My friend and I did a treasure hunt for his 8 year old cousins and their friends. We went to a park in Mammoth and had a cowboy treasure hunt. Everyone dressed up as cowboys and everyone got maps to the treasure. It ended in a gunfight between he and I and the birthday boy got to walk off with the treasure that he split up between all the kids. The park was ideal, it had an abandoned shack somewhere and a cave. We made up wanted posters with our pictures on it and we posted them on trees beforehand. On the way to the treasure, the kids realized that their hosts (my friend and I) were escaped convicts. Hee hee. By that time, we were far from the campsite. They totally dug that. I was Big Bad Brad and my friend was Shotgun Scotty.
