Row, Row, Row Your Boat…

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At the beginning of autumn, 2014 I decided to make one final trip for the year into my favorite place to search for the chest. I wanted to be there before the snow.

The Firehole River under a darkening sky

The Firehole River under a darkening sky

I think most folks on the blog are familiar with my “best” starting spot. The place I believe Forrest meant when he wrote “Begin it where warm waters halt”. This place is inside Yellowstone National Park at Madison Junction. Many searchers disagree. So be it. They haven’t found the chest either.

For me, it does not necessarily follow that the chest is actually hidden inside the park simply because my WWWH is inside the park. That possibility depends on where, following the rest of the clues in the poem takes me. So far I’ve followed clues far and wide. I have at times, followed the clues and remained completely inside the park. At other times I have followed the clues right past the park boundary and out onto Forrest Service land, and even out to private ranch land.

Looking for hiding places beneath a blaze

Looking for hiding places beneath a blaze

Now I know what you’re thinking, one would believe that after 44 trips to find the chest with at least 20 trips beginning at Madison Junction, without success, I should have pretty much figured out that I might have the wrong starting place. Of course I believe no such thing. Why?, you ask. Because in a mere 22 trips starting at that spot I have not even begun to explore all the choices offered to me from that spot as I follow the other clues in the poem. And besides, I’m having a big bag full of fun.

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Crossing the Madison

Most of us know that Forrest has indicated that some people have gotten the first two clues correct…but then missed the other 7. This is how that can happen so easily. It’s like a maze. Assuming for a minute that I begin at the correct WWWH location, there at Madison Junction. I would have the “Begin it” correct. Next I have to “take it in the canyon down”. From Madison Junction I believe there are three possible choices to follow it in the canyon down. If I choose the right one I would have gotten two clues correct. The first two directions correct. However. It is only a 33% chance that I would have gotten the second clue correct because there are (by my accounting) three choices.

Everyone who has searched Yellowstone is probably familiar with this cave

Everyone who has searched Yellowstone is probably familiar with this cave

Now things begin to get more complicated because depending on which “canyon down” I take there are a multiplicity of choices for the home of Brown. In one direction I have one choice. In the second direction I have three choices and if I follow the third canyon I have at least five more choices for the home of Brown.

The bummer is that it keeps getting more and more convoluted with each direction. By the time I get to the creek I cannot paddle up I have about thirteen more choices to make depending on the route taken. Then from each of those thirteen choices there is another large selection to explore before I get to the next direction.

So, to solve this maze of directions (assuming I started at the correct WWWH, will take many more days of trying, and failing as I go about searching for the treasure.

A hiding place? Looks like a wood rat already moved in. A hiding place? Looks like a wood rat already moved in.

A hiding place? Looks like a wood rat already moved in.

Finally, I have to be able to recognize the actual hiding spot when I trip over it. There is always the possibility that I will miss it (or already have) just like the others who have walked past it within a breath…but missed it.

So, by my calculations, I have another 28 trips and about 168 possible choices to make before I can say I have thoroughly explored all the possibilities, before I need a new WWWH. But the thing is, I don’t get tired of looking. I get exhausted from walking up and down and up again all day. I get tired of singing the same old song out loud all the time to let the bears and cats know I’m coming. I get thirsty and hungry and stuck in dead end gullies and annoyed by all the federal rules and trying to figure out where in the heck I am at any one moment in time but I never do get tired of looking and soaking-in the history and enjoying the scenery.

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Another guardian of the hiding places

So if you hear somebody singing Row, row, row your boat, over and over again up there in Montana and Wyoming where the country is sweet, the water runs free and the nights are bold. It’s probably just me.

 

 

256 thoughts on “Row, Row, Row Your Boat…

  1. Have you tempered your clues with Fenn’s comment, “The clues did not exist when I was a kid but most of the places the clues refer to did. ”

    When will we really know what a CLUE is? A word, a thing, a place, a monument

    • They-
      Those questions do not worry me as they do some others. I am confident that I know what he meant by that statement and I also have confidence in my selection of the clues…
      I must be kinda like Forrest Gump. I just move along confident that the world is all in order and never realizing all the turmoil many others have about the poem…the hints in the books or his scrapbooks..

    • Timm-
      Only about 22 of my last 44 searches have used that WWWH beginning. Others were in NM, CO and in different places in WY and MT. If you go to the top of this page on the right hand column and click on “Dal’s Adventures” you will find stories about searches I have done in different places…
      and if you go to the top of this page, right hand column and click on “Other’s Adventures” you can read stories about many other searchers who have looked in a variety of places in the Rocky Mountains.
      It’s all here..feel free to look around..

  2. Dal, I loved that story. I admire you and totally envy you for the freedom you have to just pack up your truck and go. Me, I have to save for a couple months because I live so far away. I have to plan the shortest trip possible because my mom can’t live without me for more than four days. That means airfare, hotel, rental car and all that.
    I hope I am still healthy and fit when I don’t have to put my mom as first priority anymore. I would love to wander the Rockies as you. The mountains are beckoning almost every day since I returned from Colorado.
    It is nice to live vicariously through you. Thanks for this post, and the beautiful pictures!

    • Mindy-
      It’s still a 14 hour drive from the island to YNP..So it takes me a day and a few hours to get there..
      But I love the drive too..
      as long as the weather is decent and as long as my favorite mom n pop restaurants are open and as long as they still have home made apple pie…
      🙂

      • I also like to drive as long as I have good music, and the mom and pop shops also, and the window open with my sunglasses on and hair whipping around wildly…and it wouldn’t hurt to have a fast car, too. 🙂

    • Well..hoB is location specific. It changes depending on where the clues take me. I have not tried all the canyons down yet so all the hoBs are a long way off…

        • Ed-
          My carry-around is a Canon 7d with an 18-70 zoom. But if I am feeling like I need to shed everything unessential I’ll take my phone and sometimes a GoPro. I am rarely without some sort of camera…It’s very enjoyable for me to spend time framing shots and snapping pictures. I waste a lot of time getting my nose down in the dirt and taking pics of wildflowers, mushrooms, ants, lizards, pebbles, petroglyphs and lichens. There is no way I can explain how entirely relaxed I feel with a camera in my hands…except to say that the Marines decided it was safer for them if I carried a camera rather than a gun and so I have been taking pictures and making movies in some pretty exotic locations since 1966 and have always found it to be my internal hiding place.
          I may not be very good at it but I sure enjoy it..
          Here is a video I shot around Fountain Flats in Yellowstone a couple of years ago…
          It’s not exactly adrenaline laced…
          But it reflects how I am often mesmerized by little landscapes when I am walking around.
          Fountain Flats is a beautiful and intriguing place to spend some time…and it has the added bonus of being off the beaten path…yet easy to get to…
          https://vimeo.com/53872866

  3. Wow…magnificent pictures. Hope to retire in 2015, which will give me the time and opportunity to help you with your searches there…You will be the second person I call if I find it before someone else…LOL! Seriously, though, even if the treasure chest is not hidden in that area, to see and explore the Yellowstone National Park area would be a treasure of itself as all of you searchers have previously stated…can’t wait!

  4. Great story……….right or wrong you’ve picked a beautiful place to start. You’ve shown what many searchers find out the hard way; how vast the west is. A very small spot on a map could take months to thoroughly search.

    Just wondering; do you have all nine clues solved before you leave on the search? Or do you think some of the clues have to be solved on site?

    • Goof-
      I don’t think I have ever once had a blaze before I set out. This is perhaps my biggest conundrum…”what is the blaze?”..
      Although I have my own belief about what Forrest’s blaze really is I consider myself an omnivore when it comes to hunting for one..
      I keep my options open…
      I look broad and I look tight…I’d hate to find out later that my options were too restrictive and so I didn’t even see the obvious blaze.

      • Dal, I think I remember reading that Mr. Fenn said about the blaze, ” you will know it when you see it.” This leads me to believe that know what the blaze is, is not important.

      • Dal, I agree with you, that finding the blaze is the biggest conundrum. I also don’t think one can know the blaze until they’re physically in the vicinity of the treasure chest. LIke Goofy said, the west is vast, and a spot on a map can take many trips to fully explore. Thanks for sharing the story and beautiful photos!

      • Goof and Dal…(following on from goofys qustion to Dal).
        I always imagined you 2 worked out the same office together and chatting from desk to desk..??
        Stupid now I analyse that thought!!
        Probably subconsciously, as you both work on this site and often chime in together on the same topics and with the same opinion, I figured you as a working partnership in the same location lol.

        • Danny, we don’t have back to back desks or cubbies next to each other where we can shoot spit wads at each other.

          Actually, Dal is kept in a large cage in a room down the hall. His wife comes by with a wheel barrow of raw meet and throws a couple pieces through a slot in the door once a day……

          She dumps the rest of the meat and blood into the water surrounding the island to keep the great whites hungry for blood and close to the island……..Can’t be too careful, some of the crazies have tried to swim over to the island.

          Just kidding; if I told you the truth you most likely wouldn’t believe it.

          • Truth is, about two years ago Goofy could not stand the clutter and confusion that characterized this blog at the time. The blog had grown like a spiny cactus in the first year and finding anything on this blog was nearly impossible. Goof was a commenter on the blog at the time. The blog itself was…well…was…a big mess. I thought about writing a poem with nine clues that would take viewers directly to the home page…and I would have…if I could have figure out where the home page was at. Goof was so frustrated with my blog keeping that he threatened to call in the fire marshall and have the thing condemned. Truly, it was a mess.

            Goof took it upon himself to copy the posts and comments and place them into the organized and beautiful presentation we have today. I didn’t know he was doing that. I didn’t even know who he was. He just sent me an email with a link in it one day and said that he had some ideas and I should take a look at his link and see what I thought.

            I was stunned!! There was a complete rework of the blog. With the beautiful header images and a menu and sub-menus and a home page…I was flabbergasted and impressed that anyone could both beautify and organize my hopeless mess of a blog into something both elegant and useable. But what intrigued me even more was that I didn’t know this guy. I certainly hadn’t given him any passwords or access to the blog and yet the whole thing was magically transposed and reinvented in a new place…how could he do that without access? I’ve since learned that Goof is a genius and his photographic and technical skills are boundless and certainly border on the mysterious.

            Needless to say (but I’ll say it anyway), I loved what Goof had done. I gave him all my passwords for everything lummifilm and blog and dalneitzel.com and in a matter of moments the old blog was nothing but a memory and the new blog was in its place and everything worked and users liked the change and were relieved to discover that they could actually find stuff…

            I offered Goof some meager money for his considerable skills and time but he turned me down. He turned me down again, later when I offered to split what I get off the books with him. If he had taken me up on those two offers Goof would have nearly ten brand spankin new bucks in his pocket by now 🙂 …

            I do not know Goof’s real identity. I don’t know what he does for a living. I have no idea what Goof looks like, other than what I see on his gravatar. So I know he has a yellow coat, floppy ears and intelligent eyes. I don’t know where Goof lives. I don’t know his politics, religion, ethnicity or blood type. I trust him explicitly. There is no part of my internet life that he could not tamper with if he wanted since he has password access to everything I own. I turn to Goof constantly for help in making this blog work smoothly. He has the patience of Job. He has explained to me in detail how to create menus and sub-menus and the difference between pages and posts to no avail. I don’t even try anymore. Hey Goof…could you move this to there and rename that thing and how can we set up something to raffle off a jar full of goodies by Forrest to raise money for a cancer victim?????

            He does it all without compensation. I turn to him whenever I need a break from the blog.
            I don’t know who I am turning to..but I am lucky (and so are all the folks using this blog) that he has blessed us with his knowledge and skill. I call him my friend and I am proud to be able to work with him to make this blog tick but I have no idea who he is…except Goof!

          • Do we know that Goofy really exists? Has the internet gained intelligence and is it slowly taking over our lives by showing itself to be competent? Stay tuned, same Dal time, Same Dal channel.

          • Dal, a big thanks to you and Goofy for this great site! You for creating the web site in the first place and continuing to hilariously recount your adventures and Goofy for creating this great looking web site and presenting us with his beautiful pictures. And just think, by looking at his profile picture, all he would really want for reward is a good belly rub or a scratch behind the ears! 🙂

          • Goof, you are a super guy! And I haven’t even received a token compared to Dal.

            No wonder Dal appreciates you so much. We all are thankful for your blessing us.

            When I, or whomever finds the TC, are able, you and Dal deserve a nice consideration!

          • Well he is a guru, an honest to goodness guru. 🙂
            Thank you Guru Goofy for making everything work. You have some awesome skills.
            Goofy, does Forrest know you? 🙂

          • Thanks everyone, I’m glad you like the site. It’s really not that big of a deal. A fancy site is nothing without content. And Dal has lots and lots of great content. His writing prowess and photo/video graphic talent is obvious and that’s what makes this site what it is. Don’t let Dal fool you; he’s like my neighbors Airedale, a lot smarter that he looks.

            @Deb: No I’ve never met or talked to Fenn. We have communicated a few times by email……..He probably wishes he didn’t know what he does of me. 🙂 The only person that knows who I am is my wife……even the kids don’t know I’m goofy. Wait that didn’t come out right.

            @Mark: No I haven’t turned into HAL, not yet anyway. I’m a lot more comfortable and much happier working in the Rockies than I am at a desk. But a fellow has to make a living. You are right about computers taking over our lives……Fenn is right, folks need to get away from the machines and into the wilderness. I suppose that’s odd for me to feel that way considering what I do.

            It’s been interesting…….Sometimes the truth really is stranger than fiction. Of course there are those that don’t believe a word of it. One fellow accused me of working for the NSA gathering data on all the searchers. I told him he would know if he was right when a big black SUV with dark windows pulled up in front of his house….I told him not to worry, the island where we kept folks like him really wasn’t all that bad.

            You wouldn’t believe some of the emails I’ve got telling me who I really am.

          • “@Mark: No I haven’t turned into HAL, not yet anyway.”

            I don’t know, that sounds exactly what a computer bent on world domination would say 🙂

            But seriously, I would much rather spend more time outside than what I do. I can’t wait until my son is older and we can go camping.

        • Goofy – thanks a million!!!!

          I knew you were intelligent and humble – but had no idea you were anonymously so generous with your time and talent!

          YOU are a most excellent gift to all of us who frequent Dal’s blog.
          and you don’t even beg for treats. If I ever find that treasure you and Dal get first pick of a treat.

          • I could tell that Goofy was a wonderful and intelligent person. Dal, you’re pretty smart yourself! Thank you both for creating and maintaining the best blog I’ve ever seen!

      • I can attest to that. We are creatures of habit and tone deafness is real. I saw a key chain it was a snake. I guess that’s a joke for people who misplace their keys. “if it was snake it would have bit you.”

        Absolutely digests your guts to think that you didn’t do a thorough search.

        • Hey, Mike. This one would make a nice key chain. It has a snake on it and everything. It looks small enough, too. Unfortunately, the bell won’t ring on its own. A person will have to find the keys first…and then ring the bell.

          They’re advertising this key chain for motorcycle keys, but it work just as well for cars and trucks. A person has to keep his/her options open for driving in the winter.

          http://www.thecheapplace.com/Dont-Tread-on-Me-Guardian-Bell

        • Mike(MT)
          hey Mike, don’t beat yourself up thinking you didn’t do a thorough search. If I read ff’s statements correctly, when someone finally solves it 100% you can walk right to it w/o a thorough search.

          And then, you live in Montana right? No one who lives in Montana gets to evvver feel bad for themselves. Most of us would give our right ski boot to live in the “last best place.”

          • Hi Lia,
            Yeah, if you do a thorough search you can walk away feeling confident you did everything you could.

            I love Montana, but the climate can be brutal pretty much any day of the year. Of course we don’t get six months of 90’s, the bugs aren’t too bad, crowds are low, lines are short, traffic jams unheard of, Billings is a big health care center, home prices are low.

      • Overthinker (1 of thousands overthinking the Poem)

        Dal in a Goofy Old Guy thread: “I don’t think I have ever once had a blaze before I set out. This is perhaps my biggest conundrum…what is the blaze?”

        Hi, Dal. This is my first post – perhaps one of many, perhaps not. As also true for most others here, it is a “confessional” of a failed attempt. These usually have some value, though, as knowing another place where the treasure is not is some help. The rambling below was made before Forrest mentioned that he had carried the chest and treasure by foot to the hiding place; so it starts with some incorrect assumptions. And, it amounts to yet another example of overthinking the Poem. However, I find overthinking to be more-or-less enjoyable.
        Yes, what is that “blaze”? Any kind of marker, I presumed. And, for my first and so-far only search, I had only a few days, including travel time from the Denver area. So, I sought to go directly to an area I thought might have the hiding place. In my initial interpretation of the poem, I read the clues as leading to and down the Madison River in the valley above Innis; and lo-and-behold there is a fishing spot there named “Burnt Tree Hole” – and, a burnt tree is an excellent marker! — has been so used a great many times through the eternities. Also, Forest had been a fishing guide in his youth! — so, he likely knew that spot well. Further, while the river elevation there is just below 5000 ft, the island is just above that key level. Moreover, there is a fish hatchery on a side stream not far above Burnt Tree Hole – did it grow (Home Of) Brown Trout for stocking the Madison? Well, you all know how fanciful one’s mind can get in trying to fathom Forrest’s poem.
        A burnt tree is actually is a rather common symbol/image in literature – used in poetry, books, and plays. As with trees in general, burnt trees are imbued with mystical connections. Also, Burnt Tree is fairly often used for various place names, like: Burnt Tree Apartments, Burnt Tree Golf Course, Burnt Tree shopping area, Burnt Tree Nursery (Do they grow and burn trees for those who desire them? – or help unfortunate trees back to health?). You can even get burnt-tree props for plays (yes! I found such in a catalog!). Google-search for Burnt Tree and you will get a surprising number of “hits”. For [Burnt Tree Image in Literature], I got about 55 million hits. For [Burnt Tree Image in Art], I got about 1.4 million hits, and for [Burnt Tree Image in Poetry] I got about 70 million hits! You can see that I feed my Overthinking with much Overdata!

        Why is “Burnt Tree” such a common image? Is it, in part anyway, because of its starkness? In part because a burnt tree makes a stand-out marker for a meeting place? — or perhaps a marked-by-nature spot to bury a treasure! Whatever, it struck me (with as much trepidation as certainty) that a burnt tree on the island at Burnt Tree Hole might appeal to Forrest as a suitable “blaze” to mark his hiding spot; and I could short-cut my first search to fit my limited time. (I know – shameful!) I was also spurred by the fact that a satellite picture of the island showed what appeared to be a skeletal dead tree.

        Rather than wading out to the island, my plan was to buy some sort of “float” and put in below the stream that comes down from the hatchery not far up river from Burnt Tree Hole. I would be able to paddle across the river and into the channel separating the island from the East bank. Then I would be more-or-less hidden from the West side of the river, where the river-access road runs (I did not want to be asked why I was roaming and poking around on the island, without a fishing rod). Further, I could later use the craft to float the treasure to shore! My dubious choice for the float was a plastic “blow up” boat that was so short it was hardly more pointed than an inner tube – I was thinking I would not need directional stability; just needed the minimum as a boat. I have done some river kayaking in my earlier years, and felt I could surely paddle that silly little child’s craft well enough for my limited purposes. (However — well-laid plans, and all that).

        Sitting on a side of my boat lofted the other side into the air, and water rushed in around my butt, filling the boat. So I had to sit on the floor of the craft, with my knees protruding up, and my butt protruding down, sort of cuddled in the stretched floor. Very awkward seating, and it hampered my paddling, but I pushed off. OUCH! Promptly, my butt received a blow from a submerged boulder. The cool water had de-pressured my boat somewhat, so my butt was now hanging even lower. In its valley sections, the Madison is shallow and fairly swift. No rapids, but with a lot of swirly water — and paved with a great many hidden boulders. Thus, many such blows to my dignity were to follow. No matter how hard I tried, satisfactory control of my kiddy-craft was impossible. A hard pull on a paddle would produce little forward movement but could easily rotate the craft, say, 30 degrees to over 90 degrees; at the whim of the river and the clumsy craft. So, even if I saw a submerged rock coming up, about all I could do was choose which side of my butt would get smacked. I have a strong aversion to playing a fool, but I had no choice: there I was, swirling clumsily down the river, with little control and frequent butt-smacks. And, the Island quickly hove into view – well to the side of where the current was taking me. I redoubled my paddling efforts; mainly causing only faster swirling. I felt like I was in a Laurel and Hardy slapstick skit! However, I did just make the East Channel, where I grabbed some shoreline grass and sat for a few minutes to recover my composure.

        I walked around the island for a while, to confirm there was only one burnt tree – also for pleasure, as it was a lovely day and a lovely place. There are many hiding places, all over the island: fallen limbs and trees, big slabs of bark, shrubs. Without a recognizable “blaze”, a treasure search would be difficult, to say the least. So, I stopped my rambling around and went back to the burnt tree, which had been easily found promptly after landing on the island. A few surrounding trees also looked damaged, but only this tree stood out as badly damaged and lacing nearly all of its bark. I took it to be THE burnt tree and the others only peripherally involved with what was possibly a tree ignited by a lightning strike. First, I circled the tree several times, moving inward from about 50 feet out; while looking under many dead limbs, slabs of bark, and bushes. Found nothing; but I did not expect to, as my guess was that the chest would be hidden close to the trunk.

        The base of the trunk was roughly oval – two wide sides, two narrow. The wide sides were somewhat longer then the sides of the chest! Things were “looking up”. I cleared some loose, dried vegetation away and used one of the paddles from my “boat” as a makeshift shovel. The ground at the base was very easily dug – as if recently disturbed! And, within a minute or so, I had opened a space a bit larger than and fitting the chest dimensions; at which point the digging got much harder. It was as if a chest- sized hole had earlier been opened there – but, nothing placed! Ack! But, hold. Maybe the other side of the trunk had simply proven to be somewhat better, and the chest placed there. Again, an ample hole was easily dug, before roots and stones made the digging difficult – but, no chest, so “no cigar”. Dang! Forrest had missed a first-class hiding place.
        By then, it was late afternoon; time to leave. My original plan was to float/paddle down the short distance to the Ennis landing — then give my boat away and walk back to my truck, parked at Burnt Tree Hole. Nope. No way. I would rather abandon that miserable craft; believing it would be found and soon be playing its best role as a child’s toy. Instead, I started wading across the West channel to the parking lot. The Channel was nearly waste deep in its middle, and swift – and the boulders paving the bottom of the Madison are all extremely slick with slime. However, the likelihood of slipping and having to swim the short distance to shore was not a serious issue, as I swim reasonably well – and the water temp was comfortable — and I could use a bath, anyway. Sure enough, about half-way across, I slipped and started swimming; but I had hardly moved when a husky youth arrived, grabbed me by my shirt collar, and began dragging me to shore. He was wearing waders, which have felt soles that are simply magical in gripping slimy rocks. I asked him to just help me to my feet and steady me as we made for the bank; but he was into his rescue routine and kept dragging me so fast I could not stand up. We quickly reached the bank, where I barely had time to thank my “savior” before he disappeared. Aside from the indignity of the event, I was pleased. The dip was refreshing and I had my bath.
        As I left the BTH parking lot, I noticed a somewhat hidden road heading West from the river road. A sign said “Burnt Tree Lane”! (Perhaps it said “road”.) I thought: maybe the fishing hole and the lane are both named after a nearby burnt tree! I immediately began overthinking another trip to the area, but later changed my mind as yet another possible reading of the poem had come to mind. And, my son has a third reading. I suppose by next summer we might have a dozen.

        Happy hunting, to all.

        • Thanks for sharing your hilarious adventure Ronald! You’re certainly braver than I am, in the wood …. and in the water. 🙂 Good luck with your next search.

        • An adventure to remember,Ronald.
          Just keep in mind .
          1) TC was hidden by an 80yr old recovering from cancer and not a young man leading a fishing expedition.
          2) He said even a child can find the TC.
          And lastly he says in the poem “No paddle up your creek” and from what I’ve read, you were in the RIVER. Which in my opinion is larger and stronger than a creek.
          Be safe..Happy hunting.

          • onuat – you raise an important point that I’ve struggled to find adequatly differentiated as it applies to the poem:

            Rivers and Creeks are well defined, but what about “Forks” of rivers listed that way on maps. While still a branch and not yet the river; would Forrest or the mapper consider a fork to be a creek? Or a river? Forks in the Rockies are often creek sized. His poem says creek, not fork, but all forks flow into rivers just like creeks do at the confluence.

            Anyone have ideas or a Forrest service definition??

          • @42
            Imo a fork of a river is still considered part of the river. When the River floods so does the fork and whatever land that separates the two will be underwater.

          • To me, a fork is part of a river. Like the wood river branches into 3 forks. But, I’m thinking “creek” might not be a creek in the literal sense.

  5. Really enjoy your adventures Dal, and wish I were free to wander through Forrest’s favorite places as often as you. When alone, I sing The Ants Go Marching One By One… and can hear the bears laughing at me. The mountain lions roll their eyes and run. I can’t carry a tune – for the life of me.

      • Dal,

        I yodel in the mountains to keep the bears at bay. I got the idea from the Kilcher family, on that show, Alaska: The Last Frontier. They always yodel to find each other, and to ward off bears. The cool thing is every person’s yodel is unique, so it is easy to distinguish them apart.

        I told my husband last night that I yodel to keep the bears away, and he laughed his butt off. He begged me for a demonstration of my yodeling skills, but I told him that my yodeling was between me and the trees.

        There are some things that you should never share, even with your spouse.

      • You can also try ;
        Old Fenn Forrest had a Poem..A E I O U
        And in that poem he had some clues..A E I O U
        With a searcher here and a searcher there,here a search,there a search,everywhere a search,search.
        Old Fenn Forrest had a Poem..A E I O U.

        You would have to TARRY SCANT after that.

    • 42, I can’t carry a tune either and would have to be Brave to even sing in the woods for fear of possibly waking up an angry old Bear. I also have trouble remembering a whole song and usually just like to sing the last part that is easy to remember. (Those old Bears do they mind if you don’t sing the whole song I wonder???) I have enough trouble before a hunt just deciding if I am going in the right direction let alone singing and walking at the same time…:)

      • SPallies,
        off key and out of tune must keep Bears at bay. As for moose… last summer I could have danced with two large Bullwinkels. Early November I had to change out of rain wet clothing under tree cover and scared a young moose out of the woods. She took off running down hill and surprised me at how fast those awkward legs move.

  6. Dal, Your effort is Awesome and Amazing! I am sure if anyone can find it, it would be you! True and Honest. Thank you for sharing and for your Adventure..
    Lou Lee, chased by Brown Bears in Jellystone Park……

  7. It does not matter who likes us……we like us……L.L.
    treasure hunter Lou Lee, seeking the FF treasure for hope and dreams…..

  8. Dal
    Another great search 🙂
    Nice story and photos
    One day someone will find this Chest 🙂
    Keep thinking deeper and keep searching 🙂

    Let’s keep the flame burning with this chase 🙂

  9. Well now we know what to feed Dal if we ever get the chance. LOL
    Made my feet hurt just reading it. 🙂 Nice to read good thoughts even after all those trips. Good luck Dal!

  10. Thanks Dal For all your work on the site and inspiring me to get more involved then ever in this chase … You and f are true Grit for sure, the kind of guys my Pop and My Grand Dad’s were…
    The pictures you post get me out there with you every time. I hope me and my Son’s can make the trip this spring.. Considering we are moving out that way after I finish up my stuff here. We love to buy a home in Colorado.
    Again Thanks for all your kindness and inspiring me .
    Thanks so much for your inspiration…

    • Mike-
      You are a very complex person. I am still trying to understand why you lowered the boom on Forrest and me in your last email…
      Perhaps I’ll never know…

  11. Thanks Dal for sharing. I have Firehole as one of my solves and hope to someday try it out if my other solves don’t work out.I don’t know if I can be as brave as you are.You are very brave singing merrily down the trail.The bears and the buffalo must know you by now. The Feds are probably planning to ban you after making them singalong …it can be catchy,you know.
    Good luck on your next search.

  12. Your WWWH is just as good as anyone else’s Dal and it’s in a beautiful area. You’re right about how many ways the search can go wrong even if you do have the right WWWH. I think you could have more most of the clues correct and still go right by the TC. A 10″x10″ chest is hard to see and I think you could be almost right next to it and not see it. I think you have to know it’s in a very specific smallish area to search before you will be able to find it. Is that snow I see in your 1st picture? I really enjoy your pictures and stories about your searches as I can’t get out very often at all.

  13. OFF TOPIC:
    I am not much of a consumer of advertising. A childhood friend sent me a link to a video with a peaceful holiday wish. I went ahead and watched it and I am glad I did.

    It tells the story of an unbelievable event that took place in 1914 during the Great War. It reminds me not only that just one brilliant idea from a brave independent thinker can make a huge difference but also that enemies do not always hate and despise one another. That even in the terrible human quagmire of war there can be moments of promise.

    So this video is linked below. It is an advertisement but the ad takes second seat to the retelling of a lovely moment in what would become a gruesome episode in human history.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWF2JBb1bvM

    • Thanks Dal for posting this… I have to peace out for a while. I Have an early morning appointment with a “specialist” for my Dear Hubby,,, Thank you all for the fun it has been amazing, but I will be voyaging back into reality for the time being…

        • Now Back to the Chase!

          I don’t agree with Dal in his WWWH idea…..
          Begin it where your warm water halts. Your Heart Or Fenn’s heart… Why.. He didn’t fulfill his agreement with her… “It looked cold and foreboding as I circled, trying to decide what Olga really had wanted. She said on Top of Taos Mountain . That desire seemed unlikely under the circumstances and some what aloof from any sober voice of reason.” And “Surely her father was not way up on top.” Finally this statement “I know Olga’s spirit was pleased when he white bone fragments flittered through the small window and softly floated down to a place where the ( Chamisa – this is not even a word – and mountain laurels were blooming and chipmunks scurried around all year.”
          Then I thought was this WWWH ……..
          His heart yes but was Olga WWWH …. NO
          Was it his Dad …… Hmmmmmmmmmm …. I bet he could hear him the whole way home from dropping good old Olga off. No Forrest is the Brown Story Teller and his home is Santa Fe New Mexico … I like NM…and f is telling a big fish story … I bet , he was very sad about his pop’s …. I understand that, my Dad died of a very rare from of it Angio Sarcoma of the Spleen and liver and I was there to take care of him until he died , his Name is Sgt.John J D’Antuono and Received his Purple Heart after he died at the age of 59, I received his certificate from The President by Mail of course My Dad a adopted Indian into a Italian family . He was Military just as my Grandpa’s before him as well as one of them who helped build the gun’s on the U.S.S Missouri .
          Now what if he was thinking his pop got cancer and he got it in the same place.. bear with me he fished his whole life with him..Would that make your Warm waters halt , when you know that it could have happened … While being perplexed… Can you even see what Forrest went through when he had cancer.. What his family was going through .. He is a hero just for beating it , cause it beat me up. And I commend you Mr. Fenn it that regard…but this is why he hid the treasure isn’t it … But in the first stanza he said “I can keep my secret where” What secret , the treasure is no secret … Every body knows about it..
          Again What Secret? The Book , map , and Poem is no Secret…..???????

          NO…… I won’t tell you where I think Mr. Fenn hid it so my comments will be vague at best. But, on page 133 all of the gold on the bottom of the page , they have a meaning. Frogs 3 eye’s are three mountains that are equal distance apart ( Not one is heart mountain sorry ) pg 32 2 boys shooting marbles there are 3 marbles equal distance . On page 33 4 boys are judging the contest 2 are calling 1 one guy is say with two fists even.. And what do you think Forrest Called… Funny he told the girls back then a fish story.
          The other gold pieces I can recognize due to him placing equations is like a invisible man bread crumbs leading me to not believe him … at all , but at least follow the maverick( page 58 on his horse ) to see ,which lead to the rock that looks like a M (on pg133) TTOTC.. but if you turn the book side ways it looks like a F. which lead me to a river WWWH to a canyon down to a hob that is not a building … funny thing the word IN . In could mean up or down depending on how the word is used. PIE form -in or +in will determine the out come. Or could be the degree of angle to the grid . What grid, go to how to build a map in your google search bar. Pick one and you will find out .
          Also if you look at page 15 , he ends the story with a Convolution or op1 and op2, and is why I took logic road. op1 and op2 are Merical Year paper equations. Suggesting motion by using the term IN … This was written By Albert Einstein and was his greatest design . You can find the information online if you would like to see it. Forrest quoted on page 131 “Indecision is th key to Flexibility ” KEY hummmmm Einstein ???? I … IN … AS I …. hummmmm
          I know I sound like the rest but … WWWH is a place also……
          Only my opinion… No worries I can defend myself I studied martial art 20 years.
          I can take a ribbing…
          But how ya gonna row a boat with no paddle

          Paddle BY definition ” A Short flat balded wood oar held with bolth hands, and move toward a vertical arch towar a position or to a more elevated position”
          I’m just putting that out there.

          • “Chamisa” is a real word – and a real shrub. For you Gringos, its’ also known as rabbittbrush or rubber brush. Formal name is Ericameria nauseosa. Grows anywhere big sage does. Very pretty yellow fall blooms, but they stink….hence the “nauseosa”.

          • Mike:

            Chamisa: real Word – people in the West have known it for Decades ..

            Ericameria nauseosa (formerly Chrysothamnus nauseosus), commonly known as Chamisa, rubber rabbitbrush, and gray rabbitbrush – a North American shrub in the sunflower family that grows in the arid regions of western Canada, western United States (from the western Great Plains to the Pacific) and northern Mexico ..

            Atriplex canescens, chamiso, chamiza, four wing saltbush, four-wing saltbush, and fourwing saltbush, is a species of evergreen shrub in the Amaranthaceae family, which is native to the western and mid-western United States ..

            Brad

        • Mike/Me. D.
          I’ve also been giving serious thought to what ffs secret is, and some of my thoughts run parallel to yours. My best guess to date is that he included his secret information in his biography contained within the treasure chest that reveals a secret ff plans to he take to his grave. It may have to do with his father; a close friend like Joe R. or Eric Sloane; or even a stranger imo – but only ff and God know.

          Now, back to the known world. I’m grocery shopping for Thanksgiving.

    • As stubborn and hard-ass as I sometimes am, I couldn’t help but bring a tear to my eye when listening to those troops singing “Stille Nacht”.

      I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

    • Dal, thanks for sharing your story and pictures!

      Yes, this video is touching! It is heartbreaking that most people see each others differences and are so willing to fight over them.
      We really have the commonality of this Savior 365 days a year and that could end most fighting.

    • Wow! It warmed my heart to see the video and to read everyone’s remarks about peace. Thanks Dal, for this great reminder of how we’re all connected, and that humans basically all want the same things in life. Hopefully someday……We The People Can Live In Peace

    • Well my first tears of the holiday season. 🙂
      If only we all could see that guns and bombs are the problem, not the answer.Competition and aggression ruin so many things. Peace is the harder answer, it lies in us all.
      Thanks for sharing Dal.
      As always, just an opinion.
      Happy Holidays Everyone.
      🙂

  14. Peace what a beautiful thing it would be
    Peace and love the greatest of all things in life 🙂

    Thanks for sharing this video 🙂 !!!!!!!

  15. Now Back to the Chase!

    I don’t agree with Dal in his WWWH idea…..
    Begin it where your warm water halts. Your Heart Or Fenn’s heart… Why.. He didn’t fulfill his agreement with her… “It looked cold and foreboding as I circled, trying to decide what Olga really had wanted. She said on Top of Taos Mountain . That desire seemed unlikely under the circumstances and some what aloof from any sober voice of reason.” And “Surely her father was not way up on top.” Finally this statement “I know Olga’s spirit was pleased when he white bone fragments flittered through the small window and softly floated down to a place where the ( Chamisa – this is not even a word – and mountain laurels were blooming and chipmunks scurried around all year.”
    Then I thought was this WWWH ……..
    His heart yes but was Olga WWWH …. NO
    Was it his Dad …… Hmmmmmmmmmm …. I bet he could hear him the whole way home from dropping good old Olga off. No Forrest is the Brown Story Teller and his home is Santa Fe New Mexico … I like NM…and f is telling a big fish story … I bet , he was very sad about his pop’s …. I understand that, my Dad died of a very rare from of it Angio Sarcoma of the Spleen and liver and I was there to take care of him until he died , his Name is Sgt.John J D’Antuono and Received his Purple Heart after he died at the age of 59, I received his certificate from The President by Mail of course My Dad a adopted Indian into a Italian family . He was Military just as my Grandpa’s before him as well as one of them who helped build the gun’s on the U.S.S Missouri .
    Now what if he was thinking his pop got cancer and he got it in the same place.. bear with me he fished his whole life with him..Would that make your Warm waters halt , when you know that it could have happened … While being perplexed… Can you even see what Forrest went through when he had cancer.. What his family was going through .. He is a hero just for beating it , cause it beat me up. And I commend you Mr. Fenn it that regard…but this is why he hid the treasure isn’t it … But in the first stanza he said “I can keep my secret where” What secret , the treasure is no secret … Every body knows about it..
    Again What Secret? The Book , map , and Poem is no Secret…..???????

    NO…… I won’t tell you where I think Mr. Fenn hid it so my comments will be vague at best. But, on page 133 all of the gold on the bottom of the page , they have a meaning. Frogs 3 eye’s are three mountains that are equal distance apart ( Not one is heart mountain sorry ) pg 32 2 boys shooting marbles there are 3 marbles equal distance . On page 33 4 boys are judging the contest 2 are calling 1 one guy is say with two fists even.. And what do you think Forrest Called… Funny he told the girls back then a fish story.
    The other gold pieces I can recognize due to him placing equations is like a invisible man bread crumbs leading me to not believe him … at all , but at least follow the maverick( page 58 on his horse ) to see ,which lead to the rock that looks like a M (on pg133) TTOTC.. but if you turn the book side ways it looks like a F. which lead me to a river WWWH to a canyon down to a hob that is not a building … funny thing the word IN . In could mean up or down depending on how the word is used. PIE form -in or +in will determine the out come. Or could be the degree of angle to the grid . What grid, go to how to build a map in your google search bar. Pick one and you will find out .
    Also if you look at page 15 , he ends the story with a Convolution or op1 and op2, and is why I took logic road. op1 and op2 are Merical Year paper equations. Suggesting motion by using the term IN … This was written By Albert Einstein and was his greatest design . You can find the information online if you would like to see it. Forrest quoted on page 131 “Indecision is th key to Flexibility ” KEY hummmmm Einstein ???? I … IN … AS I …. hummmmm
    I know I sound like the rest but … WWWH is a place also……
    Only my opinion… No worries I can defend myself I studied martial art 20 years.
    I can take a ribbing…
    But how ya gonna row a boat with no paddle

    Paddle BY definition ” A Short flat balded wood oar held with bolth hands, and move toward a vertical arch towar a position or to a more elevated position”
    I’m just putting that out there.

    • Lucky-
      I have never been good at memorization. Things like mathematical formulas, song lyrics, my address or how to determine the number of angels that can sit comfortably on the head of a pin, are all lost on me. For some reason I remember the lyrics to three songs and of those, Row, Row, Row Your Boat is the only one I can stand to hear myself sing.

      • LOL Dal, you and me both.
        When my daughter was a baby, I was so sleep deprived I couldnt remember any lullabies. The only song I could remember was, The Battle Hymn of the Republic! LOL

        All these years later, come to find out her life partners mom did the same thing! LOL

      • Thanks Dal,
        When I think about it, I don’t know the words to too many songs either.
        Has Forrest ever commented on you singing Row, Row, Row Your Boat? If so, could you tell me what it was? The song actually has a place in my solve.
        Thanks!
        & Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

  16. I always liked Mary had a little Lamb 🙂

    And twinkle twinkle little star 🙂

    And don’t forget about Humty Dumpty 🙂

  17. Propel, propel, propel your craft
    Placidly up the liquid solution
    Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically
    Life is but an illusion.

  18. Dal, good read! I also would like to say that I think you demonstrate the kind of effort that ultimately will lead to finding the treasure. Some folks say you are lucky to have the freedom to search, but I think they have it wrong. From what I can tell, you travel quite far, aren’t rolling in dough to spend mindlessly in pursuit of this chase, and you expend considerable effort in your searches. In short, you MAKE and earn your opportunities to find this treasure –they aren’t handed to you. I admire your tenacity. In my opinion you are spot on in your belief that solving this challenge will be accomplished by diligent effort–and not by clever mind games.

  19. Dal, I like reading your stories. They have a nice human touch to them. So my question to you with regards to this WWWH theory. So you are saying to warm rivers meet to form one warm river thus “warm waterS halt” and form one “warm water”. Thus the only thing halting is the plural form of waters (waters go to water) but warm remains. Am I correct in this interpretation?

  20. Dal says he’s not good at lyrics or rhyming, but he sure can write.

    I am often reminded of a favorite poem because of the beautiful ways Dal and Forrest write about nature. (Wordsworth is writing of nature.)

    …and this prayer I make,
    Knowing that Nature
    never did betray
    The heart that loved her;
    ’tis her privilege,
    Through all the years
    of this our life,
    to lead from joy to joy:
    For she can so inform
    The mind that is within us,
    So impress
    With quietness and beauty,
    and so feed with lofty thoughts.
    — William Wordsworth

  21. I know this may be off subject, but when everyone “emails Forrest” do they use his email in his books? And how often do your inquiries get responded to? (minus the people who he talks to on a normal basis)

    • G-5
      Yes
      ffenn at earthlink dot net
      …responses vary based (I think) on whether you are asking for a clue (which he ignores completely) and other factors specific to his email load that day, your politeness and the kind of request you have.

  22. Dal, I’m not that Brave… I do not go alone and I carry a 357 w/ HPs. Last time we were out and got home, there was an article that they were tagging Grizzlies in the exact wilderness area we were camping. Is that lucky or unlucky?

    • James-
      Lucky I think because all the bears who read the newspaper got the heck out of there to avoid meeting up with a ranger…unlucky I suppose if those rangers mistake you for a bear and you end up with a tattoo on your tongue.

  23. Dal, that’s a nice location for the WWWH concept. What’s your favorite time of year to search there since you’ve been several times?

    My favorite was early March in my location. Early bird gets to see spring colors of green coming through for first time.

    • 23-
      The roads in that area are closed to automobiles all winter. You can take an organized snowmobile trip in the winter…but I don’t think you can “explore” from the organized snowmobile trips. When they open the roads to cars in spring it still has 4-5-6 feet of snow on the ground beyond the roads. So you’re not going to be able to see the ground very well until everything melts. Typically, that does not happen until the first part of June.

      I made a (not very smart) trip there in May a couple years ago. I thought the roads would be open and I had no idea how much snow collects in that area. As it turned out the roads were open…but only to non-motorized vehicles. So I peddled in on a rented bike and had a pretty stupid time on the snow.

      You can read about that misadventure here:
      http://dalneitzel.com/my-adventures/
      and scroll down to “Don’t Try This Without a Lifeguard”…

      So…to answer your question, I like that place anytime there isn’t snow on the ground….mid June to end of October typically…
      But it can snow anytime up there. It has even snowed on the 4th of July…of course that is not common…

      • Has forrest himself actually mentioned whether treasure could be found all year round? i.e. are areas restricted during winter months?

      • Dal, after reading that story I am thinking you may have invented a new extreme sport worth trying. Maybe call it “snow bodysurfing”…yeah I like that…misadventures remind us we are alive.

      • Dal

        Sorry u had to rent a bike lol

        Ha ha I would never:)

        When I’m in the mountains and see people riding bikes along the road or trails I say out loud their crazy lol I guess I’m not much if a peddler 🙂

  24. Dal, that’s so amazing! I deeply admire your persistence! After all, if you don’t look, you can’t find it! And, you gotta check things off your list somehow! Bravo! 🙂 Thanks for sharing and for being you.
    🙂

    • 42,
      He’s been on so many searches now, that several moose are on a first name basis with him. I’d bet it was one of his moose buddies. 🙂 🙂
      Just kidding, of course. 🙂

    • 42-
      A couple of years ago I met a family of searchers who just happened to be in West Yellowstone at the same time I was. We had dinner and a great conversation about all things Fenn. The next day they were headed to a different part of the park to search but followed me to where I parked and took that shot as I was headed to the other side. I didn’t realize they took any pics until the next day when it appeared on my computer…

          • I’m with you there Dal. I rather cross or swim it in tennis shoes every time – and know they won’t drag me under.
            Although, in rattle snake country waders can be a life saver – unless of course your name is “Dal snake-bane” too.

          • I think I seen a picture of Forrest wearing waders. Don’t worry though, I won’t tell him you called wader wearers weenies.

      • Dal, should you plan on searching your area next year when most the snow has taken the summer off, and I am there as well. I would hope to meet you and show you around my spot, even got a sleeping bag and hammock already set up to accommodate you 🙂

  25. Dal, I love your stories and never tire of reading your blog although I am rather meek when it comes to commenting. I always look down at the bottom of the page to see the latest comments and hope they never halt. Thank you so much, I’m a fierce fan of yours.

  26. haha love you guys! that’s just too funny! you should consider being a stand up–wait– sit down act! 🙂 thanks to the both of you for all that you do!

  27. I have read this blog for a while now, but never commented. I just wanted say thanks, Dal, from a fellow Washingtonian, for the great stories and insights. Let me know if you are ever in Olympia and I’ll buy you a beer or coffee or something.

  28. Anyone catch the connection of…” My favorite spices are Lemon Pepper and Siagon Cinnamon…FF” ? Lemon is yellow, pepper is black and Siagon Cin is considered red. Anyone, Ferris, Ferris, Ferris? The definition of ‘brown’ is yellow, black and red. The spirit wheel has the same colors. F is “very spiritual”. Poss connection to HOB? The alligator/lizard totem protects treasure. The porcupine used the buffalo to cross the river…cold? Certainly mentions buffalo alot, thinks they are America’s great animal. A gorge would halt slow moving water, increasing it’s speed and decreasing the temp by downward momentum…usually a waterfall at the end then calm water, and poss a meadow surrounded by trees? Trash is really a treasure, especially from an extict people 12,000 yr old, (a “brown” people). 300 may be an important number, poss directional? Is there a canyon ten miles long followed by a waterfall and a hidden pueblo with a scree pile near the river hiding the treasure? What would draw a scientific team to a location to “find” his treasure 1000 yrs from now? Certainly not in the middle of no where, got to have a reason to excavate. The treasure location is surprising and exciting place…to F. What would he consider exciting? A pueblo? If the treasure sits near the bottom of canyon, it would certainly be exposed to ” mud slides”. Ok, all this is IMO. Just can’t see the treasure just plopped down in the middle of a forrest somewhere, unless attached to something F is passionate about. Then there is the CE5/S…a camp site number or map coordinates…oh crud! Sorry, there I go again!

    • Donna, you’ve hit on a point not often addressed here. Most archaeological teams excavate beneath modern structures to find old cities and previously inhabited locations. If climate changes or landscape changes haven’t affected such places, then there remains layers of evidence right beneath modern habitations. Architects of past civilizations often deconstructed stone from existing structures reusing the same materials for new habitations, often in the exact place because it’s most suitable to life. True of Greeks, Romans, and native Americans.

      If this theory relates to finding the treasure,the trick would be locating such a place that is no longer in close proximity to a human trail.

      Time for me to excavate my turkey from the refrigerator and put it in close proximity to to the oven! Happy Tksgvg!

  29. That Drawer is told by dimension, all the spices equal a common size of a Drawer. I used to build cabinets. But, the total number of spices…Long by wide is a 3 dimensional understanding. Hummmmm

  30. Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
    I appreciate each of you and your online friendship. Hope everyone enjoys family, friends, feasting, football, and finally their closet, if the two year olds are ruling the day!

  31. When I was an intolerable child, Thanksgiving was the one holiday where our family got together. Lots of kids running around looking for things to do when it was cold or wet outside. We played board games and watched the parade on TV….and then when we got bored with each other we would tell TURKEY JOKES!
    They were terrible…but we didn’t care…just keep em coming…

    What side of a turkey has the most feathers?
    The outside.

    What did the turkey say to the turkey hunter?
    Quack, quack, quack!

    What’s blue and covered in feathers?
    A turkey holding its breath.

    Happy Thanksgiving Day everyone..

      • 42-
        I can’t believe it!!
        I had to look up turducken.
        https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=turducken
        Is that wild…or what???
        or maybe I am the last person on the planet to know what a turducken is…

        It does’t sound all that interesting to me to eat…but the fact that people actually do this interests me..

        Personally…if I could stuff anything into a turkey or duck it would be red licorice and diet pepsi…
        and then I would have the entire bird to myself because certainly no one else in my family would try it…

        • Dal, my hunch is that red licorice and Pepsi are more tasty than turducken, and I love drinking sweet tea thru red licorice straws!

          My Cowboys aren’t having a stellar game, but I WON the 1/2 time football score pool for the first time in 25 years. I can add $40 to my TOTC jar of change.

          • Mark-
            I used to live in Cincinnati..is that SW Ohio?? Lived on Mount Adams and worked at a film production company that had offices on Park Ave. We filmed the opening sequence and location elements for “WKRP in Cincinnati” but mostly worked with creative agencies to create commercials. I left to go further west…
            I checked earlier today to see if the island general store had a turducken. They had not heard of such a thing and didn’t believe it was such a good idea. I settled for a can of Nally’s chilli..original style…

          • Dal, yep, cincinnati is SW Ohio. Jungle Jim’s is in Fairfield, just north of there. I grew up near Hamilton, just a little further north. So I guess the big question is, do you prefer Skyline or Goldstar?

            WKRP was one of my favorite shows when I was little. That is pretty awesome that you did some work on it.

          • Mark
            I’m not a fan of upstart operations..traditionalist..
            4-way and a diet Pepsi at any of the older, downtown Skyline Chili Parlors…
            Loni Anderson sat in my lap…Made me grin!

          • Dal, Skyline for me also. Mt Dew, 3-way, and a couple of cheese coneys. Fortunately they opened a few in the Indianapolis area where I live now.

            Loni Anderson was one of my first crushes, you have made me a jealous man.

        • Dal, Mark – I vote for marketing a TOTC line of wild foods, the first, a signature dish in honor of Forrest’s favorites: Porculark’ntail

        • I made one two years ago. Relatives I didn’t know I had came out of the woodwork to try it.

          It was divine. I will make it again.

    • I remember we would get to play in the hay mow, the weather did not matter. Sometimes it was better when the weather was bad as our parents did not want to cross the barnyard to the barn so we would get to play longer.

    • What’s the difference between a pirate and a cranberry farmer?

      A pirate buries his treasure.

      A cranberry farmer treasures his berries.

  32. Turkey Turkey. Turkey

    Hmmmm sure was good now I’m tired, 🙂

    Just Cleaned the big Mess up now for the vacuum 🙂

    Hope everyone had a Blessed Thanksgiving . I did 🙂

    • Well, I texted a picture to my boss, and he said it needs a few stitches. Ugh. At least he can do it at his house, which is in my neighborhood. I didn’t think it did because it cut at an angle. But, since the house is now covered in blood, I guess I’ll get the stitches. :/

        • Maybe he can sew me in a brain…the funny thing is that I watched hi put stitches in some guy’s hand last week, and I said that I’ve never had stitches. One of those Seven Sisters of Fate must’ve been listening, and she’s having a good laugh now. 🙂

          • Can your doc sew me in a brain as well??? Mine seems to have malfunctioned along the way…:) Oh I am pretty sure Zeus – both of them -are laughing at this.

  33. Dal, agreed. It must be canned or freeze dried Porculark’ntail so future searchers can take it on searches.

    The tail is Scissortail, but perhaps owl would lend a more exotic flavor. And Forrest thought scissor tails were rank anyway. Maybe we call it “Fennducken.”
    Let consumers guess the surprise fowl and chase it with pineapple pie.

    • Austin…not yet..
      I know that Forrest cannot always be taken literally anymore than anyone speaking off the cuff can be. I know that he speaks romantically about the outdoors. I know he loves pinyon, juniper and sage…
      Knowing this…should I take his words as gospel or do I assume that the he was speaking figuratively about the things he loves in the outdoors..

      In that video piece today for HuffPost I said some things that were not intended to be lies…but I get carried away about treasure hunting and the romance and the joy of the chase…If someone were depending on every word I said to be a literal fact…I would definitely have misled them…
      So…I don’t know…
      I have a lot of compelling evidence for the chest to be hidden around Yellowstone..
      Do I abandon all that because of what might have been a simple misspeak?

      • Dal- Thanks for the perspective. I try not to read too much into what Forrest says in edited interviews. However, this one seemed different somehow. Would love to see the full transcript.

        By the way, top work yesterday on Huffpost Live. Webcam interviews are not easy and you made it look effortless.

      • Dal, I don’t think the comment Forrest made about pinon nuts is inconsistent with the Yellowstone area as some have suggested. The white bark pine is found throughout the Yellowstone region, west Yellowstone, and other places in Montana and Wyoming. They are the source of food (pinon nuts) for lots of animals including people who harvest them for eats. The suggestion by some that pinon nuts are not found in Wyoming and Montana just isn’t correct. The white pine has been damaged by a rust or beetles in several areas and the fed gov has undertaken a reforestation project in some areas to mitigate the damage.

  34. I had a funny moment last night as I am racking my brain trying to figure out the poem. It does not mean a thing but if you spell listen backwards….What do you get?

  35. The fact that he answered most of the questions but “there’s one thing that I wish I had not”. IMO it leaves a lot of doubt about the “clues”, was it too much info or because it was not the right info? Dal I agree that sometimes that we can’t take every thing FF says literally. I have notices that some stories change slightly for interview to interview.

  36. Entertainment aside; I think we are in the same place we were in before the latest flurry of Forrest statements, IMO… I believe Forrest chooses his words carefully and his timing is perfect! Happy hunting all…

    • Ryan-
      I will explain some of why I am interested in it.

      In TTOTC Forrest mentions several rivers. Among those mentioned are the Firehole the Gibbon and the Madison. He has spoken with affection about all three in interviews. This is understandable since he spent his summers growing up around these three rivers. He fished these rivers and he explored and played around these rivers. There is also quite a bit of park history around these three rivers.

      All three rivers meet not far from the west entrance to the park, where Forrest’s family owned land that they camped on and later built cabins on and later still Forrest, Skippy and Donny built a motel near there. The area around this part of the Madison was the playground of the young Fenns. There is probably not much territory in this area they have not explored. Granted..it’s a large area and will take a long time to thoroughly examine…

      I like this area as being the general area for the hiding place of Forrest’s chest. He is intimate with it. His fondest memories from his youth would certainly include it. There are many, many photos of young Fenns in this general area. His family is intimately tied to this area and there is some interesting history in the area that appears to connect with ideas in the poem…
      On the other hand we could probably find connections to the poem in Pittsburg and Miami if we wanted… 🙂

      The area has stunning vistas and plenty of isolated areas that would be suitable (in my mind) as a final resting place for a victim of untreatable cancer. It rests at about 7,500ft in elevation.

      Forrest’s second memoir..TFTW also has many references to this area including the story that gives the book its title. In all, there are probably more references to this general area in his two memoirs than to any other area including areas in NM and even Temple TX. I am certain someone will start counting references and perhaps find that I am delusional but in my mind it seems like this is likely true.

      And for those who like word games..see how many stanzas you can find letters for Yellowstone, Madison and some other geographical names in the area that might make you stop and consider things…at least for a moment.

      So..okay dal…you like the area…but do as you keep telling others to do…
      Show me how you get there with the clues in the poem…

      Because I am a no-good SOB I will not tell you entirely how I get to that specific area…or how the poem narrows the area down within that region for me…
      But I will tell you this…in an attempt to answer Ryan’s question-
      In my tired and otherwise useless little brain I see no secret or hidden meaning in what I consider to be the very first clue in Forrest’s poem.
      “Begin it where warm waters halt”

      There are two rivers in Yellowstone that are known to be very warm. They are warm and yet they are great trout fishing streams. Rivers that Forrest and his dad both fished extensively..and often took clients too, the Gibbon and the Firehole. There is much history around these two rivers and the area that they drain…it is fascinating reading. I must have a dozen or more books and journals written about the history and early travelers of that area. It is a very exciting place to walk around in if you are armed with some knowledge of the place.

      Okay…so we have two warm rivers with international reputations for both warmth and fish…so what??
      Interestingly both of these rivers halt at the same exact place..or at least within a few hundred feet of each other…”where warm waters halt”..
      I don’t think the plural…”waters”..is without intent…two rivers halt at this spot…
      How often does that happen??
      And if there are other places where it happens do they have a strong connection to Forrest?

      So perhaps you see my interest in this place where the Firehole and the Gibbon end as not only a unique place..but also likely to be the place Forrest intends us to “Begin it..” in his poem.

      So why doesn’t everyone think this is a good place to begin?
      Because the place has a name, Madison Junction”.. and it is not known commonly as the place where two warm rivers halt…rather it is known as the place where a very interesting river in our narrative begins…this is the place where the Madison River begins..
      “Begin it…”
      or..my interpretation of that line (don’t mess with my poem!) is:
      It begins where two warm waters halt

      Now..I am stopping here..be careful how you leap into this if you want to pursue it…
      There is some very interesting language in this poem…but I still believe it is a road map. If followed correctly it will take us to the chest…

      Many others have already pursued the road I’ve revealed here..and Forrest tells us that the chest is still where he hid it..
      So it’s not an easy trail..
      Even if I am correct…and there is better than a gazillion to one chance that I am wrong..just saying…

      I don’t know anything more than anyone else on this blog and probably much less than most of you. This is just my belief..nothing more…You can take it or leave it..
      This is not an argument against anyone else’s ideas..
      I was asked what I thought and so I am revealing what I think…

      I would prefer that rather than argue against my opinion you spent some time laying out your own opinion..
      A better solution to that line in the poem would be the best evidence that mine is not correct…

      I, like Diggin Gypsy, would be happiest if everyone else looked in New Mexico 🙂

  37. I can’t get Lander Wy and the Popo Agie river area out of my mind. It has an airport, and in one of the interviews he says that he has been there several times. He also said the he wished his granddaughter would do Dr, work in a town like Lander. It seems like a very “special” place to him. There is also a waterfalls on that river.

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