seconds counted here. I did
                the math in my head on times and knew we could make the hospital in
                20 minutes or so driving safely. If we waited I would get some
                basic medical treatment maybe in 10 to 15 with no guarantees. I
                continued with 911 hopping that they would answer and we could meet
                an ambulance somewhere along the way… unfortunately that never
                happened. As the wild ride continued I reassured my hero noting
                details of the incident (size, times, etc) to her in case I passed
                out because in reality I was feeling my body systematically coming
                under the influence of the poison. My right hand initially felt the
                effects and within minutes both legs, other arm, and face were
                already going numb. But, I continued to reassure that I was
                alright… just run that last light. We pulled into the loading bay
                > of the Mercy Folsom ER at T-plus 21 minutes (when I started the
                car I noted the exact time and checked again as I opened the door).
                Two nurses were going off break and heading in as I cried for help
                and promptly fell flat on my face after only a couple of steps with
                my body cramping from the bite. Shelly raced around the Green
                Machine and helped me up as a gurney was brought out. She helped me
                onto the gurney and the wild ride continued. I entered a small room
                with two or three nurses and doctors. Each one fired the exact same
                questions at me as I mumble answers. My lips had gone numb and
                speech was difficult but I was getting through. As the next hour or
                so went on I overhear the ER staff say I should be back up and
                running in a day or so once the anti-venom or crowfab was on board.
                How some things give you hope and push you that extra mile.
                >
                > Familiar faces began to pour in with my wife Debbie showing up
                and best friend Brave Sir Robin as well. At one point in this
                ordeal with all of my family, friends, and medical professionals
                around I had to let loose. I had been questioned, re- questioned,
                poked, and prodded… I just could not take anymore. So after one
                more siphon of blood was drawn I popped off… "You know you doctors
                have stuck me more times than that #$%&@ snake did". This seemed to
                lighten the tension in the air as a hearty laugh was collectively
                expelled. I know that if you can not laugh at adversity and
                challenges then half the battle is already lost. For the next
                trying hours and days I have many many stories of both laughter and
                sorrow. But, in the end I made out of ICU after 7 days and got to
                see my precious boys. This story ends happily. My arm still feels
                the effects of the bite as I type these words but I know that too
                will pass. I have been questioned about my ordeal and if I would
                > cache again. Not only yes, but… HELL YES! My "Cache-Du-Jour"
                streak is over and as the boys have grown it was about to anyway
                because they are into swimming and laser-tag and there seems to not
                be enough hours in the day for it all. But, Geocaching is a fun
                outdoor activity and I am not going to let a snake bite push me back
                to the couch and what is the next season of drivel on TV.
                >
                > I have never tried to preach… oh, I have my opinions but try to
                keep them to myself. However, I am going to step up on a soap box
                here. Please do not take this story as one of tragedy… take it for
                what it is worth… hopefully a compelling glimpse of time that I went
                through. I initially did not want to tell half assed bits and
                pieces because people will snap to judgment and take action without
                thinking. In my humble assessment with my rattlesnake encounter, it
                was a one in a million shot. It was the exception and not the
                RULE! Please, please, please should not frighten ANY ONE away from
                caching. Only make us ALL more vigilant and aware of our
                surroundings. As a cacher it is our responsibility to remember that
                we are in THEIR territory. Be mindful and respectful to this and
                hopefully you will never encounter the freak accident I did. To
                this day I believe I was aware of my surroundings. I did not see
                the snake because of how it was hidden and it never made its
                > presence known until it uncoiled and leapt like a rocket. Will I
                be more cautious… of course. Was I cautious enough in this
                instant? In my humble opinion I think so.
                >
                > Thank you all for being patient with me those who helped as
                messengers both suspecting and unsuspecting and respected my privacy
                over the past week or so. I also have a bit more peace to say
                before I wrap up with the serious stuff. First to Shelly. If it
                was not for you… From my understanding with what the doctors and
                nurses have now told me I would probably not be able to type these
                words today. Through great fear on your part you arose to the
                occasion and hauled my sorry ass to the ER without hesitation. Then
                both you and Mike sat vigil at my doorstep as I went through the
                pain and recovery of this ordeal. Once again for this I can never
                begin to repay either of you but you both will always have my
                deepest gratitude. To everyone else who stopped by once I was out
                of the woods and has sent emails, cards, well wishes and the like
                words fail me. In all my life I never thought that I would have
                touched so many who cared so much about me and my family. The words
                of
                > concern and latitude have just overwhelmed me. Thank you.
                > Ok, now the serious stuff is over (and I will never forget)…
                Bring on the ribbing… I know, I deserve every bit of it. As I said
                before if you can not laugh at diversity and challenge then half the
                battle is lost. I am an easy target now…
                >
                > Cheers
                > Trevor from TRAKD
                >
                >
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              • Char Mansfield
                Aloha Trevor, I m so sorry to hear of your encounter, but so glad to hear you re on the mend. I totally agree that this group really pours out its heart to
                Message 7 of 18 , Jul 25, 2007
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                  Aloha Trevor,
                  I'm so sorry to hear of your encounter, but so glad to hear you're on the mend. 
                  I totally agree that this group really pours out its heart to those in difficulty and I know how grateful I am for that.  I hope to see you at an event sometime soon.
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                • geospyder
                  Trevor, I took the liberty to keeping the GBES folks up-to-date on your adventure including reposting your email from below since they are local folk who know
                  Message 8 of 18 , Jul 25, 2007
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                    Trevor,

                     

                    I took the liberty to keeping the GBES folks up-to-date on your adventure including reposting your email from below since they are local folk who know you.  There is a thread on Groundspeak that just started today about snakes.  You might want to post your email there so they can hear about snake bites first hand - What about snakes and other nasty criters? - Groundspeak Forums

                     

                    Jim (geospyder)


                    From: nuts_@yahoogroups.com [mailto: nuts_@yahoogroups.com ] On Behalf Of Trevor Anderson
                    Sent: Wednesday, July 25, 2007 6:20 AM
                    To: nuts_@yahoogroups.com
                    Subject: [NUTS] A Geocachers Adventure (not for the faint of heart you have been warned) by TRAKD

                     

                    Howdy,

                    This is no Harry Potter read but my humble account without embellishment of my story.  But, before my story begins I first want to thank everyone for the overwhelming outpouring of love and support.  It is difficult to put into words the waves of feelings I have had over the past week and a half but I will try.  A week ago Sunday my partner in crime Salmon Falls Widow (and now honest to goodness hero) and I had decided to take a six or so mile hike along Folsom Lake to snap up some caches that have been nagging us for months.  We only had a few hours and it was a wonderful morning.  Early on into the hike we passed one of our slithery friends with fangs along the trail but it paid us no attention other than turning its head and moving on, so we did the same.  It had been a few weeks since our last encounter (about 15 in all this summer alone) with one of our friends of nature so it was a good “reminder” to be vigilant and aware of our surroundings.  Anyway, fast forward to the last cache of the day.  I dropped SFW off at the trail head and parked the Green Machine.  The GPSr said the cache was only 390 feet up the hill and I met her ¾ up with only 100 feet to go.  She chose to continue along the trail and I chose to chase the arrow and booneycrash to the treasure.  Of course I got to the wonderful view and spot first.  Once there I did as all cachers (should) do before searching for anything and made my presence known.  I checked over the area looking low and then high and back to low again as I methodically searched where digits told me the prize was hiding.  Then… Yep… you got it… BINGO!  The prize was spotted.  I remember reading something about a moldy log so when I opened the container knew what I was in for.  The log was a bit damp and swollen inside and I pulled out my trusty extraction device.  As I extracted the log it slipped and proceeded to drop between my feet.  I looked down and around as I closed up my extraction device unaware that the next second and a half of my life would be so life altering.

                     

                    I was a couple of three feet away from the tree as I reached down with one hand to gather the log when something shot out of the tree (about 1 ½ feet high up) like a cannon with no warning.  In slow motion I recognized my hazard instantaneously and my reflexes were already kicking in moving my hand back and away… unfortunately, I am no longer that shortstop in college and my reflexes are not those of a 20 year old.  This could have been a blessing or a curse and I will never know but the rattlesnake hit my hand between the thumb and forefinger in mid-air as I was reflexing my arm back.  The snake sank in but did not get to clamp as the inertia of my arm swinging back flung the snake.  I heard and watched in slow motion as it thwaped up against a tree behind me.  I yelled a few obscenities as time resumed its normal pace… or did it?  Thankfully (to be discussed later) my partner was still a hundred feet down the trail and we instantly headed back to the Green Machine.  I booneycrashed straight down the hill with my survival senses kicking in knowing I was already in deep doo-doo.

                     

                    See, we had been hiking six or so miles today and I am sure I was a bit dehydrated.  The cache was at the top of the hill and my heart rate was already up and running when all of this happened.  Plus when the snake hit my hand I saw blood spurt a couple of three times after it was flung aside.  Yeah, it was an arterial stick.  As my veterinarian wife would say if it were a dog or cat it would have been dead within five minutes unless treated.  My own medical training and knowledge of the area knew what I needed to do. 

                     

                    Story note:  I initially thought the snake was between 18 inches and two feet long but when I made the distance with my hands to friends and family they were quick to point out my male shortfalls in sizes.  Turns out it was closer to 2 ½ to 3 feet long.

                    &n! bsp;

                    Back to booneycrashing.  I lowered my arm (A KEY THING TO DO) and applied pressure above acting as a clamp to slow the venom already in my bloodstream but the systematic pulsing of the vile fluid was already being felt.  I started up the Green Machine and turned the A/C all the way up and waited for my partner.  She was deeply concerned and scared to drive my beast but since I was unable to do so she stepped up to the plate.  I tried my best to stay calm and reassured her of my status that I would be just fine.  She drove as fast as she safely could down the road with unsuspecting cars in our way.  All along I tried 911 but got either no signal or “all lines are being used” notice.  We stopped briefly at the Parks Kiosk but the lackadaisical actions of the attendants I knew we really only had two choices and that was to get to either a hospital or fire station.  Once again knowing the area I knew that Mercy of Folsom was the BEST snake bite hospital in the area due to my past as an EMT. 

                     

                    You can judge my decisions to wait and get medical treatment or get to the hospital as fast as we possibly could… that is fine but it was my life on the line and I knew seconds counted here.  I did the math in my head on times and knew we could make the hospital in 20 minutes or so driving safely.  If we waited I would get some basic medical treatment maybe in 10 to 15 with no guarantees.  I continued with 911 hopping that they would answer and we could meet an ambulance somewhere along the way… unfortunately that never happened.  As the wild ride continued I reassured my hero noting details of the incident (size, times, etc) to her in case I passed out because in reality I was feeling my body systematically coming under the influence of the poison.  My right hand initially felt the effects and within minutes both legs, other arm, and face were already going numb.  But, I continued to reassure that I was alright… just run that last light.  We pulled into the loading bay of the Mercy Folsom ER at T-plus 21 minutes (when I started the car I noted the exact time and checked again as I opened the door).  Two nurses were going off break and heading in as I cried for help and promptly fell flat on my face after only a couple of steps with my body cramping from the bite.  Shelly raced around the Green Machine and helped me up as a gurney was brought out.  She helped me onto the gurney and the wild ride continued.  I entered a small room with two or three nurses and doctors.  Each one fired the exact same questions at me as I mumble answers.  My lips had gone numb and speech was difficult but I was getting through.  As the next hour or so went on I overhear the ER staff say I should be back up and running in a day or so once the anti-venom or crowfab was on board.  How some things give you hope and push you that extra mile.

                     

                    Familiar faces began to pour in with my wife Debbie showing up and best friend Brave Sir Robin as well.  At one point in this ordeal with all of my family, friends, and medical professionals around I had to let loose.  I had been questioned, re- questioned, poked, and prodded… I just could not take anymore.  So after one more siphon of blood was drawn I popped off… “You know you doctors have stuck me more times than that #$%&@ snake did”.  This seemed to lighten the tension in the air as a hearty laugh was collectively expelled.  I know that if you can not laugh at adversity and challenges then half the battle is already lost.  For the next trying hours and days I have many many stories of both laughter and sorrow.  But, in the end I made out of ICU after 7 days and got to see my precious boys.  This story ends happily.  My arm still feels the effects of the bite as I type these words but I know that too will pass.  I have been questioned about my ordeal and if I would cache again.  Not only yes, but… HELL YES!  My “Cache-Du-Jour” streak is over and as the boys have grown it was about to anyway because they are into swimming and laser-tag and there seems to not be enough hours in the day for it all.  But, Geocaching is a fun outdoor activity and I am not going to let a snake bite push me back to the couch and what is the next season of drivel on TV. 

                     

                    I have never tried to preach… oh, I have my opinions but try to keep them to myself.  However, I am going to step up on a soap box here.  Please do not take this story as one of tragedy… take it for what it is worth… hopefully a compelling glimpse of time that I went through.  I initially did not want to tell half assed bits and pieces because people will snap to judgment and take action without thinking.  In my humble assessment with my rattlesnake encounter, it was a one in a million shot.  It was the exception and not the RULE!  Please, please, please should not frighten ANY ONE away from caching.  Only make us ALL more vigilant and aware of our surroundings.  As a cacher it is our responsibility to remember that we are in THEIR territory.  Be mindful and respectful to this and hopefully you will never encounter the freak accident I did.  To this day I believe I was aware of my surroundings.  I did not see the snake because of how it was hidden and it never made its presence known until it uncoiled and leapt like a rocket.  Will I be more cautious… of course.  Was I cautious enough in this instant?  In my humble opinion I think so.

                     

                    Thank you all for being patient with me those who helped as messengers both suspecting and unsuspecting and respected my privacy over the past week or so.  I also have a bit more peace to say before I wrap up with the serious stuff.  First to Shelly.  If it was not for you… From my understanding with what the doctors and nurses have now told me I would probably not be able to type these words today.  Through great fear on your part you arose to the occasion and hauled my sorry ass to the ER without hesitation.  Then both you and Mike sat vigil at my doorstep as I went through the pain and recovery of this ordeal.  Once again for this I can never begin to repay either of you but you both will always have my deepest gratitude.  To everyone else who stopped by once I was out of the woods and has sent emails, cards, well wishes and the like words fail me.  In all my life I never thought that I would have touched so many who cared so much about me and my family.  The words of concern and latitude have just overwhelmed me.  Thank you.

                    Ok, now the serious stuff is over (and I will never forget)… Bring on the ribbing… I know, I deserve every bit of it.  As I said before if you can not laugh at diversity and challenge then half the battle is lost.  I am an easy target now…  


                    Cheers

                    Trevor from TRAKD

                     


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                  • TRAKD Clan
                    Howdy All, Well, after weeks of recouperating it was time to finally get out and nab a few caches. Which we did... in fact, I even got to see Salmon Falls
                    Message 9 of 18 , Sep 1, 2007
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                      Howdy All,
                       
                      Well, after weeks of recouperating it was time to finally get out and nab a few caches.  Which we did... in fact, I even got to see Salmon Falls Widow nab #5000.  In just two years.  Congrats kiddo!  Great job...
                      T


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                    • Bill Hoke
                      WAY TO GO , SHELLY! What an awesome accomplishment.
                      Message 10 of 18 , Sep 3, 2007
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                        WAY TO GO , SHELLY! What an awesome accomplishment.
                        --- TRAKD Clan <trakdclan@...> wrote:

                        > Howdy All,
                        >
                        > Well, after weeks of recouperating it was time to
                        > finally get out and nab a few caches. Which we
                        > did... in fact, I even got to see Salmon Falls Widow
                        > nab #5000. In just two years. Congrats kiddo!
                        > Great job...
                        > T
                        >
                        >
                        > ---------------------------------
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                        > Check out fitting gifts for grads at Yahoo! Search.
                      • MATT AND STEPHANIE MOORE
                        WOW. that is quite an accomplishment to get sooo many caches in so little time. Congratulations! Redvoodoo _____ From: nuts_@yahoogroups.com
                        Message 11 of 18 , Sep 3, 2007
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                          WOW… that is quite an accomplishment to get sooo many caches in so little time.

                           

                          Congratulations!

                          Redvoodoo

                           


                          From: nuts_@yahoogroups.com [mailto: nuts_@yahoogroups.com ] On Behalf Of Bill Hoke
                          Sent: Monday, September 03, 2007 2:14 PM
                          To: nuts_@yahoogroups.com
                          Subject: Re: [NUTS] Salmon Falls Widow Hits 5000

                           

                          WAY TO GO , SHELLY! What an awesome accomplishment.
                          --- TRAKD Clan <trakdclan@yahoo. com> wrote:

                          > Howdy All,
                          >
                          > Well, after weeks of recouperating it was time to
                          > finally get out and nab a few caches. Which we
                          > did... in fact, I even got to see Salmon Falls Widow
                          > nab #5000. In just two years. Congrats kiddo!
                          > Great job...
                          > T
                          >
                          >
                          > ------------ --------- --------- ---
                          > Luggage? GPS? Comic books?
                          > Check out fitting gifts for grads at Yahoo! Search.

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