The Watchout For The Bad Man Warrimoo, New South Wales, Australia
By Hoogies on 15-Jul-15. Waypoint GC5ZC1T

A nice walk along FTs leaving only a 280m bushbash to GZ. Picked a good line down the ever narrowing ridge and fortunately came out right at the "point" and a lovely LO. Extremely accurate coords helped me to soon find the nice hiding spot. Still a bit of a struggle for an arthritic old bloke to reach. Thanks Hoogies for the challenge and for placing this cache in such a scenic location.

Tftc - nice walk to GZ with a easy bush bash involved. Came the easier way however I suggest the harder way for more excitement.

Great spot.TFTC

Two days after taming the Bad Man at A Film Canister ~ GC42NAA on my own, lets visit this Watchout with someone. Convinced my geowife into joining my quest of the day. Telling her how else can she fill her grid a bit more unless she goes with someone she trusts (me?!). Graubunden finally agreed with the proviso that we take the southbound route from Yellow Rock - like a few finders have mentioned.On reflection, that would be T3.5. Really wanted to do the original T4.5 route via Warrimoo Lookout & the creek below. That will wait for another day on my own (as a write note). After Graubunden found a cool tree cache at the old dam, we hit the bush 275 metres out from the track. Kept persuading her to stay close, we soon reached the lookout via several sloped inclines. Found the ammo cache within 10 minutes, once we admired the scenery. So glad to visit another lonely cache, 2 years and 7 months since the last recorded geofind. With 13 logged finds over eight years and ten months, that comes out to 1.5 recorded logs approximately each year. After today, 1.7 finds annually. Would highly recommend other geocachers to make the effort to visit many Bad Man and related caches. Thanks Hoogies

On caching with SurdiVisio. Initially I said no as I dont like being in the bush alone. He talked me around, by telling me theres an alternative route more to my liking. Took us one hour from where we left our geomobile, on top of 15 minutes stop at a nearby cache first.Glad that I didnt have to scale those rocky cliffs. One day? Or never? Walking on those tops are enough for me. Im happy to make the ammo find together with my geohusband. Thank you, Hoogies

I am obviously getting wiser as i get older. Today I piked half way down to the creek. 10 years ago I would have gotten all the way down and half way up the other side before piking still had a lot of fun exploring the tracks and finding my way down through the first cliffs. Some great overhangs as well. Great challenge, top marks for everyone who has finished!

Mr T decided on this cache today to do his SES training walk.
Drove to the end of Singles Ridge Road at Yellowrock. The track here was one he had been meaning to do for many years! So after reading a few previous logs that had accessed the cache from this direction, it gave him the incentive to do the walk and cache.
Headed along the track till about a couple of hundred metres from GZ. Then a push through the bush. Found the rock pile, searched around and found the cache. Signed log and returned as found.
This cache is only about 2 1/2 km from home as the crow flies, but took a 3 hour round trip! TFTC

Find number 7900. Has not been found for over 4 years. Parked at end of Singles Ridge Road. Followed path and went bush for 250 metres to reach gz. Quick find of cache. Signed and replaced. Had a look at the other caches across the creek, but it looks easier to come down Rickards road another day. Fav point. Tftc

Being up in the mountains to finish off another puzzle this one looked appealing and with the hot weather well and truly gone it was time to give it ago. Out along the ridge and down and up. A few different lines but onto GZ and a bit of a hunt to find the prize. We completed the signing duties and rehid. No to get down, up and back, TFTC

After having read all the logs and looked at the terrain rating we decided to look a little more carefully at the map to see if there was an easier approach. We came in from the end of Singles Ridge Road along a disused fire trail. After leaving the fire trail it was only a relatively short bush bash to the cache and the great view. It took a little while to locate the cache as there were so many great hiding places. After signing the log we retraced our steps to the fire trail and then followed it to the end where we were rewarded with great views over the Regatta Centre and Fitzgeralds Creek. We then retraced our steps back to the car very pleased we had found the cache and discovered a lovely area so close to home. Thanks for the cache.

Today was a big adventure day, knocking off most of the caches from [Phobias](http://coord.info/gc47xxq) in the east, up over Bad Man Ridge, to Warrimoo. I'm very pleased to have found 16 of 16 including some real doozies. I got dirty, sweaty, and sunburnt, with only one close call to speak of. Thanks to all COs for placing and maintaining some really great caches. Doling out favourite points is going to be a tough call for sure!

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Cache #6. The approach to this one was impressive. I got down into the creek bottom and looked up at a 20-metre precipice in awe and maybe a little concern. Well there's got to be a way up, or there wouldn't be a cache up there. After a stroll down the dry creek bed I found a slope that I could climb for a short distance. After climbing that, I looked around and saw another section, then another, then another, as I managed to string them together. Soon enough I was at 20m peering up at the lookout. A little more searching led me to a crevice that took me to the top. I inadvertently dislodged a 500mm boulder on my way up, but thankfully it didn't take me out as it fell. Once at the top, it took me about 10 minutes to track down the cache itself. This was a tough one, but very rewarding. Excellent location for a cache, strategically placed to keep an eye on the sinister ridge across the valley. TFTC Hoogies! This is a favourite of mine

Bisgisy mentioned he had his eye on this cache and asked if I would be up for the challenge sometime....you bet ya!
We parked at the gate and made our way down the trail,heading down past the waypoint to the bottom.
Great spot down here,i found a basketball!
From here we took on what looked the easiest way and started our scramble up,we hit a few tricky obstacles but team work got us over the line.
Near GZ Bisygisy said something about a snake so after a careful search we soon had the cache,woo-hoo.
Thanks Hoogies for the adventure,was alot of fun
TFTC!!!

This cache is a monstrosity. I want to buried there. Love the man made candle. Peered into a nook and saw a small snake which had a bit of yellow in its face. Decided not to pursue looking there no more. The creek below is so serene. Went along with bonfire7. He was great company. I walked along the Richard Road track past 5 ways until the end and then bonfire7 found the rust cache the same way the CO of this cache found it and then we walked back until we found the track that took us to the lookout. We went down via the suggested waypoint. Yay I finally found it after 13.5 months of not being found. Thanks Hoogies.

#3,627

Canary suggested on Friday that we should team up for some Lower Mountains caches today. Bikerbuddy & I had planned a night out Friday, and knew we wouldn't get much sleep. So we agreed to meeting late morning, knowing we would be feeling buggered. Canary called a bit earlier then expected, his call prompted us out of bed and into the shower, so we at least resembled humans by the time he arrived at our house. I even had time for coffee, to slightly reduce my resemblance to a walking dead cast member .

Canary suggested this one as our first cache, and we weren't in any state to read cache descriptions, or D/T ratings, so we really didn't know what we were in for. We left ourselves in Canary's hands, and he managed to navigate all of us safely to GZ. Once there we spread out, to check the few potential hiding spots. Bikerbuddy's choice was the right one, and he made our first find for the day.

Thanks Hoogies, this is a cool location

I planned a day of adventure with my youngest son, bikerbuddy and Toriaz.

The was the first stop of the day. After a long, long trip we were at the rocky outcrop for GZ. We found the items in the hint and we all picked a spot to check. It was bikerbuddy who picked the right spot.

We got a little lost on the way out with my suggestion halfway back. I was wrong so we backtracked and came the way we got here.

Another fine Hoogies adventure. And what views!?!

TFTC.

[Found Log Continued]

We found the cache and signed the log. But the old woman wouldn’t leave. She’s still waiting there for something to happen: for great things; amazing things. She looks skywards, at the stars, holding Hoogies’ cache to her withered breast, and waiting.

As for Toriaz … Well, I couldn’t carry her back, although I managed to bring back the wheelchair. She’s with the old woman, still. I guess Canary was right. A HALO jump might have been the best thing after all.

Thanks Hoogies.

Canary wanted a day out. We’d been promising each other we’d get around to some of the new caches in this area for weeks. Today was the day. We were going to man up like manly men and get this done. This might involve scratches. We might even get dirty.

At least, that had been Toriaz’s greatest concern whenever we talked about this extremely challenging cache with amazingly insane terrain. There was her manicure to consider, not to mention her new high heels which she didn’t want scratched. Then the day of reckoning arrived and our problems appeared manifold. Toriaz was shagged after a long night out, and we were simply not going to get her derriere there. We either solved this, or it was an afternoon of Monopoly.

Like all amazingly insane caches, the only way forward, it seemed, was to seek amazingly insane solutions. Canary, who wasn’t at his best, suggested a high altitude descent with a low chute opening to give her enough time to calibrate the chute’s trajectory and land with pin point accuracy. He couldn’t be serious, I thought. How the hell were we to get her out of there, afterwards?!?

I favoured a simpler solution. I noticed, passing Wingara Hamlet on one of my various walks through Springwood, an old woman in a wheelchair. It was fitted with wide tyres and an auto inflation system, in case of immersion. The back of her seat was emblazoned with a Tough Mudder sticker. She had a flare gun strapped to her mechanical hip.

We simply had to have that wheelchair.

My more astute readers will have already guessed the moral dilemma we now faced, not to mention the practical considerations of separating the old woman from her means of transportation. Canary explained that a sedative at the right dosage was his preference. Toriaz favoured a cricket bat but was too indisposed to swing it, which left my solution. Always the saint, always the negotiator, the problem solver and diplomat, I simply asked the old woman, “Can I have your wheelchair?” and she said, “No”, so I explained, “It’s in the service of great deeds,” and she asked, “What great deeds?” and I said, “It’s for the Watchout cache”, and the old lady, who I now realised might be deaf, thought I said I was from the WatchTower and immediately leaped to the conclusion that I was a divine messenger on a mission from God, and quite frankly, I was in no mood to disabuse her because we needed that bloody wheelchair.

So now, it was the old lady and her wheelchair with Toriaz perched precariously in her lap, with Canary cradling her tiny little lap dog, a yappy little mutt the old woman refused to leave behind in case she was suddenly taken by the Rapture, and me, left to heave-ho on the wheel chair, down the track from the road and into the bush.

“Great deeds, you say?” the old woman needled me.

“Great deeds,” I agreed. “It’s all extremely challenging and amazingly insane.”

“Will there be someone with a ladder?” she asked. I didn’t know what she meant, but it didn’t matter. Suddenly there was a pop and this time it wasn’t Toriaz. A tyre suddenly went flat on the wheelchair, and I looked at with all the foreboding I felt. Toriaz groaned. Canary, meanwhile, was still fighting the dog off as it tried to savage his face. What the hell were we going to do?

And this is the most amazing thing: I don’t know whether the old woman was filled with some supernatural spirit, was the real deal and that Tough Mudder sticker was no joke, or whether Canary had pepped her with something after all, but suddenly she stood up, swore, tossed Toriaz, who had fainted, yet again (at the thought that that escaping air might have caused her a major embarrassment, I guess) then kicked the wheelchair into its folded position, hoisted that on her other shoulder, and then turned to me. “Let’s get this thing done, buddy,” she said. And we did. That’s how we got to the cache, with Canary wrestling a pint sized Godzilla and Grandma Kettle, showing her mettle.

That was sort of brutal. But a lot of fun. Unfortunately, I took a too direct route on the way in, resulting in a few slips and slides as well as having to negotiate some very steep cliffs. But found a good spot to cross the creek and was glad that the way up to the cache was slightly less challenging. Quickly found the cache and enjoyed the sun on top of the outcrop. I took a different route back, following the cache description. All in all an excellent little adventure, however, a strenuous one. Many thanks for placing a cache in such an awesome location.
P.S. Hats off to Team Webguy for finding this one in the dark!

Nice and nasty - just the way I like my bush caches!

Myself and two friends agreed today would be a fantastic day to get out and take on a proper cache. This one had just been published, so why not?

We set off from the back of my mate's house on Blackbutt Crescent. We dropped into the bush and joined Cripple Creek, some 1.3km from the cache (as the crow flies, anyway), and about 200m of bush slogging we'd realised we had made this cache waaaay harder than it needed to be. Half an hour in, one of us had realised this was going to take way longer than anticipated and had to turn back. And that left two. We knew we had to pick up the pace. What we didn't know was that we'd covered two thirds of the intended route of the Cold Feet multicachd nearby, just on our way to GZ.

We'd followed the creek beyond where Cold Feet would have ended and continued on to uncharted territory. We were faced with an almight cliff in front of us, accompanied by an absolutely stunning waterfall. It didn't take long to figure out we needed to be up the other side of the creek, but how?

We continued circling the ridge around in desperate search for a route up the cliff. We spotted one, eyed it off, "yep that'll do" and off we went. Some skilled and slighlty dodgy climbing saw us at the top of the cliff after 2 hours. Another 20 minutes later we ticked off the 70 or so meters to the cache.

Search wise, it wasn't too bad. I kind of overestimated things without reading the description or hint, and began my search too low. I found some fantastic spots, one particularly evil, but to no avail. We went back up and started again. Bingo.

Then we realised, shit! 4:30pm. Where do we go? It'll be dark by the time we get back and I didn't like the way we'd gotten up here. What if we kept going?

And we did. 20 minutes later, and an inch of trespassing, we were in Yellow Rock. We got picked up by my mate's Dad.

Thanks Hoogies. Another cracker. Lower Blueies are doing well with us placing all these challenge caches!!!

FTF @ 1:16am

So, I got home around 8:30pm Friday night, not much was going on, I started to heat up my dinner, the boy was home and I mentioned there was a FTF going for grabs still, he'd seen the picture posted a few days ago. He said, why don't we go now? I'm thinking, I've seen that terrain in the daytime, why would we want to risk injury going at night? My dinner kept turning in the microwave....

He keeps saying, we can do this, lets go, lets do it. I get changed into my "I must be nuts going out doing this type of cache at night clothes", I leave my walking boots at home, they are slippery and dangerous on wet surfaces. My dinner is still turning....

The wife rolls her eyes, I kiss her goodbye, perhaps for the last time? I manually input a couple of WP's into the GPS, we read the cache info, we get two torches each, a beanie, a rain jacket and some water, just in case. The microwave hoes ding as we walk out the door, dinner is ready, but forgotten....

We stop at a supermarket, grab some batteries, jubes and we are off towards the dark mountains to our west, it does not take too long to arrive at the usual parking spot, it's cold, beanie on, still cold, hoodie on, ahh, much better. It is 1.5k's to the track mentioned, we get there pretty quickly, find the track in the dark and follow it to the end, the views were, um, black, we could hear a LOT of water running below....

We started our descent, due to the fires, we quickly turned black, "solid" trees, were not, we slipped and scrambled downwards through 5 or 6 clifflines, skirting around ledges searching for a way past on wet rock, by the light of LED magic.

The roar of the creek below became louder and louder until we could see a seething white ribbon raging across slippery wet rocks, well, this will be interesting I thought, the boy has waterproof boots on, I don't, so, shoes and socks off and I walked through and across to the otherside of the cold creek...

We took stock of where we were, should we go left, or right, a monster cliff towered above us infront, we sure as hell aint going up that!

The rest of the journey you will just have to experience for yourself, I have got you this far, the rest is up to those who follow....

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I've been in need of some inspiration.... Might crack it this weekend?