I'm not big on cemeteries at dusk, but zombie hunting isn't for the faint of heart. If we're going to cover all of the caches in the area, we have to tackle the ones at the cemetery.
The kids and I headed for the cemetery with my parents and the coordinates led us to a large tree just outside the cemetery entrance on a lonely dirt road.
Standing at the base of the tree and looking up at a large knot in the side of the tree. A knot that's large enough that a family of animals could be living inside:
Me (to my dad): I'm not reaching in there. You do it.
Dad (laughing): Okay. I'll do it.
He reaches into the tree, moves the camouflage around and pulls out a severed leg Halloween prop.
I thought I was going to die. First from fear and almost shitting my pants and secondly from laughing.
When my heart rate finally returned to normal we headed to Tim Hortons for a tea. Even zombie hunters need to recharge now and then.
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