Have you ever found a Liar’s Cache?

Описание: Here's the log that I wrote for this cache ...
It was a dark stormy night. Suddenly a shot rang out. The maid screamed. A door slammed. Suddenly a pirate ship appeared on the horizon. Scaling the electrical pole required specialized gear (that I was able to get at a discount on eBay). I had never used the preowned gear (that was needed to climb the 55 foot power pole) before, so double checking the spike gaffs and body harness could mean the difference between life and death. I had gone out caching while Sandy and my uncle were back at the farm, most likely waiting for me by the fireplace. I didn’t have much time lest they begin to wonder why I was taking so long. Using imagery from orbital spy satellite THX1138, I was able to identify the location of the cache atop one of the high voltage transformers at the pinnacle of the pole. The heavy rain and flashes of lightning made the climb more challenging than usual. Strange that such weather seemed to appear out of nowhere on an otherwise temperate Southern California night. Dauntless I persisted, inch by inch towards the goal. The maid continued to scream which was an annoying distraction as I got closer to the sparking electrical transformer. Why would anyone hire a screaming maid anyhow? Surely one would set “one who does not constantly scream” as a prerequisite for hiring, wouldn’t you think? Anyhow back to the climb: As I neared the humming VBOD (voltage box of doom), the pirate ship fired a volley of warning shots within 30 paces of the pole. Obviously they sought the same prize and wanted to claim it just as badly. Suddenly my phone rang. I knew it was the pirates because they were trying to reach me on my Aye Phone. I didn’t answer. Besides, I had tried to call them earlier to tell them that I was Going Caching, but it only rang and rang. I immediately knew why: They had left it off the hook. I was within striking distance of the cache and used my infrared goggles to confirm the heat signature of the cache atop the transformer. Going for the grab at that moment would leave me crispy and I prefer my original recipe. Fortunately Sandy had written and deployed a computer worm that was designed to infiltrate the electric company’s power grid and shut off the power … right … about … NOW! Huzzah! The lights around us black out for 7 city blocks, the transformer stopped humming (quite annoying actually if they don’t know the lyrics) and all was quiet … except for the perpetually screaming maid of course. I made the grab, signed and replaced the cache, then rappelled head first back down to terra firma exactly 2 seconds before the lights flickered back to life. The transformer once again began humming (I thought I recognized the tune as something from Handel’s Messiah. Quite catchy actually.) The tires of my Aston Martin DB5 squealed as I sped away. Explosively, a cannonball struck the asphalt where only moments ago my car had been. I disappeared, a ghost in the darkness. Laughing out loud I raced back to the farm to dream with Sandy and my uncle at the fireside. The maid continued to scream …

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