I figured it was because someone thought (perhaps incorrectly) that the outdoors was a better hiding place than, say, under the bed or mattress.
The stash in question was, indeed, in a small clearing at the edge of some woods. A previous stash was in some burned-out farm buildings. In both cases, another kid knew about them and led me to them. A few years later, I found a single issue of Playboy (not a stash) on the edge of a newly-finished street (thus pretty much in a “field”). I figured it was a trick, or possibly a lure, and kept biking.
I think there was a Reddit thread (or whatever) about “field porn” but an attempted Google search has me regretting that I tried to look for it at work.
