Finding Fenn – Part Three…

SUBMITTED December 2015


Continued from PART II

A cursory search didn’t reveal the treasure chest, so I went to the middle portal and pressed my nose against that window-like opening to see the workers below scurrying like ants, reminiscent of Mr. Fenn’s grandmother watching the Native Americans chasing chickens from her house.

Searching the exterior of the quarry was not why we were here, thus we planned to enter the quarry because Forrest “went alone in there.” We had a marvelous view of the entire valley, the snow-capped mountains, and the adjacent pile of huge waste blocks of marble, which were screaming “heavy loads.”

The kids camp on route up to quarry

The kids camp on route up to quarry

Alex wondered why we weren’t searching the Yule Creek waterfalls. I explained to him that we were not to go where an eighty-year-old man wouldn’t, and that terrain down there may only be five hundred feet away but it was fairly steep and rugged. I had a different concept in mind for water high and I couldn’t help but wonder if the reason some searchers had gotten within five hundred feet was because they went right by the quarry and straight to the waterfall. As we sloshed and mucked our way into the narrowly blasted quarry entrance, I marveled at Forrest’s skilful adaptation of the magician’s sleight of hand to lure the searcher to the decoy waterfall.

The tour of the mine was fascinating: the walls were made of quarry scants dug down nearly two hundred feet from the time production began over one hundred years ago.

Photos from this exact quarry were used to model, “The Pit,” in the movie Divergent. I became ever more confident when I replayed Forrest’s words, “Out of the night that covers me, dark as the pit from pole to pole …” taken from William Earnest Henley’s poem, “Invictus.”

This quarry was at precisely 9,500 feet, which coincidentally matched the exact elevation of a picture taken with his two burrows, Buttercup and Lollypop, from Dal Neitzel’s Scrapbook Six.


During the tour, we entered the important middle portal and our guide explained how the quarry was excavated with “room and pillar” construction similar to the Romanesque treasure chest and its prominent architectural pillar features. I was even more convinced tat we were in the right place when I remembered Forrest’s comment, “I felt like an architect drawing that poem.”

I explained to Alex the historical importance: “In this exact place in which we stand, and underneath all that tarry soot, is the purest white marble in the world.”

The missing, but logical, tea colour from “Tea with Olga”white—now manifested its importance. This marble was so durable that it was used to make many of the important monuments and buildings in the United States, including the famous Lincoln Memorial. The word “marvel” is often used in the context of monuments, proving the appropriateness of the poem’s words, “marvel gaze.”

The poem’s words, “treasures bold” also became apparent as those words highlighted (bold) the fact this quarry is referred to by many as a “national treasure.” Subsequently, the title Yule Marble Quarry: Our National Treasure was appropriately chosen by Ron Bailey when he produced a DVD of this quarry, which strongly supports the poem’s hint, “give you title to the gold.”

“Alex, do you know the real reason why this place is so special to Forrest?” I asked. “Buttercup and Lollypop?” Alex joked.

After chuckling to myself, I responded, “This is the exact same spot the tomb block for the Unknown Soldiers was quarried as well as most of the grave stones in Arlington Cemetery.”

Alex perked up as I noticed the neurons in his brain had linked the path of the French soldier’s grave marker in Vietnam to the French Tomb of the Unknown Soldier under the Arc de Triomphe, and now the tomb of the Unknown Soldier in the United States.

We took a few moments to reflect on all the great sacrifices that the children of this nation had made for our freedoms. Mr. Fenn commented about his Vietnam War experience:

When I came home I was tired. I was tired mentally, I was tired physically and I wrote a story that’s in my memoirs called “My War for Me.” If you don’t do anything else, read that story. I think that story has 7500 words and I am very proud of that story. 

His chapter, “My War for Me,” explained why he visited the faithful and symbolic waterfall on his last day in Vietnam to give thanks as he promised he would if he survived the war. While there, he tripped over the crude aluminum grave marker of a French soldier that had an arcing rainbow-like inscription that had a significant, life- changing meaning to Forrest. That Vietnam scene was being replayed in a metaphorical way at Yule Marble Quarry.

All of his thoughts about dying and leaving this earth without being remembered were linked to the unknown soldiers in the Arlington Cemetery. The marble tomb block contains three carved statues on its east side. They represent and are named Peace, Victory and Valour. Peace is holding a dove which represents the poem’s “go in peace.” Victory symbolizes finding the treasure. Victory is holding the hand of Peace and extending an olive branch towards Valour. Valour represents courage or bravery as in “brave and in the wood” and “treasures bold.”

This special spot made more sense than any of my words could ever describe. All the debate about the “olive jar” and his statement, “It is important that I drink a martini at least once a year so I can continue to remember why I don’t like them,” had nothing to do with physical olives but rather the metaphorical olive branch and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, because it has three wreaths of olive branches carved on it, defining the clue “take the chest and go in peace.”

I pointed up to a brown stain resembling a bathtub ring. “You see that rusty brown line on the marble wall Alex?” I asked.

Alex nodded.

I went on to explain how Forrest told a story about a thirty-six inch bathtub and hints of “ringing” bells and a brown stain left on his britches when he slid down the iron fire escape. Back in 1975, when Forrest carved his initials on the outside wall where we stood that day, the quarry was flooded with water because it lay dormant for many decades. That water left a stain resembling a bathtub ring. We imagined, as we peered up at the window-like portal, that Forrest once stood up there yearning to be down here where we were standing. I imagined being alongside Forrest as he visualized the workers carving the massive marble blocks from the cavernous walls. He could only peer down at the peninsula of marble where he wanted to hide the treasure one day. The still and limpid pools mirrored an image back into his retinas that burned into his mind forever.

Around the time that he discovered he was going to die from cancer, this dormant quarry came back to life once again as the pool of “water high” began to recede.

“This, Alex, is the perfect example of Forrest the Magician’s use of sleight of hand,” I proudly proclaimed. “Everyone has been distracted, their attention diverted to the waterfall, while he slipped the nickel into his ‘quarry’ pocket, totally unnoticed.”

Alex’s interest grew as he acknowledged that this was the real “water high” or “high water” mark and “draw” completed the circle of interwoven clue links.

“You can see how the poem leads us right to the treasure. The only path up here leads us right to the high water mark—precisely where it intersected the raised and abandoned part of the quarry to which we must go,” I confidently proclaimed with a smile.


I requested that our safety guide provide access to this abandoned part of the quarry and he said, “Absolutely not! No one is allowed up there.”

As fascinating as the quarry tour was, I quickly came to the realization that my dream of discovering the trove with my son had come to an abrupt halt as those two little words instantly pricked my balloon of confidence. Three months of planning and research went out the window, all due to new quarry ownership, changes to federal mining safety laws, and the fact that this simple twenty foot climb that any child could do was covered in snow and ice. All I was left with was a whole new appreciation for the words “worth the cold.” My heart sank to a depth never felt before as I drifted into depression.

It was an awfully solemn and quiet drive back down the mountain. We appreciated the tour and felt privileged to be a part of what only a few have ever been able to do, but that fact paled in comparison to the huge let down we had just encountered. With heads slung low and shoulders slumped forward, we slowly shuffled back to the car.

The agony of defeat was excruciating; months of research, consulting lawyers, appeasing ownership laws, and devising the ultimate plan had just been wiped out by a single trivial event. I felt my treasure-hunting career coming to a rapid halt—and we are not talking a “warm waters” type of halt either! The realization that I had, once again, disappointed another family member became too much to bear. I had just been dealt four cards and a joker and I had to play them whether I liked it or not…

Wait a minute! I hadn’t traveled all this way to fail—not on my watch! This maverick was about to make the biggest bluff this million-dollar poker game, “The Thrill of the Chase,” had ever seen. This was the biggest gamble of my life and I yelled, “This will be our finest hour!”

I stormed back to the quarry office and kicked that door open. I didn’t even knock …

The Wolf-



59 thoughts on “Finding Fenn – Part Three…

  1. My heart was beating like crazy while reading all three parts of this story. Part of me want’s you to find it but the other half that’s holding out on the .002% chance I’ll ever drive to Colorado to hunt for the treasure hopes this story isn’t true. Great narrative! I can’t wait to read part 4.

  2. Wolf, if you found it, the press and all would know by now!!! Also, Dal would not be able to contain himself!! Mr. Fenn would have said so and stopped the search and you could not contain yourself!!! Your solve sounds correct but it is in a place that is not public and I do not feel Mr. Fenn would have let you get that close without giving up the goods!! Cannot wait to hear the rest of the wonderful adventurous Tale and see if you did outwit, outlast and outplay us all!!! Our hats are off to you all of us players are waiting with baited breath….Come on give us a hint did you find it or not?????? Let us all know do not make us wait!! Lot of luck, MS GIRL

  3. Thank you Jdiggins,Kelly,Muset,Steve,Amy,Carolyn and SL for the positive feedback and to all those who have supported cancer research by donating or purchasing my book “Finding Forrest Fenn”

    It was a pleasure to write but more fun participating in this amazing adventure. It tops some of the highest adrenaline things I have done in my life, which rank up there with hovering a rescue helicopter off of a pitching boat and 30 foot waves, 45 knots of winds at 200 miles of the coast of Newfoundland during perfect storm conditions!
    The Wolf

  4. Awe come on Wolf, you cant stopped there. I still have a lump in my throat. Did you finally get into the wood? (the old mine itself). Was it there? Was it haunted? Was it everything you thought it would be? I’ve read a lot of your stuff. I think there is a writer inside of you. I hope your getting better everyday. My wife has had to deal with cancer twice so far in our 21years together and no matter what it always takes a little of your life and your spouse’s life away and then keeps trying to ruin what part of life is left. Your strong Wolf I can see it in your writings. Keep doing what ever the doctors say and kick the —– out of your cancer. My wife and I have prayed for you and will continue that until your FREE.

    • Hi Tim,
      All I can say is the story gets more exciting, this is just the beginning. I don’t think I will have time to finish the story here for it is too long and I don’t feel like shortening it.

      Just to let you know I had melanoma, very low survival rate but I caught it early many years ago, so I am clear but it is true of what you say, it does change one’s life and I have since decided to give back for I do not want any people to suffer from this disease, especially young people. I hope your wife continues to get well and I am in her court!
      The Wolf

      • A couple of more questions if you don’t mind, Have you started on another solve since this one? and if so does it have anything to do with this one?

        • Count, All my solutions are connected in one way or another. I wrote another book and another chapter to this book but I think I will lock them in the vault with JD Salinger’s works ;-). I am currently studying for a Masters in Space Science and I have since retired from searching and I have been publishing my research when I have time.

          • I have a feeling that someday you’ll come out of retirement and return to the chase. I’ll also be looking forward to the next chapter in your solve.

  5. Wolf…great adventure, endless imagination, riveting suspense and high adrenaline!
    Dang it! Now I have to buy your book!
    But, (don’t you just hate those ‘buts’?), I don’t see F taking his last breath in such a public place, easily stumbled upon. Now, up higher on the range, looking down on the quarry and Valley is believable.

    I DO feel his chase has something to do with his war experience, his new found value for the existence of man and our purpose here.
    We view ourselves with a grandiose kingly attitude, when in reality, nature is our ruler, and we play by her rules, grabbing all the bananas we can to win a place within her arms comfortably.
    The search continues…
    ¥Peace ¥

    • Ha! Donna when you buy the book you will see why those assumptions you mentioned are NOT true. This is definitely not easy to get too but with the right ground work it is easy enough for a child to get there. The spot I picked where the blaze is (oops did I say that) hasn’t been touched in 100 yeas thus no way it can be stumbled upon. Take a look at that view from up there….

      • The only assumption I made was I don’t feel it was a place of public! You stated that it wasn’t tru. No treasure yet, so MAY be true!
        And the “grandiose kingly” attitude is man in general, who sees them as the human race, superior than anything on earth, when NATURE is far more superior!
        I was in no way saying it to you!

    • Donna M…..I also feel that this Chase has something to do with Forrest’s extraordinary experiences of the war. Actually, and IMO; it may well include ‘other’ military service members as well. Many.

      No Soldier should be forgotten: ” Who says God doesn’t have eyes?”

      I take backward steps.

  6. Wolf
    Regardless of the treasure chest location, I think this is a great work of art in explaining your images. I love the fact that, no one can take away your imagination, and it will always be only yours. Its such a great piece of survival that is coded into our body. From day one people have been doing this to get where we are today. Great story.

    My take on the beautiful little spot in the jungle that forrest loved, is compared to a lively waterfall at the end of a box canyon overlooking Telluride Co. Bridal Veil Falls. Check out Smuggler-Union Hydroelectric Powerplant. It is also a residence. It is a house that sits at the top of this waterfall.

    Great story and thank you for sharing.

  7. Wolf, were you a Coast Guard Chopper Pilot? UH 60’s sounds like, my son was an Army Capt. is now retired/disabled had similar exploits, he was trained at Mother Rucker in Alabama but had a bad mishap and crashed crushing his shoulder, he did tours in Kosovo and Mid East, war takes it’s toll, it took 9 operations and almost an amputation before they got his shoulder right.

    I was Navy in Nam and lucky to be in the Mekong and not in the highlands, each night we could see lightning coming from up there and we knew some Americans were living in hell, our Marine Recon and UDT (Seals) lived on board some of the time on our APD High speed transport, a DE convert that carried 40 troops, shallow draft enough for big rivers like Kong. We like to say thank God we are not in the Highlands! You cannot explain how hard war is but when you were a survivor and very few welcomed us home that was very painful.

    Today on Vets day of each year I get free golf, a free meal at many restaurants in the mountains of New Mexico where I live, but the best part is having some say “Thanks for your service”.

    Tom T

  8. Thanks Wolf for an exciting and well thought adventure story…I thoroughly enjoyed reading Finding Fenn. I was in the Marble, Colorado area last summer searching for Fenn’s elusive treasure chest. I have a long range treasure locator that can scan up to a 10 mile radius for gold, silver or whatever frequency I set the machine for. I also took a soak in the Penny hot springs…very invigorating! I figured the Home Of Brown was the old Osgood Castle located in Redstone…see following link: The mansion is made out of locally mined brownstone. I got a signal for all the components of Forrest’s treasure chest on a stone in front of the waterfall at Haye’s creek. What I was picking up was a remnant signal of the chest. It was no longer there…excitement, then letdown…similar to your experience. I picked up as a souvenir a small piece of white marble that was in a bin in front of the general store free for the taking. For the record, I have picked up remnance signals for all the ingredients in Fenn’s treasure chest in about 25-30 different places in Montana, Wyoming, Colorado and New Mexico. Evidently Forrest Fenn took his treasure chest on a rather extensive road trip before secreting in its final resting place. Two things are wrong with your solve, Wolf. One of Forrest’s more recent clue states that the chest is not hidden in a mine because of the dangers involved…just think if that marble slab fell on you when you were digging in the ice and snow by the tire and blaze. Secondly, Forrest said the chest is bronze, not wood. I didn’t get any signal pointing towards the Yule marble mine. The Treasure mountain you alluded to where the Frenchmen hid their gold is located about 10 miles northeast of Silverton, Colorado. Of course their gold is no longer there. And the search continues! I agree with you Wolf though, that I think the treasure Forrest Fenn is alluding to the spiritual beauty of being out in Nature…I savor those moments and understand John Denver’s song Rocky Mountain High! Peace be with you and good will to all!

    • I would like to make a correction to my previous post concerning the French expedition and buried gold caches. On page 159 of the book America’s Lost Treasures by Michael Paul Henson it states that 300 Frenchmen were sent by the French government to explore the mineral content of the Louisiana Territory in 1790. The Frenchmen made their camp near what is now Wolf Creek Pass in the southeastern section of Mineral County in Colorado. They found gold in large quantities and proceeded to mine it extensively. The gold was melted into bars and buried in three separate caches near Summitville. The remains of the French mining activities can still be seen there. I scanned this area with my instrument for gold and got hits in 3 different directions, but the signal faded away after a few minutes of holding my crossed dousing rods indicating a “remnance signal” The gold was there but had been recovered sometime in the past. Summitville is quite a way from Marble so I disagree with Mr. Wolf’s assumption that the two treasures of Mr. Fenn and the Frenchmen are connected. How do I feel getting a “remnance signal” and having it disappear right before my eyes? Frustrating, but at least I have verified the location and type of treasure involved. It is kind of like seeing a ghost, getting excited, and when you try to embrace it, it disappears into emptiness. This has been my experience chasing Mr. Fenn’s “indulgence” chest to date…at least I know I am hot on the trail! But why, Mr. Fenn did you take you chest to so many different locations before finally secreting it? You must be a very mischievous coyote!

    • Sorry Eric for not commenting on this earlier. I appreciate your feedback and I am delighted you enjoyed reading my book.

      That detector you have is very impressive, that should narrow things down. You are not the first to mention the Treasure Mountain, confusion, but maybe that is why the French gold has never been located? lol

  9. Most of us have our own little solve we keep in a sacred box hoping its the final solution. I could point you to many valid rational logical solutions. There are brilliant people on this blog and all of us borrow tiny bits and pieces from others. I think your story telling is brilliant Mr. Wolf I however don’t believe the treasure is hidden in Colorado for several reasons I don’t have time to go into.

    • Thank you EEC for your kind comments. I am sure we would all like to hear your reasons why. I never thought it would be in Colorado when I started either, but when I learned to follow the clues, my mind started to remove personal bias. I have said many times that this chase was set up for everyone to fail first try because of personal bias. AS Mr. Fenn said, “Not all is what is seems” and from that, the successful one will learn to remove bias and just follow the clues. IMO
      The Wolf

      Thank you everyone who have supported cancer research,

  10. Ok, I’ve been working on this since the beginning. I’ve come up with millions of wwwh’s. I’ve found things in this poem and lost them. Here’s what I think about it.

    This is next to impossible. He said it himself. He said, follow my nine clues and they will take you strait to the chest. Not on foot but solve them first. Once you know the answers to all nine clues you will have full confidence and when you leave your house you will be going strait to the chest. There is no point in going anywhere until you know where the chest lies.

    He said, “I told you the path would not be direct for those who do not know the area beforehand but sure for the one who did.” This means you need to know this entire area which is described with each of the nine clues. There are searchers who got the first 4 clues correct. But never found the chest. Do you know why? Well, they didn’t solve all the clues first. They didn’t know the area beforehand. Do they know they were correct on those 4 clues? No they dont. They have no idea. So their answers to the first 4 clues are no different than mine or yours wit out sloving all of the none clues.

    I think the way to solve this is starting with the first clue. Then move on to the second but the whole time you do not know if your first clue was correct until you get all nine clues. So when you fail you must start all over again because one of those clues were wrong. This could be an endless process.

    There are many things he has said that lead to this solve. Hes been telling us how to solve this the entire time. No one is listening. My issue is I don’t have the patience to keep doing this process over and over because he’s right it could be 1000 years from now before you figure it out.

    There are literally tens of thousands of people trying to solve this yet no one has. He’s not a genius. He has no degree. He’s an average man. The only way and average man can make something so challenging is to make it vague and to make you solve s 9 tier puzzle. I could make the same thing and bet not one of you could find it. I could even narrow it down to one town and you still won’t find it. Maybe someday but not anytime soon. “It’s not impossible but difficult” he said that. Why even say that if it’s not next to impossible?

    Let me ask you this. How do you know your wwwh is correct? What makes yours correct but not one of the other hundreds of thousands of possibilities out in the rocky mountains? You don’t know and you won’t know until you solve them all and have that chest in hand. You may feel confident but your not until you know where that chest lies.

    How do we know what we are even trying to solve? We really don’t know what the actual clues are. We may guess and think we do but in reality we dont. We are trying to solve a ghost with no assurance of an actual begining. Yes he said start at wwwh. But then what? Do we have to figure out something before that? Do we have to move to the next line? Or is the stanza the clue in its entirety? We are running blind. And no way to even really start. Now add that to trying to solve a 9 level poem puzzle and you are balancing on the line of impossible.

      • Uken2it…Here is the quote from ff as written…

        “I warned that the path would not be direct for those who had no certainty of the location beforehand, but sure for the one who did.”…f…

        Statement by ff on the back of the map at the end of TFTW…

        IMO there is a location named in the poem using just a few words…There is only one way to find them…They are well hidden and can only be seen if you discover the method ff used to hide them…

        Also IMO, WWWH is the starting point to find this location…But WWWH is not on a map of any kind…It is cleverly embedded in the poem…You must think right and read correctly to find this also…There is something from the first stanza that will aid you in this endeavor, if you can find and recognize it…

        Regardless of what you believe ff meant when he said, “there are many places where warm waters halt in the Rockies”, IMO this is a statement of pure fact but not related to the usage of WWWH in the poem…He is allowing you to mislead yourself and grinning from ear to ear while doing it…

        Another sentence in the same paragraph as the above quote is this…

        “A dare went out to everyone who possessed a sense of wanderlust; study the clues in the book and thread a tract through the WILES OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE to the treasure.”…f…(emphasis my own)…

        IMO this refers to the language in which the poem is written and the clues therein…”WILES” means ‘sly tricks’…Little is what it seems to be if read literally…He employed various types of word play to confuse and disguise what he was saying – metaphor, word substitution, crossword clues, etc….

        IMO when you have found the location to go to you only have clue #2 completed…Thus ff’s statements about searchers solving the first 2 clues but not knowing it – they told him where they were, their location…Also reference the first quote above…

        There are 7 following clues to figure out where to look once there…

        All IMO of course, but I am certain I do know where to go…Still working on the looking part…

        Good luck and good hunting…


    • Pete, I feel compelled to comment on one aspect of this post. You stated with respect to Forrest: “He’s not a genius. He has no degree”. I have to take exception with the concept that one has to have a degree in order to be a genius or to create a precise but challenging puzzle. I know a lot of people with multiple advanced degrees who are pretty sharp folks but they do not meet the definition of “genius”. These individuals fall within the upper echelon of intellect, many possess vast quantities of knowledge and protocols for applying that knowledge, but few seem to spend much time in the creative manipulation of that knowledge. Genius is the ability to extract new ideas and new knowledge seemingly from a void. It’s a capability to perform lateral thinking across ideas and concepts that seem completely separate but actually have a common thread in theme, form, or meaning. It’s the ability to look into one’s surroundings and make sound observations that defy conventional logic. In many ways, the process of obtaining an advanced degree is actually at odds with all of those integrated left and right brain properties that underly genius. I actually believe Forrest does possess many aspects of genius and no formal education was required to cultivate this. Look at his life and spend more time with all of the information available on the chase. I think you’ll find there is more there than you might be giving Forrest and the work of art he has created credit for.

    • Whoa! Pistol Pete, bro calm down. My comment was directed at Sammy…I’ve been reading back over the various nine clue comments over the years and Sammy has been tellin everyone he’d make one trip and that he’d found a keyword but now he’s mum. What gives!

      • My Grandfather was a boxer in the 30’s. Once he had to fight his brother with, of course, the same last name. So, after they announced his brother, they didn’t want to use the same name, so they called my grandpa in as Pistol Pete, and thus was his boxing name. 🙂

  11. Three rocks, I’m just going by what he has said. He’s told us he’s an average man with no degree and not a genius. Please don’t look so hard into it. That part really has no effect on the point I’m making here

    • Pete, where did Forrest say he was not a genius because he does not have a degree??? I find it very hard to believe he thinks this way…

  12. Page 9, page 23, page 26, page 119 just for example. Theres more in the book too and he’s even talked about it during interviews. It also came across by reading his book. To me it sounds like a kid wrote it. But like I said, don’t get all butt hurt over it. Thats not the point I was making. So kindly just drop it. It really has nothing to do with what I’m saying.

    • Pete, on the contrary, it seems like the comments in question were a fairly central aspect of your original post. In fact, the most lucid portion of those somewhat rambling musings was the supposition that the only reason why the poem is difficult is because it was intentionally composed as a vague product of an average man.

      Last July CBS this morning did a segment on Fenn. Maybe you’ve seen it. As a part of that segment Valerie Plame Wilson was interviewed. She provided some interesting insight on reconciling Forrest’s outward demeanor with his inner thought processes. To quote: “He has this ‘Aw, shucks’ personality, but he’s as sharp as can be.” I would put some weight on that assessment given her prior professional employment.

      This whole enterprise has been created around layered meanings that can be viewed on multiple fundamentally unique levels. Many may walk into the national gallery of art, observe a Jackson Pollock painting and claim it looks like it was composed by a child. Our perception of the world is a direct reflection of that canvas that defines who we are on a fundamental level and the paint that reflects one’s personal associative capacity. I fear it is not the object but the lens that is at issue here.

      • Seriously, why does it bother you so much? He made himself sound that way. I do not think he’s a genius nor a super smart guy. I see him as fortunate and lucky guy in life. He seems to think the same. It doesn’t matter though. If your going to cry about it fine…I’ll retract that part of the statement I made in the original post. Happy? Regardless, whether he’s a genius or not the fact remains that the poem was written vague on purpose (he told me that in an email) and IMO I believe it’s next to impossible to solve. So I don’t really care if he’s smart or not. Anyone could write a vague bunch of words that rhyme and make it next to impossible to find what your looking for. There are tens of thousands of people trying to figure this out. People who are a lot wiser and smarter than him and they seem to can’t find it either. I get how the poem is written. I know what he did but I won’t keep wasting time trying to figure it out by going back and forth on a nine line puzzle. I don’t have that kind of time or patients. So threerocks please stop trying to argue with me about points that don’t matter. I won’t reply again. Sorry your so hurt over my own opinion.

  13. Happy New Year everyone! I would like to thank everyone for supporting cancer research and to helping me to reach my goal of selling 100 books before year end.

    Just to let everyone know that I will be taking down my direct sales for my book “Finding Forrest Fenn” on my website soon so if anyone wants an instant copy of the pdf version of the book I will keep it open for the next few days. After that you can email me directly at for a copy or purchase it through links on my website at Smashwords ( BarnesNoble, Apple,etc) or Amazon/kindle.

    Once again thank you to all for who helped reach my goal and supporting such a great cause!

    Happy New Year!
    The Wolf

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