Here’s what you do:
Take county road 4 about three miles until you see the old logging road just past the bridge over Caney Creek. Leave your car parked at the entrance, because it has been at least 30 years since this road has been driven. There is a path of sorts on the right side. Deer, like cows and people, are creatures of habit — they take the path of least resistence, so the trail is worn smooth. You will have to contend with blackberry and green-briar, so bring a walking stick if you have one. Watch your feet. It’s warm and they’re crawling. Full of venom, too, after a winter of mostly being holed-up.
The trail follows the ridge about a half mile. When you get to a big white oak (you’ll know, because it’s the only really big tree on the trail) look for a rusted-out 55 gallon drum just to the left of the tree. About 20 yards south of the drum you will see an old piece of pink flagging tape on a sweetgum tree. Walk due south from there, downhill until you hear the creek.
Just before you get to the creek, about thirty yards back before the switch-cane starts to get thick, is where you’ll find the rock I left for you. Big as a basketball, that rock. You can’t miss it. I hauled it down there from the old chimney on the next ridge.
The money’s buried under the rock in one of those blue plastic bins like they sell at Walmart — the kind that women put winter clothes in before they put them in the attic.
You owe me one. Now get moving.