I Hate Micros

I had some time to kill between meetings while working out by Harrisburg, so I went out to grab a cache called I Hate Micros.  It was hidden on the far edge of a gigantic deserted parking lot behind an old movie theater.  I got to the area where the container should have been, but it was nowhere to be found.  After a few more minutes of searching, I finally discovered it on the ground, half buried in the dirt and mud.  It looked like it had fallen off of the nearby tree where it was hanging.  I signed the log and re-hung the container (a camo'd bison tube) from the tree. 

Can you see it?  A camo'd bison tube.



There it is!



Sneaky little sucker!