A group of Who Dat cachers from across LA, MS, and points beyond hiked some hills of Southern MS.  below is the tale as told by our Big Doggy.

The tale told below is from a log of Big Doggy for the  GC21R75 There is waterfalls in these woods. YEAH FOR REAL 

When I was leaving the house, my wife said, “Have a good time. Be careful.” I quickly responded, “How can I do both?” Those of us who woke up at 4:00 AM and braved the mid thirties temperatures and rugged, slippery terrain, know how true those words rang. We called ourselves “Team Who Dat” in the spirit of the impending Super Bowl game and signed the logs accordingly. Throughout the day, “Who Dat” became our chant and our hail across the rigorous expanses.

The main group began their descent at 9:00. I delayed to wait for the late group who eventually arrived at 10:00. After 20 minutes of waiting, I left a map and a message of the sequence for the latecomers and jogged to the first cache and caught up with the group at the second.

One by one we found the caches, using trails when we could and collaborating on bushwhacking approach strategies. It certainly was a textbook case of effective group decision-making. At mid day, parts of the group broke off and returned to the trailhead. Our dedicated core group of 11 pushed on to the remaining caches at the far southern reaches. Along the way we spotted some deer near Waterfall 3 and some obviously well fed buzzards roosting on a rotted stump not more than 40 feet from where we stood. One wary member speculated that they were in position for those of us who didn’t make it back. At the far south end of the trek, the trail had deteriorated to the point that we lost and found it again several times. By 2:00 it began to look like we wouldn’t be out until after dark. But we persevered and reached the trailhead at 5:00 sharp. Total distance was 6.06 miles (see track & profile diagrams) and the temperature was 31 degrees.

At the trailhead, there was some literature describing the Clark Creek area as being among the 50 most scenic areas in America. The last time I visited, it was mid summer and visibility was severely restricted by all the thick green foliage. Visiting in January gave me the opportunity to grasp the vastness of the rugged terrain. It also allowed our group to visually scan the terrain for point to point bushwhacking. The trails ascended from the creek beds sharply to bluffs 200 feet high and descended again just as quickly throughout the trek and served as a constant reminder that we were all experiencing something both memorable and extraordinary.

I’ll have to say that I was impressed with the fortitude and tenacity of my comrades. For high performance geocaching, I really don’t think it gets any better than this. It was one of those rare gatherings that blended the right time at the right place with the right people to produce something special.