In this, the fourth installment of actual email to Forrest you will find notes from people who claim to have found the chest (they did not) with Forrest playing along and notes that are downright scary and notes that are sweet. All in a days email for Forrest…
After locating the Blaze in the poem by solving the clues, and having been led to the chest, I was disheartened to learn that there are two different versions of the poem. The version found on The Thrill of the Chase Resource page online shows:
The answer I already know
While the version published in your memoir reads:
The answers I already know
Based on the way the clues are solved to this point, it is obvious that every word and every letter are crucial. I was hoping you would be able to clarify which version of the poem is correct. Should the word answer have an S on the end to make it plural? Pehaps this one letter has no bearing on the final solution, but it is something that continually weighs on my mind.
Hope all is well!
It makes no difference, one of them is only an innocent typo. You can pick which one. f
I wanted to share with you my adventure in trying to find the treasure. The general thought around Yellowstone is only crazy people are looking for it and it is a hoax.
After 2 trips, 5 days looking in a concentrated area. I’m beginning to wonder. If anything, the treasure has been found or I have been within 100 feet of it.
My first trip turned into a search and rescue effort that seems to have made my name a household word around Yellowstone. 2 nights that each one of them could have killed me…long story and amazing what the human body can endure to survive. 20 people went looking for me and they found me walking out. Then took 4 people to jerry rig a line to cross the Yellowstone River too retrieve my pack that I had to cut to get out of the place where I spent my first night. They couldn’t go down where I went up, Dangerous is an understatement. You might have had a visit from my wife and dad had I not returned and I don’t think it would have been pretty. This time I thought the treasure could be on a little island upstream from Gardiner. Nope!
So further research refined. Words like bluff, crack (crevice), Knowles Falls (wise – butterfly – flutterby) starting coming to life for me. The marbles and the miner looking down while two people are now pointing to the third marble. At first I took the image literally but after a day of tromping around over each bluff and valley leading up to Knowles Falls I realized I missed something. Then I realized the image was reversed and the bluff I needed to get to was not easy to get to. But the next day I did. I walked the big bluff, the little bluff next to it and the two bluffs below it. (half way up the bluff) I got some great pictures and saw a really unique rock formation that could draw unwanted attention. Saw a lot of trees and rocks but I didn’t see the treasure. I also expected to see perhaps a marking on a tree by Joe Meek who travelled around this area as he escaped the Indians. I did see a bear and her cub. That was scary. I didn’t see any marking like a headstone…I presume grandma’s headstone. I’m thinking grandma must be related to either Joe Meek or Mr. Knowles. But I looked all over that area overlooking Knowles Falls and Crevice Creek. No luck. Last night climbing out of that area I made a wrong turn on a mountain. So getting dark I set for the night on a side of a hill. My friend couldn’t traverse the whole distance on the 3rd day and waiting for me with a plan in mind. I missed my deadline and so once again the search and rescue started setting up a search. Fortunately, I got back to my car by 8:00 AM. Fortunately, my wife and dad weren’t called. Needless to say, either the treasure has been found or it is a hoax. If I have missed it, the path must be down off Rescue Creek Trail to the river line and then up to Knowles Falls – perhaps a little beyond from the other side but consistent with the marbles picture it would have to be a lower bluff closer to Crevice Creek. Needless to say, my wife won’t be letting me make this trek again. She’s probably going to make me unwind my business. Another casualty of the recession. Needless to say, I tried and feel like I just didn’t see the right tree. It may not be in a dangerous place, but the switches make it a dangerous adventure.
In closing, I hope it is real. I feel I have solved the puzzle, but it is not there. Risking my life a 3rd time just isn’t an option. In closing you got me. I wish I could say I was right there because I solved it and that’s good enough like you telling the lady if she could tell you where it was, you would go get it for her. The Thrill of the Hunt was more like an mission gone awry x2.
In the end, you got me.
No need to search any place where a 79 or 80 year old man could not carry a 42 pound box full of gold. Please don’t over extend yourself. f
Hello Forrest, How have you been? Have not seen or heard much lately.
I found your treasure.
Congratulations Plato, do you want to sell the bracelet? f
🙂 sir its yours . you know im screwing around all though i do think its in the Fleetwood make you a deal , not only can you have the bracelet back but I will also return anything else out of the treasure you would like. Its never been about the riches its been about the chase. One question : is it in the fleetwood? if not i will know to move on. if so I would honored to return your treasures. Have you read my previous emails or do you remember me? your friend, Plato.
Just a minute my friend Plato. You said you found the treasure. Are you saying now that you did not? f
Hope all is well. I just want to know what I am supposed to think of this site. He wrote me saying I should check it out. I did and it has me wondering. Do you know this guy?
Everyone wants in the act. Did you send your $99 in yet?
I am sure that any advice he could give would be worthless. You can quote me. f
Ive been on this thing a month now. Each time I think Im close the rug gets pulled out from under me. The broken arrow pointing at the commode and the placed stone, the commode with a pretty necklace like the photo. The Alpha which was ok because Alpha is the begginning. The swivet was cruel I think, but ok, your book your rules. Ive used money I need to survive with thinking im almost there, I’m almost there. Ive been persistant, diligent, and I’m worn to a nub. I’ve braved the cold nights and cold water days. My fear of Evil spirits out there on what is a massacre area camping out. I’ll be out there at dawn while the Indian is sleeping and give it a final go. There are two Indians on the trail of this. The one with the truck and the one with the horse Im guessing. The one with the truck threatened to disapear me. I think they are related. Is the death threat part of the deal? Part of the puzzle? Be brave? The kid said the owner is dead? Are you dead?
There is now a record of the threat, by whom. If he gets in my face again in a threatening manner I am going to pull my bowie knife out and cut his throat open from ear to ear. After the last death threat I believe I am justified in doing so. I wont bother to threaten him with the knife as he could easily run to his truck and pull a gun. You see the problem with waiting periods? Just my having a holstered pistol or shotgun would prevent violence. Maybe he is your angus man and this is part of the gag. Maybe he isnt and is willing to disappear me for a million and a half bucks. Quite a motive and plenty of opportunity out there, me alone with no protection.
These guys have had a big edge for years now, Knowing its your land. Living surrounding the land. They have tapped no hole I hadnt tapped already accept maybe the ball of the feet at alpha. I let them fixate on Alpha slide to buy time. While I dug out the commode then 16 inches in the married trees, ”win all”.
Theve apparrantly given up on Alpha and now want my diggings.
Now they want me gone so they can take over what I think is the final spot. I pray the didnt see me come outa there. There is enough evidence in there like the hole and tracks of mine behind the tree it wont take a genius to figure it out. The Truck Indian is bud light boy I think now. His son is the kid and the kid says they live next to the blue barn.
I know your real smart, I hope I am not being used to harm your enemy if what Matthew the kid of Truck Indian says is true about the legal beef. Even if it is self defense. I’m sending copies of all my correspondance with you to my ex wife in case of my demise. She can give it over to the media if I get croaked or in an altercation.
Who is the unseen hand? Somebody moved those cows like the guernsey and opened the gate and made initials, my initials on the log. I know it aint Indian. It would be kind if he could hang close I have no backup, nobody.
I restored the broken arrow at the commode. hope that buys time. I’m really peeved.
Call me if you want, I have to go get a charger for my phone in the morning.
I think it is time for you to leave wherever you are and go home. If there is any kind of violence you will be the loser. It is stupid to take a knife to a gun fight, Go away now please. f
Just cause you will probably get a laugh…i spent hours last night with those numbers below…i added them, multiplied them, found a pattern, try latitudes, hardshad #, morse code, applied it to the alphabet, searched zip codes, elevations, phone codes etc…dreamt of numbers and woke up this morning and said. If Hegben was that deep it would reach China and have a drainage hole, all the water would leak out and if you did plunk it at Hegbens depth then I could just walk around and find it. Giggles.
Here’s a lady who may find the treasure because she has done the math and knows exactly where it is. f
|The internet abounds with a supposed statement from you, saying to “think big”, particularly about the home of Brown. Did you ever say that? Is that a “fact” that I can add to my page?Kindest regards from a rainy UK!
I don’t remember saying that related to the treasure and can’t imagine why I would. f
Dal’s blog thickens again with a rush of ideas ranging from interesting to scary. The topic right now is Tesuque. They are looking at that photo of you and Tesuque on Dal’s blog watching the Today Show crew. (look here for the pic http://dalneitzel.com/2013/04/17/2071/)
The latest question is “I wonder what Tesuque is thinking?”
Maybe they think they can snark a clue out of Tesuque since they can’t get one from you…
Tesuque can be bought but they would be cheated because she does not know where the treasure is.f
Hello mr. Fenn, My name is Octavios im 27 and I’ve been studying your poem extensively, and unfortunately all my efforts have led me nowhere. I have lived an awful life full of misery and despair, a horrible childhood that left me with no desire or purpose to live. I was planning to take my life two days before I read about your treasures, and the adventure I was hoping would turn my life for the better and it did. For that I thank you, I’ve added a few great years in hopes of finding your treasure and making my life good and worth something. Since I was unable to find your treasure once again I’ve failed to do something great and bring meaning to my life. I’m once again planning to take my life before someone else unearths your trove, the pain would be too much for me. I thank you once again Forrest for giving me a glimmer of hope, and a very exciting 3 years in this world and in the two weeks I have left before I leave this earth I will be waiting for even just one sentence from you, it would mean everything to me. I know I’m a fool for being selfish with something as beautiful as life, but the hurt is too much to bear, a few words from you would bring me much comfort and ease my mind for the short time that I have left. Thank you so very much mr. Fenn and have a beautiful time on this earth.
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Since you have gone on national television about the Chase, I’m sure there are many many more folks looking for the treasure.
After being stumped last October, this time I returned to Yellowstone with my boyfriend to search around the base of Osprey Falls, which if you have never been to it, is an awesome site that can only be seen by hikers.
While we didn’t find the chest, another treasure came to me that day. I proposed to my boyfriend at a scenic overlook of Osprey Falls before the trail goes down into the canyon. He said “Yes!”
Upon our return home to New England, he surprised me with the engagement ring his mother and grandmother had worn over 80 years ago. The diamonds are hand-cut, and I am now proudly wearing a piece of his family’s history.
After many displays of affection (which scandalized the grouses and marmots!), we hiked down into Sheepeater Canyon. The base of Osprey Falls has a trail marker. It has overhangs and caves. Sadly, even though we looked in cracks and crevices all around and below the wooden post there (the blaze) that was marking the end of the trail, we did not find the chest.
Due to recent warm weather and previous rain, Osprey Falls was in full-force and everything around its base was soaked. Thankfully, my fiance and I are well seasoned hikers and we had our rain gear on for the cold exploration. The force of the water did not permit me to wade anywhere near the bottom of the falls.
Proposing at Yellowstone gave us an excuse to return some day and look again. Whether we find the chest or not, Yellowstone will always be special to us.
Thanks for the Adventure, Forrest! Any boyfriend crazy enough to follow me looking for your chest is a person I want to have adventures with for the rest of my life.