I’ve Done it Tired…

SUBMITTED NOVEMBER 2016
by VOXPOPs

 

This brief account follows on from my previous search, as told in “The Anomaly,” which Dal kindly published on this site. That article told of the discovery of a single stone at a key set of coordinates gleaned from the poem.

I’m sure that there will be many who will be extremely sceptical about what follows, but I know what led me to the spot described, and I truly believe it explains the phrase “I’ve done it tired,” and sheds much more light on “tarry scant.”

After the discovery of the flat, marbled rock on the marsh-bound log just a few weeks ago, I couldn’t resist the temptation to throw more of our dwindling retirement pot at one more search. I had a glimmer of understanding of why the trove was not to be found in that particular fen, and I believed I now knew where it pointed. The broken corner was one clue, and a rereading of the poem provided another.

Getting statrted

Getting statrted

Early in the morning, after flying in from Britain, I was hard at it, fighting my way into more squelchy mires, and getting nowhere. As before, I wasted three-quarters of my very limited time going back repeatedly to the same spots. I really should learn that if it’s not there, it’s really NOT THERE!

Way to go!

Way to go!

A place to admire?

A place to admire?

Reflecting on the reality

Reflecting on the reality

It was only toward the end of my allotted week that I was able to see that I’d missed yet another layer in this bottomless pit of a poem. It was a real revelation for me and I was excited. I stared at the poem and marveled at the way the pieces interlocked in such ingenious ways. I am no longer at all surprised that it took 15 years to perfect. The rainbow’s end was not far away!

Pot of gold?

Pot of gold?

Armed with new information, I was able to narrow my region down to a very localized area. And yet I found nothing, despite long hours and much GPS work. I returned to the motel quite despondent. I was due to fly out in the morning. My wife who, by this time, was threatening to lock up both my shoes and credit cards, was not going to be at all pleased!

It was 2 a.m. when I awoke with a start. What had I walked right past the day before?

I am so used to urban living and seeing the flotsam and jetsam of everyday life that I’d not paid attention to something that should not have been where it was. I had had to sidestep a chunk of heavy-duty tire, which some dog-like animal had seemingly defecated on. Why was it out there? There was no other debris around, and it lay a reasonable distance from the access road, and not somewhere you could take a vehicle without considerable difficulty. There didn’t appear to be much of it visible, and it didn’t look rough on the outer edge – as you’d expect from a shredded tire – but it was quite worn.

And what about the poop? In the early hours of the morning, I allowed myself to speculate that it was some kind of humorous sculpture, deterring curious passers-by from looking underneath, and it was the only place I had seen anything like dog excrement in that place dominated by hoof. It would also decrease the likelihood that anyone would pick it up and take it away. I emailed Forrest about finding his “Damien Hirst” sculpture!

When I arrived near the location, it was just before the first glimmer of light was due to wash across the sky. I needed to get this done and drive to the airport. It was bitterly cold, too. I waited until I could just make out the trees, and then headed into the scrub. You can watch the grainy video here:

https://youtu.be/Q4BDm8HNV_g

Fortunately, due to knowing the coordinates, it was pretty easy to find, even in the semi-dark. My flashlight kept threatening to quit on me, though, and I’ll admit it felt a tad spooky! When I found the tire, I prodded with my cane, but couldn’t determine if the poop was real or not without closer examination. If it hadn’t been so cold, it would have been much easier to tell. I tried to flick the segment over with the ferrule on my cane, but it was heavy – very much so for it’s size. I couldn’t hazard a guess the type of vehicle it had originally adorned – others may be able to help. But it was weighty enough that if you dropped it somewhere it would stay put, no matter what gales and storms might howl around it.

Everything may not be as it appears

Everything may not be as it appears

On closer inspection I could see that this was certainly no road-ripped shred, but a carefully edged piece (look at the section nearest the camera), perhaps designed to look like the top of a partially buried tire, as my wife later suggested. I knelt down and raised it up. It probably weighed between five and ten pounds. There was no cavity underneath – and I checked by prodding with my cane. I was disappointed – nothing. I scanned all around in a widening circle. Still nothing.

 Look at the way the leading edge is “sculpted” and the side does not appear ragged. There’s also quite a bit of “where"

Look at the way the leading edge is “sculpted” and the side does not appear ragged. There’s also quite a bit of “where”

I carried the incongruous item out of there, not wishing to leave such a monument to everyday human activity where it didn’t seem to belong. As to its Chase credentials, I’m convinced but you must make up your own mind.

Sitting in the airport lounge, and rechecking the poem, in a fateful replay of September’s revelatory moment, I realized what spot it was marking, and where the master trickster has more than likely hidden his cache – the third “I”. In fact I’d walked within twenty feet of it, my gaze directed to a different spot! But there’s no going back for me. I have expended not only way too much money, but too much goodwill at home. Any future search will have to be done by proxy. And sadly, I will never have that joy of opening the lid for the first time.

Voxpops-

165 thoughts on “I’ve Done it Tired…

  1. Great story, Voxpops. Sorry to hear you didn’t find the treasure chest. I like your thought of “Done it tired” being a tire tread. Also, thank you for carrying out the tread. I don’t think Mr. Fenn would have placed it there, especially loving nature as he does.

    • I’ve enjoyed your video and beautiful photos. Hope you’ll find someone who is willing to go proxy for you. I truly believe you’ve made some wonderful memories.

      • Thank you, pdenver. As to whether Forrest would leave something like that, I don’t think he has a “purist” approach to environmental issues – I believe he’s said as much before, although I can’t quite remember where.

        After coming home and looking at the video, I’ve come to the conclusion there’s no way that was real excrement – unless it had been treated with something to solidify it. Firstly, look at the way that it was perfectly aligned with the groove in the tire. Put glue there, and the “poop” is much more likely to stay put. In fact, that looks like glue residue in the second pic, rather than feces.

        Secondly, when I tapped it with the cane, it was far too solid (listen to the sound in the video), and it didn’t break when I eventually dislodged it and it spun off the tire. It was cold out there, but not that cold. And in the previous days, the temperature had reached the 60s during the afternoons. I doubt that the “poop” would have had time to solidify to that degree.

        Thirdly, when an animal defecates, the feces will be warm. If it had landed on the edge of the tire, it would likely have bent slightly over the edge. That is not the case here.

        Lastly, the poop was pointing in a specific direction…!

        • I may be wrong, but the droppings appear to be waterfowl, in particular, geese. Their droppings look like turf plugs when grounds are aerated. It doesn’t appear to be fresh and will be hard. The waters in the photos may support this idea.

          • Thanks, pdenver. You could be correct, but they look different from goose droppings I’ve come across. To be honest, I think passing those would have made the goose pretty uncomfortable!

            In addition, I would have expected hard droppings of any animal to have rolled off a curved surface and/or deteriorated in the environment unless very fresh. I also don’t believe they would have stuck so rigidly to the surface, requiring quite a lot of pressure to dislodge – and then come away cleanly with no part breaking away. But who knows?

  2. I hoped you would be the one to find it. You deserve to find it, you’ve worked so hard, and even offered to go search for others who couldn’t go. The one’s like myself who are searching online and not out there, forget about the time your taking away from you and your family. All the money spent to do it. I know you’ve had a great time, and one day soon just maybe make that one more trip, and bring it home. Best wishes to you and your family. Sincerely Virginia

  3. “I have expended not only way too much money, but too much goodwill at home.”

    I am in that same boat. I am sure others must be, also.

  4. Voxpops, there is no telling where it is.
    He spent 15 years on this poem, and we are all trying to figure it out with 5 years. Lol. Good luck to all of us. I sure hope someone will find it. I’m anxious to hear what it’s all about. 🙂

  5. One thing I should point out is that both the solitary stone I found in September, and this tire, mark directional changes as indicated in my reading of the poem. They lie at very specific coordinates. Although it’s possible to deduce those directional shifts from the poem, the physical confirmation is extremely helpful. Of course, as usual, this is an opinion – but in this case supported by one heck of a clever system buried in the poem.

    • Very nice story…thanks for sharing. I often see a tire out in the wilderness where it’s least expected and I smile thinking it marks “I’ve done it tired…” But not really, although a tire would stand the test of time for awhile. I like the idea of your “tarry scant”..maybe Fenn meant tarry = black, and it was a typo and he meant scat…not scant. Or scant is Texan for scat. Hmmm…
      Anyway, I really enjoyed your story and pictures. It’s a horrible shame if you really aren’t allowed to search again next year. Now every time I see animal scat when I search I will think of you…and smile but it will be bittersweet knowing you won’t be back out there.

      • Cynthia, I hear what you’re saying. But it’s not the fact of the tire per se, but the combination of:
        1. The critical co-ordinates;
        2. The tire with “stuck-on” poop;
        3. The tie-in with the words of the poem;
        4. The directional pointing of said poop;
        5. The carefully shaped edge of the tire.

        Put together, it would be very unlikely that’s a coincidence. And one thing I didn’t mention is that black rubber products absorb heat. During warm weather, the heat from the rubber would cause feces to at the very least distort – not maintain perfect shape. Also, rain (of which there was quite a bit over the preceding days) would cause additional deterioration.

        But I’m grateful that any future sightings of poop will cause you to remember me. I’ll get my fifteen minutes yet…! 🙂

  6. What an interesting read Voxpop;

    One never “Tires” of reading of others adventures.. Good luck in your search for a proxy searcher. Make sure it is someone you can trust.

    Just a thought. JDA

  7. “I allowed myself to speculate that it was some kind of humorous sculpture, deterring curious passers-by from looking underneath, and it was the only place I had seen anything like dog excrement in that place dominated by hoof. It would also decrease the likelihood that anyone would pick it up and take it away. I emailed Forrest about finding his “Damien Hirst” sculpture!” ”
    “I carried the incongruous item out of there, not wishing to leave such a monument to everyday human activity where it didn’t seem to belong. As to its Chase credentials, I’m convinced but you must make up your own mind.”
    “One thing I should point out is that both the solitary stone I found in September, and this tire, mark directional changes as indicated in my reading of the poem.”

    Vox, If you truly believed this artwork was left by fenn in the use of the chase… didn’t you feel that you may have excluded anyone/everyone from finding the chest by way of the poem? [by removing it]
    With that said, and to be completely honest… I find it very hard to think of ~why did I think of that before comment. Not to mention, why this place/area would be held in high regards to fenn. [ although we may never know that answer]
    While I don’t know the area you searched, there are many reasons an old piece of tire would be there… I have found a single engine blocks in the middle of no-ware, a single wheel with no tire, etc. Dumb sites on public lands miles from the nearest road… that some schmuck thought it was his personal garbage pit…. This is a big stretch for me, to say the least. Just an opinion.

  8. Seeker, it’ll be a big stretch for anyone who’s not in possession of the same info to believe. I expected that (you’ll have seen my comment near the beginning of the article).

    As to your point about removal, it’s valid. I was very sure about the “artwork” during the small hours of the morning, but when I arrived on site I was much less sure, and thought it would be wrong to leave trash there. However, when I got home and studied the pics I’d taken, the situation became clear.

    Please also remember that I was in a desperate hurry (that’s why I was there before sunrise). I had three flights to catch with very short layovers. If I’d missed the first, I’d have been screwed. So I was kind of not really thinking straight – worried about both animals and timetables. However, with hindsight, an extra day would have been very useful!

    As far as the area goes, I covered a large amount of territory during my week. There was practically no garbage – a very occasional can or tissue close to the road, but practically nothing away from the highway. This is pretty much a pristine environment.

  9. Seeker, I forgot to address your comment about “high regard.” Only Forrest can answer that question, but I can well imagine the spot where I think the treasure is being dear to him. It has a certain serenity, coupled with both refuge and prospect. It is easy to get to, if you think you’re on your way out, and seems pretty much devoid of human interlopers (until treasure hunters started gatecrashing!).

    • Vox ~ “But it’s not the fact of the tire per se, but the combination of:
      1. The critical co-ordinates;
      2. The tire with “stuck-on” poop;
      3. The tie-in with the words of the poem;
      4. The directional pointing of said poop;
      5. The carefully shaped edge of the tire.

      Put together, it would be very unlikely that’s a coincidence.

      Honestly Vox. I read this a second time just to make sure I didn’t misunderstand anything. I’m not gonna pat ya on the back for a good job done, or tell you what an exciting write up this is, or tell say you deserve to find the chest because you worked so hard on the poem….
      To truly think fenn would leave a turd on a small section of tire as a directional guide for solving the poem is a bit insulting in my book. For twenty years fenn planned the whole shebang, took time to collect precious Items, create a difficult challenge, write a book, planning, big money spend on it all… just to leave a dog dropping on a tire That can ‘easily’ be moved by wind… as a major directional finder?
      I can not wrap my head around, how to take this with any serious thought. The fact that I tried to, surprised the crap out of me. I’m almost speechless… not quite, but almost.

        • Hmmm…purists perusing perplexing poop. Should this be in the poetry thread? This “Done It Tired” thread keeps all of us humble and all still considering potential interpretations until the TC is found. As I said before, the ability to suspend judgment, or our own favored solve, for a time long enough to fully consider an alternative, is a laudable virtue IMO.

      • Hey, Seeker, don’t blame the messenger – I only report what I find!

        I think some people underestimate both Forrest’s sense of humor, and also his genius for disguising his message. I really think that we need to not be to “precious” about all this. I know who’s having the last laugh…

  10. Thanks for sharing. I really feel you know where the rubber meets the road with this one. I too have often felt the blaze may be some type of “firestone”, although there has always been the possibility it is a “bridgestone”. It would all depend on where you found it.

    I know you put a lot of time and money into your search. Give it another shot in a few months, and have a Goodyear. 🙂

  11. I find it very difficult to think that F planned to spend eternity on/under/ or near a pile of poop. How are we to know from the poem which pile of poop we are to precisely go to, in the entire RM? This is an interesting solve…if you are brave and in the poop.

        • Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to search any further than a few feet from the tire. But once I went back to the poem at the airport, it was quite clear where it was pointing – and it was the sticking out portion that was the direction finder. Don’t forget that FF said, “Victory will always justify the effort.”

          • One other thing that came to mind this morning, after you guys reminded me about the tire sandals story yesterday, is that Forrest spent Scrapbook Ninety-Nine Point Five talking about his bathroom. Underneath the picture that included the toilet was the following phrase:

            “This door leads to our bedroom. When it’s locked I can exhale and loosen my belt two notches. It’s where the ever vigilant Tesuque and I can hide from the grandkids and the rest of the world.”

            Think about it.

  12. Actually, Kedar’s Mom, you ask a very good question. In my solution (which goes wide and deep), the poem provides very accurate info on exactly where to go. However, it is a nightmare extracting the right info in the right order from the poem. That’s why it’s taken me so long.

    I actually wrote to FF at one point last week and said “I know you needed to make it difficult, but come on!” This is the most frustrating (and fun) challenge I’ve ever had.

  13. After reading this, I started laughing, a guy is writing about some poop on a tire… but then your statement from the poem “I’ve done it tired” and even tho I am not a fan of the state you are in … Did you look around that area where it was located?? It could’ve been a Dunlop Tire (done it tired) which is a common brand here in the states and the tread could be pointing in a direction or kind of looks like a fire blaze… just some things I noticed a kid would of said car tire for tired …fyi … Good Luck and if you want join the team http://www.1idwillhe.wordpress.com

  14. One of the things that I’ve noticed in the responses to both the story of the stone in “The Anomaly,” and the tale of the tire, is that people are skeptical on the basis that these objects are too ordinary. But isn’t that the point? Forrest is hardly going to post a big sign saying “TREASURE THIS WAY!” The objects have to appear innocuous to the casual observer, and you just need to look closely for the aberrations.

    • Agree totally. If you are marveling at something close you shouldn’t ignore it,peel it like a banana to reveal what’s inside/under. 🙂

  15. voxpops—You are actually very correct. Forrest has mentioned people finding
    “his artwork”—it could very well be a tire with poop on it. Of Coors, it might also me a framed beer can that marks the way to the Treasure.

  16. Nice write-up, Voxpops.

    I don’t blame you for not diving in to that mucky bog there in your “place to admire” photo.

    More like…”place to quagmire”.

    Your quagmire avoidance technique is admirable.

    I’m a bit quagmire-admiration-challenged myself. I’ve been that way since my second divorce.

    Like poop on a worn-out, shredded tire…so are the days of our lives.

    Hopefully…not EVERY day, though, right? 🙂

    (Raising cup to make a toast)

    Here’s to Forrest Fenn…and better days…and more successful treasure hunts in admirable places.

  17. Why not keep this brilliant line of reasoning going?

    Home of Brown right? Poop reference.
    When I go I almost always go alone.
    If in doing the green apple two step I can’t walk too far.
    Flush it down canyon.

    Sure the whole thing is a 13 yr old boys poop reference.

    I for one will say on behalf of our Founder and our hosts that this is wrong. I will support and respect just about any theory. Not this one.

  18. Just a general comment. Although this page features a mix of scatalogical humor and real or feigned shock, I think those that are too squeamish or closed minded will hamper themselves in this search. Apart from the fact that you can hardly put a foot down in the Rockies without treading on something that’s been processed by an animal, the use of scat in tracking is a very old tradition. Beyond that, if you’re unwittingly censoring what your mind or senses are telling you, I believe you’ll have a hard time with some of the other references in the poem. Just my opinion.

    • [Duplicate post from above meant to put it here]

      One other thing that came to mind this morning, after you guys reminded me about the tire sandals story yesterday, is that Forrest spent Scrapbook Ninety-Nine Point Five talking about his bathroom. Underneath the picture that included the toilet was the following phrase:

      “This door leads to our bedroom. When it’s locked I can exhale and loosen my belt two notches. It’s where the ever vigilant Tesuque and I can hide from the grandkids and the rest of the world.”

      Think about it.

    • HA! Scatalogical humor, that’s good Vox.

      You may not want to say, but I was wondering what process you used to come up with the coordinates?

      • Goofy, you have to use a series of different procedures, depending on the stage of the journey. I’m afraid that’s all I’ll say at the moment, but it yields very precise information.

        I’ve been banging on for months and months about coordinates, but no one really wants to hear. Frankly, I cannot imagine any other method to achieve the precision that FF talks about.

        What I will say is that, IMO, this is not a journey that can be completed in ten or even fifty miles. And over that sort of distance, precision becomes vital.

        • If you have been wise and found the blaze, look quickly down…that will get you to a pretty precise location somewhere in the RM.

        • It’s super easy to come up with a different way to pass along hidden information that leads to a precise spot. The kicker being that it’s more precise than GPS.

          I did have a question which I’m not sure has been brought up or not. Did you get a chance to take a sample of the mysterious stuff for later analysis? Or take the whole thing? Seems like the smart thing to have done.

          • As I explained above, I had no time and had to get to the airport. I couldn’t take the find with me on the plane. So, no, I didn’t take a sample, and it’s actually unimportant to me. The find served its purpose merely to confirm the location was correct. Even if the tire/scat was shown to be coincidental, it wouldn’t have changed the numbers.

        • Thanks Vox…….Also I meant to say I enjoyed your story and pictures.

          Not knowing anything about your method I guess the problem I have with your solution is if you use a series of different procedures and different layers it’s starting to sound like you could make the poem fit anywhere with a little imagination.

          • Lol! Even I’m not dumb enough to spend thousands on that approach, Goofy!

            Look at it this way. You use a set of coordinates and arrive at a specific location. The poem then describes another general area as your next point of call. To find the exact location you now have to find a new set of coordinates. You’ve already used up the first set, so you need to approach the poem in a different way to tease out the next set, and so on.

      • Goofy—you’ve heard of a CATSCAN ritght? voxpops used something similar to find the coordinates—it’s called a SCATCAN. 🙂

  19. Just a side note: Kosher foods have been blessed by a Rabbi. And vulcanized rubber has been blessed by a Vulcan. Was the part you found vulcanized? Did you have time to determine that?

    • I was in a tearing hurry, sparrow, and was racing against time to pin down where the treasure was. I now wish I’d been able to examine the find more thoroughly.

      But despite that, it was the poem’s coordinates that took me to that spot. I had no preconception about what I’d find there, and in a way it doesn’t matter whether the tire was there or not. It’s just an added confirmation.

    • Vulcan’s Greek counterpart was Hephaestus, who was lame, like Concy, who was pushed on weak bike tires by a boy who then punished the the evil Gods by deflating their big black tires.

      Doncha love myths?

  20. Fundamental Design, you said,
    “It’s super easy to come up with a different way to pass along hidden information that leads to a precise spot. The kicker being that it’s more precise than GPS.”

    My question to you is, do you believe that FF used your method? Have you employed it in your search? From my research, the standard coordinate system has been used extensively in the poem – and it seems to work.

    • Vox,
      Lets skip methods for a moment. Skip, a directional finder that is not anchored is subject to being moved or removed. Or even a specimen of natural waste product will deteriorate / breakdown into nothingness over a very short period of time.
      You stated; “you have to use a series of different procedures, depending on the stage of the journey.”
      In regards to GPS coordinates. If the poem is to precisely plop you on a 10″ sq. spot… but yet, no chest was recovered… what is the point for the coordinates?

      Assuming you had a full set prior to going on a search.
      You stated; ” From my research, the standard coordinate system has been used extensively in the poem – and it seems to work.” To work doing what exactly?
      It seems if coordinates are hidden within the poem there must be a specific purpose / use of them… I ask because I have come up with a set myself… yet if it’s not where the chest lays in wait… what is it for…

      • That’s a very good question, Seeker. The drawing will help you answer it. There are a number of waypoints in this journey. My problem has been knowing how many. I believe the one where I found the tire is the penultimate in a long series that culminates not very far away.

        I freely admit underestimating the poem layers and waypoints involved. You begin to get the impression it will go on forever – and that’s been at the heart of the frustration I’ve expressed to Forrest. However, I have very good reason now to believe that the end is nigh…. We’ll see.

        • Vox,
          I know you don’t want to tell how you got the information. However, you didn’t really answer the question… what is the purpose of the coordinates?
          Are you working with a complete set of coordinates or partial coordinates [ lets say 45 degrees ~ 110 degrees]. Is there only one GPS location involved, or 6 or 9?
          I’m simply trying to understand how the coordinates work for your solve. You have to admit, if true and precise… It would seem there is no guess work on how to get to the chest and/or clue locations. [ no matter how many layers, trust me when I say, I know the layer prospect and possibilities].

          Where is the certainty “beforehand?”
          So far, if I’m correct… you have “directional markers” “coordinates” “way-marks” a solves of what clues refer to…

          You said ~ “It was only toward the end of my allotted week that I was able to see that I’d missed yet another layer in this bottomless pit of a poem. It was a real revelation for me and I was excited. I stared at the poem and marveled at the way the pieces interlocked in such ingenious ways. I am no longer at all surprised that it took 15 years to perfect.”

          So here’s what would be my next question if you care to answer… IF the above is what you really feel, what is your next step?

          I never understand how searchers, always “understand” or “now know their mistake” or “have a “revelation” that will find the chest” after they leave an area, yet never turn around for a million plus of reward. Regardless of plane flights, rental returns, have to get the baby sitter back home… It seems to happen all the time.

          • Seeker, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to go into detail about how this system works. What I’ve just told Goofy is as far as I want to take it.

            With regard to your second question – a very fair one – I have learned over many hard fought trips not to be overconfident anymore, and not to trust hasty judgments. The poem is so complex, and initial revelations so fleeting or insubstantial for me that I have to take them away and really think them through. For example, after finding the stone, I realized at the airport where I needed to go, in general terms, but it took days of working out after that before I had sufficient confidence to make another trip.

            This last trip was different in that my final understanding has not changed since finding the tire. However, I have family duties and fiscal responsibilities. I have to accept I could be wrong. It would not be fair to others to just throw away my return ticket and keep searching. What if I was wrong? That would be hundreds more of our retirement fund gone, and a sense that a treasure hunt was more important than family.

            If I only had myself to think about I’d be back there right now. But as it stands, for me, the next step is to secure a proxy hunter.

            I fully understand yours, and everyone’s skepticism. All I can say is that I am very happy with my methodology – it has led me, slowly but surely, from one “confirmed” location to another. Of course, I’ve had to adjust after making mistakes, but my start point, HOB and blaze have remained constant. For me, it’s a war of attrition.

    • Voxpops,
      I would have know way of knowing if f used the method that I alluded to but seems very plausible. It’s simple…many searchers believe the actual blaze can to be found in the poem before the word ‘blaze’ is read. Once BOTG it could be the same. The one who correctly solves the last few clues could walk a line (in this case up the correct creek) and once the blaze, that they have already figured out before, comes into view over the creek terrain they stop and quickly look down. That is precision to within a foot or so I’d say. Yes, I have used this method in my search and it worked as predicted. Anyone else walking the one body wide creek I walked would stop at the same spot depending on their height. Lol

      Very easy to hide in a poem of 24 lines. Multiple sets of GPS coordinates hidden in the same 24 lines…I’m not sure.

  21. Vox,
    I do not agree with your methodology or your area…but I DO love your tenacity and ability to tell a great story. I admire your decision to share what you worked really hard at. You are obviously a really good guy…
    Good luck with all that you do and don’t forget to be grateful that your wife let you be that little boy and have your treasure hunt.

  22. I have to agree that it is “tiresome” to run out of funds for each search. That is why I am looking for a Goodrich woman to fund me.

    OK–that concludes all the tire company puns I think of for the moment. Have a great evening.

  23. I have to agree that it is “tiresome” to run out of funds for each search. That is why I am looking for a Goodrich woman to fund me.

    OK–that concludes all the tire company puns I can think of for the moment. Have a great evening.

  24. This solve reminds me of a quote by Mr. Fenn,

    “If BS was free, the person with the biggest shovel wins.”
    —Forrest Fenn

    Hmmm….Keep looking under the Brown?

  25. LOL Vox…I laughed, I cried…it’s illogical, it’s scatological…what a great satirical story to poke fun at all the other crazy theories that have been advantaged on this site. It scares me to think that some folks probably see this as a perfectly acceptable and reasonable explanation of how the Chase could have been laid out.

    So to extend your train of thought a bit I guess we now know why F said he knows the TC is wet. Tesuque couldn’t hold it?

    • I’m glad you had a good laugh, Colokid – that’s so much healthier than what I hear is going on at some other Fenn blog sites! 😉

      What I find amazing is how some people distort a small (but IMO significant) find into “a perfectly acceptable and reasonable explanation of how the Chase could have been laid out.” This is not an explanation of how the Chase has been laid out, but how FF potentially chose to mark one particular spot (of many). As I said previously, you might want to take a look at Scrapbool 99.5. The steel belt radial was a great invention…

      • Vox,
        Your torturing my critical thinking skills. Who would believe that F trained a dog to poop in a precise spot? Who would believe that a turd could last in an outdoor environment (as a marker) for more than a couple of weeks? Who would use such an impermanent device as a marker knowing some human or other animal would come along and disturb it? Who hasn’t seen dog excrement quite naturally left in some very odd places?

        Sorry but it doesn’t pass the reality check in my book. And no, I won’t be looking for clues in a SB. If we going chasing clues in every inanimate object that F mentions in all the different SB’s the list of “clues” is never ending. That’s another wild goose chase IMO. F told us to concentrate on the poem….I don’t understand why that’s so hard for everyone to do.

        “I would like to reiterate: Please go back to the poem and look at maps for your answers. Not every noun in TTOTC is a hint. If you can’t solve the first clue you should not spend your money searching….f”

        Words to search by.

        • Sorry, Colokid, but you’re not paying attention.

          ” Who would believe that F trained a dog to poop in a precise spot?”
          I never suggested that. I believe it’s a piece of “artwork.”

          ” Who would believe that a turd could last in an outdoor environment (as a marker) for more than a couple of weeks?”
          That’s one of the reasons why I believe it was fake. I’ve said as much a few times in this thread.

          “Who would use such an impermanent device as a marker knowing some human or other animal would come along and disturb it?”
          I sidestepped it when I first saw it. I expect that any human or animal would do the same.

          “Who hasn’t seen dog excrement quite naturally left in some very odd places?”
          That’s precisely why it is such a brilliant way of hiding a message.

          As I said above, do you think he should have left a “TREASURE THIS WAY!” banner?

          Again: I know why I went there – and it was the poem that sent me. I wasn’t expecting to find what I did; I almost ignored it, but then I went back and investigated more closely. It’s unnecessary to finding the treasure, but it sure was a great piece of confirmation for me.

          Lastly, there are way too many closed minds on this Chase. I only started to make significant progress when I stopped having preconceptions. Why do so many people ascribe their own prejudices to FF?

  26. Actually, thinking about it, Colokid, you could build a great satire on the Chase, addressing every human desire and emotion. It is a wonderful reflection of us as contemporary humans – warts and all.

  27. I remember in the movie “History of the Word Part 2” it shows a caveman drawing an animal on a wall. The narrator says “The first artist”. Then another caveman walks over, looks at the drawing, and then spits on it.
    The narrator says “The first critic”.

    I just wanted to tell you voxpops that your dedication is to be admired. It’s easy to make fun of the tire fragment, etc.— but I must admit that I am an armchair searcher so far—so I do admire you for your “solve” and the dedication to pursue it. All kidding aside–thanks for “going for it”–and all the best on future searches.

    • Thanks for your kind words, and for being open to possibilities, sparrow.

      I knew I would attract a lot of ridicule with this story, but I felt it was worthwhile posting for those that might be open to new ideas.

      Good luck!

      • Ridicule is not what I think most are doing or saying Voxpop… Most are attempting to logically see how this “anomaly” that you say;
        ” it sure was a great piece of confirmation for me.”
        Confirmation?!

        Oh sure, we’re having some fun with it… I mean, you gave us the material that any comedian would love.
        However, when we’re talking about how this ‘artwork’ wouldn’t last days, nevertheless, over six years now. You suggest that this was for “open minded”… maybe I’m not brilliant enough to sheit. LOL We didn’t write the post, you did. The simple fact that anyone could remove it… and many hikers do pickup trash and take it out of the natural environment everyday… means it can not be part of the solve. Heck, you removed it!! But you still called it a “directional” pointer.

        Did you hear the solve about the outhouse? Gone alone in there, warm waters, how deep is a hole, hoB, no place for the meek, The end, Heavy loads and water high… and folks were digging in old outhouses because they were so sure. Then the comment from fenn; no need to dig up an outhouse… I wonder what fenn’s next comment might be?

        • Vox,
          As Seeker points out, you wrote the post so allow us to have some fun without taking it too personally.

          Having said that, I think you have to take some responsibility about how this is being received. You said: “I prodded with my cane, but couldn’t determine if the poop was real or not without closer examination. If it hadn’t been so cold, it would have been much easier to tell. I tried to flick the segment over with the ferrule on my cane, but it was heavy – very much so for it’s size.”

          You say you thought it was a sculpture (implying that it wasn’t real doo) yet you poked at it with a cane and, apparently didn’t pick it up. Is that the action of someone that is convinced it’s fake? Sure you were in a hurry but how long does it take to bend over and figure it out? I’m hearing a lot about how much of a hurry you were in. Do you do you’re best work when you’re in a hurry? (Sorry if that sentence sounds like a bad pun). I don’t.

          F has told us that everything we need is in the poem. Where does the poem indicate a “sculpture” marker?

          If you have precise GPS coordinates (which it appears you’re banking on) why do you need a marker on the ground?

          The visual of Forrest toiling over a dog poo and tire “sculpture” doesn’t exactly sweeten the pot vs a nature dump in situ. So yeah, maybe I’m not paying attention and maybe my mind is shut, but I think the real problem here is that you’re second guessing an unexpected development with very little supporting evidence and a GPS solve method that really isn’t bearing much fruit.

          This reminds me a lot of the woman’s search solution where she followed a string of rocks down the middle of a dirt road claiming it had to be an intentional trail to the TC since “rocks just don’t stick up out of a dirt road like that”.
          Really?

          • “I think you have to take some responsibility about how this is being received.”
            That’s a fair point, but it is what it is. I reportedly faithfully what I found and did. Hindsight is always 20-20.

            “Is that the action of someone that is convinced it’s fake?”
            Again, you didn’t pay attention to what’s in the story. I wasn’t convinced! I said that *before* I went back to the spot I was sure it was a contrivance, and I emailed Forrest as such. But then when I got to the spot I wasn’t so sure, and it was only when I got home and studied the pics that I became convinced. If you watch the video, you’ll hear me wondering whether it’s real or a setup.

            “Sure you were in a hurry but how long does it take to bend over and figure it out?”
            I’m afraid I was much more interested in trying to pin down the treasure’s hiding place than spend time on the tire. The tire was a curiosity whose significance only became apparent later.

            “F has told us that everything we need is in the poem. Where does the poem indicate a “sculpture” marker?”
            Where does it not? Did you see the title of the story?

            “If you have precise GPS coordinates (which it appears you’re banking on) why do you need a marker on the ground?”
            Again, please read the thread. I don’t need a marker. The marker just happened to be there.

            “you’re second guessing an unexpected development with very little supporting evidence and a GPS solve method that really isn’t bearing much fruit”
            From my point of view, the GPS method is bearing a great deal of fruit. I don’t intend to explain why, and there’s absolutely no need for anyone to believe me. As far as supporting evidence for the tire, I’ve explained:
            1. The sculpted edge
            2. The “glue” residue
            3. The sound of the “poop” (see video)
            4. The fact of zero “poop” deterioration ((heat, rain, time)
            5. The fact that the “poop” hasn’t rolled off the curved surface of the tire
            6. The tie-in with the line in the poem
            7. The way the poop doesn’t break when spun off the tire
            8. The fact that it’s at a significant waypoint (in my solution)
            9. The tie-in with the bathroom and tire sandal stories
            10. The direction indicated (to me)

            I’ve already stated that I wished that I’d spent more time with the tire, but I didn’t. However, providing nothing has happened to it in the interim, It will be very easy for any proxy searcher to retrieve the tire (sans poop) should they not find the chest, and I’d be as curious as anyone to know what it indicates.

          • Vox,

            In conclusion, I don’t think that dog’s gonna hunt but if you can put doo and doo together and come up with a million then more power to ya.

        • Seeker, as I’ve tried to explain, the tire was simply a discovery at a location. I paid attention, belatedly, because the location was of importance. I thought the discovery was of interest, and decided that it was most likely not a random or coincidental discovery. Whether anyone else believes that is entirely up to them. But your categorical statement that it “can not be part of the solve” is, I fear, the kind of closed-minded thinking that hinders progress on the Chase.

          It was not on a hiking trail, nor was there such a trail anywhere near, and so was not subject to general scrutiny. FF pointed out that the tires on the replacement Bullet were 45 years old (why did he say that?). Tires will survive a long time. Also, I still have only heard one person’s viewpoint on the toilet photo and description in Scrapbook 99.5. I’d be curious to know what your take on that is. Indeed I’d like to know why the heck an entire scrapbook should be devoted to a bathroom.

          • Vox ~ “I thought the discovery was of interest, and decided that it was most likely not a random or coincidental discovery. Whether anyone else believes that is entirely up to them. But your categorical statement that it “can not be part of the solve” is, I fear, the kind of closed-minded thinking that hinders progress on the Chase.”

            To believe or not to believe is not the question…
            If you can explain how waste matter, above ground, with no means of protection from natural decay, weather/elements, etc. for ‘over’ six years can remain intact… I would like very much to hear that explanation.

            And if I’m not mistaken, there is another piece of ‘art’ just to the left… Was it “stuck’ to the grass as it was to the tire? ..It would explain a lot.

            Reminds me of a joke;
            Why does horse-crap curl like a snake, rabbit’s look like raisin and a rat’s look like chocolate tic tacs…
            Don’t know? Apparently you don’t know _____.

            lol… just a joke vox, no personal attack. I would hope, like I do when I post thought and ideas on a possible solve, that you can answer the questions others inquire about. And seeing this is a strange find to use in part for a solve or use as confirmation… you had to expect these questions.

  28. Guess Forrest really didn’t think of everything and now has to go back and replace the tire piece and poop so the hunt can go on for 100+ years.

    • You’ve got me giggling, SL. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that expression and thought no one else used it. It does make sense. Or, is it scents??? I sure hope not! 🙂 I did find the link interesting.

  29. Okay, I’ve done my best to give an account of a small discovery in my chase, and I’d like to thank those open-minded enough to consider the “what-ifs.” Having exhausted the totality of explanations I can adequately offer, I’ll leave it to you to make your own minds up.

    Good luck to all of you.

  30. I want to change the title of this to “the scoop”

    (Really though-Vox- love the story and thanks for sharing…been there after a buffalo once myself. Well….not “there”, but “there” all the same 🙂 memory is still one of the best days I ever had, and always makes me smile. That’s what it’s all about right there. THANK YOU for sharing, and all BS aside great story. )

  31. voxpops—-

    I was reading on Jenny’s blog last night and saw something I feel compelled to share with you. I don’t know if it has anything to do with what you’ve shared, but I find it interesting that Forrest, when asked about an airplane Skippy once flew winds up veering off into this story instead:

    “Question posted 6/8/2014:

    Dear Forrest, In your book, The Thrill of the Chase, you mention how great your brother Skippy was. Did you ever learn what happened to the plane he flew onto Hebgen Lake? ~Don

    Thanks for asking an easy question Don.

    The family never learned what happened to that airplane or where it came from. It wasn’t a big deal because of who Skippy was and how he operated. Things like that were almost expected. I thought he was a genius. He may have invented ESP if he had lived long enough.

    During the war my dad had a barn where we kept Bessie, our cow. Skippy was about 16 when he nailed a large, flat piece of tin to the wall and smeared it with cow manure to attract flies. He had an electrical gun that he plugged into the wall socket. When a fly landed on the tin Skippy would put the barrel of the gun about 10” from the fly and pull the trigger. A spark miraculously shot at the fly and killed it. It was like a mini lightning bolt that made a loud PSSSSTT sound. Most of the time he missed the fly and had to move the lightning over a little. There were so many flies it didn’t matter.”

    The answer goes on a bit more—-but I have pasted the interesting part. Smearing the tin with manure made me think of your solve with the tire. 🙂

    –sparrow—

  32. Hi Vox. Whatever your wife thinks about your discoveries is probably correct. I think the correct solution will make perfect sense to both yourself and somebody less involved in discovering it.

    I hope you both had a great time.

    • My wife is skeptical, but open to the possibilities, Muset. Unfortunately, she couldn’t join me on the two most recent trips, and so has no firsthand knowledge of the discoveries. I am deep in negotiation to see if she’s willing to make a final search with me. 😉

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