A New Contest…

Forrest’s new book is nearly upon us…

We have a new contest to help celebrate the occasion!

STICK DRAWING Contest

If Forrest can do it so can we. Make a stick figure drawing that depicts “Forrest Hiding Indulgence”. Make it simple. Make it black ink on white paper.

Winner gets a signed, first edition copy of Forrest’s newest memoir, Once Upon A While.

RULES:
One entry per person
Must be submitted via email
Must be on the topic of “Forrest Hiding Indulgence”
Must be black figures on white background
Entries can be drawn digitally and submitted
or
Drawn manually on paper and scanned or photographed and submitted
Entries must be emailed to:
dal@lummifilm.com
With the subject line “Contest”
Include your blog name so we can credit it properly for all to see
Entries must be received by dal before the contest closes
Contest closes 11pm (Santa Fe time), Saturday, October 21st, 2017

JUDGING
Entries will be posted on a page linked at the bottom of this page.
Entries will be judged based on originality, imagination and fun factor.
Judges will be selected by the time judges are needed.
Judging will occur as soon as practical after the contest ends.

HAVE FUN!!!

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No Contest Contest About ME……

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JULY 2016

Treasure hunters are a diverse group and they come from all backgrounds and locations. Fennboree was fun because we got to meet and make new friends. I think everyone would like to know more about those with whom they compete to find the treasure. If you are inclined, please comment and tell us where you live, what you do, what you like, and one of your favorite dislikes. I asked Forrest to start it off and this is his reply:

“My name is Forrest Fire and I live in Santa Fe because it’s the best place in the world in which to do that. I like to walk up the side of a hill and look back down. My favorite dislike is a dry tamale.”

Okay, your turn. Short and sweet can’t be beat…

 

Crook County Cache….

APRIL 2015

 

I know many of you are familiar with the legendary Fenn Cache. An impeccably preserved and intact collection of 56 Clovis era points in various stages of completion and made from a wide variety of stone. The cache was first unearthed about 1902. No one knows exactly where. Forrest has written about how he obtained the cache and he published a book written by George Frison and Bruce Bradley focusing on the magnificent tools and the materials used to create them. He also wrote a scrapbook about the cache for this blog. You can read that scrapbook HERE.

But Forrest has been instrumental in preserving more than one Clovis Cache. The Crook County Clovis Cache is a collection of nine tools unearthed in 1963 in northern Wyoming. This cache was discovered by Harold Erickson during oil exploration activity.

Clovis points have a distinct flaking pattern that separates them from the flaked points of other cultures. Many are also found with a distinctive composition known as “red ochre” affixed to them. They are some of the oldest evidence we have of humans in North America. Those who try to piece together the colonization of our continent require access to these earliest human artifacts. Sophisticated techniques for dating and analyzing prehistoric artifacts are still evolving. Re-examination often turns up new evidence of the way early peoples hunted, lived, interacted, and more.

Forrest is lionized by many archaeologists, anthropologists and other students of  prehistoric North Americans for two important aspects of his cache collections.
First, for keeping the artifacts intact. Many collector/profiteers have separated out the various points from other caches  and sold them off individually. But to archaeologists, paleontologists and anthropologists it is extremely valuable to have the entire collection of points intact, to be studied as a whole as well as separately.
Second, for making the cache available for observation and study. Many collections owned by individuals and institutions have been locked away and privileges to study them are more often than not, very difficult to obtain. Forrest, on the other hand, has made his collections accessible. He has even packaged up his collections and shipped them to distant archaeologists so they can examine them in their own labs.

In the years after 1963 Forrest was able to obtain the Crook County Clovis Cache but the exact location of its unearthing faded into obscurity when Harold Erickson died. No one knew, any longer, the precise location of the spot where the nine points had been unearthed by Erickson. Knowing this place and being able to examine it could lead to more knowledge about the prehistoric Clovis peoples.

One of the folks who became interested in this lost location was the respected and renown archeologist Ken Tankersley Although the cache is staggeringly beautiful and an archaeologically important collection to view, it would be even more valuable toward understanding Clovis culture if Ken could examine the spot where it was removed from the earth. But how could that be accomplished? Tankersley had twelve clues that could lead him to the spot. Sound familiar?

He collected data on the likely location for several years. “The more data I collected the more daunting the task seemed.” he said.

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In 2002 Tankersley wrote a book about the mystery and adventure of locating the spot where the Crook County Clovis Cache was unburied.  He wanted to tell the story of prehistoric North Americans based on found artifacts and the Crook County Cache was a key element in his story. It is an engaging read of both scientific and creative thinking…both novel and thesis…a wonderful read!!

The book launches with a forward by non-other than Forrest’s good friend and prolific writer, adventurer and documentarian, Doug Preston. Doug does a fascinating job of setting out the  landscape of ruthless archaeological dictators and professional frauds that much of the available literature about Ice Age North Americans was based upon during the first half of the the 20th century. There were scams, there were mistakes, there were misinterpretations and the facts were hard to find. Where there is potentially large profit there are always unscrupulous profiteers who care little about truthful provenance and more about making a big and fast buck.

Tankersley then picks up on Preston’s theme and writes a humdinger of a detective novel about how he, Forrest and two other scientists went about finding the original location of the Crook County Cache. We meet Forrest, Tankersley, C. Vance Hayes, a geoarcheologist and member of the National Academy of Science and Jack Holland who operates the Holland Lithics Laboratory at the Buffalo Museum. We watch and listen as they assemble information and root out the cache’s home and the home of the mysterious “red ochre” affixed to the points. It is a rich book with illustrations and color photos, that give life to the fascinating story of the Crook County Cache to explain clearly how those artifacts fit into the  intimate diorama of prehistoric North Americans.

Here are a couple of comments readers made about Tankersley’s book-

“This is a very entertaining book on one of my favorite subjects, the First Americans. When it comes to books about the First Americans, there are usually two kinds of books; straight research books and archaeological site reports. This book is not like either of these. This book is filled with stories about the players involved in the search and artifacts found of the First Americans. It is easy and entertaining to read. The author holds the readers’ interest by telling the every day stories about a variety of subjects centering around the First Americans. My favorite story was about the fake Clovis Cache that some scoundrels tried to sell to Forest Fenn.”

 

 “In his book, Tankersley addresses the problem that plaques museum and private collections, i.e., fake artifacts. I found it interesting how difficult it is to detect fakes. It reminded me of a trip through the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness area. At nights around the campfire, the guides would chip rocks to make arrowheads. They would then scatter the newly made arrowheads for unsuspecting guests to find. Of course, the guides would “guide” them to their discovery and in turn would get a bigger tip at the end of the trip.”

 
If you’d like to win a free, hard cover, first edition copy of this book…
Enter the latest contest HERE. The three top winners will each receive a smear of red ochre, collected by Forrest from the place where the Crook County Cache was hidden and the first place winner will also receive a copy of Ken Tankersley’s book, In Search of Ice Age Americans. You can read more about the prizes and how to enter on the contest page.

 

Story Contest Winner Announced…

All the votes are in. Goofy and I counted them up twice each and arrived at the same conclusion. The clear winner is Laura. Her winning story is copied below.

Congratulations Laura..!!!

Laura will get Forrest’s handmade necklace and, if she can make it to SF she will get a sip  from Jackie O’s brandy bottle…

Thanks to all who submitted and voted..

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The Winning Story
by Laura

My first search was in West Yellowstone !!! We got to the spot that I had study over and over for a year!!! So you as a fellow treasure seeker knew no rock was going to be unturned !!! We searched the area looking for the blaze for some 3 hours !!! I was becoming extremely discourage, I kicked a huge boulder, to my surprise it was of heavy plastic and it was hollow it echoed when I kicked it!!!! OMG!! My heart skipped a beat , I found the treasure!!! When I pushed the dirt away here are about 8 tent steaks holding this huge boulder , my husband at this points wants nothing to do with tampering with anything on federal land. Mind you we are in the middle of a heavy bushed tree forest. No path for this girl, about a good 4 miles from the road. My husband is yelling @ me get away from that, you are going to get in serious trouble. No way was I letting this go, I had to walk back to the car , I couldn’t pull any of the steaks out of the ground , tearing up our trunk I find a tire iron, racing back to the boulder full steam, mind u I’m 50 something with an extra 50 pounds on my butt. This was no easy chore for sure, I was pink in the face, sweating and shaking , I just knew I found it, the steaks where about 24 inches, I pulled and tugged, with my husband yelling in the back round, first steak pops out , I get on the ground it won’t left far enough for me to see under, crap, I work on another, no easy task , second one pops out, I take the tire iron , forcing to see under , now I know why you need a flashlight I can’t see anything , omg! Heart racing. Hands shaking , I knew I had it, who else would put a huge plastic boulder in Yellow Stone but Mr Fenn, the third pops out, back on the ground, I see it a square box inthe middle , fourth pops out , my friends the first light hits under the boulder it is a box silver in color with iron looking snakes coming out of it, it’s an electric box running some of the cameras in the trees of Yellowstone , Yes , Uncle Sam is watching us..

I completely freak out I just tampered with federal equipment . Running back to the car, dirty, sweating, huffing and a puffing, my husband races off . We get about 20 miles down the road, and here comes sirens behind us. I am completely freaking out, crying, and , my husband is

furious with me. The trooper was very nice checked our ID’s and asked, what where you doing of course I said “LOOKING FOR FORREST FENN’S TREASURE” he just chuckled, we figured that what you where doing, we all had a good laugh watching you struggle . We just figured we keep watching and laughing, needless to say I didn’t find IT.

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The Prize…

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Rare things power necklace

I strung this necklace during a violent thunderstorm, which empowered its supernatural authority. It will be awarded to the special person who wins Dal’s searcher story contest.

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I have to do all the work and Dal gets all the fun.

Here is a description of each item on the necklace, starting on one side and going all the way around to the other. You can decide where to start. WARNING: This necklace should be worn with confidence. It contains one unidentified talisman that cannot be seen in this photo. It has singular powers untold.

  •  Tiger eye stone bead. Helps you stare down your enemies.
  •  Ancient hand-drilled agate bead from Turkey. Puts a hex on evil in-laws.
  •  An old malachite bead. Helps bring color to your smile.
  •  A jasper arrowhead from Texas, ca 1200 AD. Insinuates food on your table.
  •  Two branch coral beads. It anneals your boyfriend’s temperament without him knowing.
  •  Three ancient paternoster beads flanking a mystery bead. I don’t know what it is, but whatever it is, it sure is a good one.
  •  An old coin button. Asks for nothing – gives everything.
  •  Venetian millefiori bead, ca 1850. Promotes inner harmony.
  •  22 caliber bullet casing found in the desert.
  •  Early Mexican German silver bead. Helps one see a path to wisdom and wealth.
  •  Ancient amber bead. Promotes romance and adds strength to your argument.
  •  Six rattlesnake vertebras. Keeps your mother-in-law at least 6 feet away.
  •  Ancient, green, 12 sided Dutch bead. Keeps your friends envious.
  •  Barb from a bobwire fence. Keeps those whom you dislike from hugging you.
  •  Mexican double-fluted silver bead. Helps wish away financial problems.
  •  600 year old Afghan carnelian bead. Promotes long life.
  •  Steel watch gear, ca 1920. Helps keep you punctual and makes your enemies late.
  •  Prehistoric hand drilled stone bead, 2,000 BC. Gives you one wish when you really need one. Just ask it three times and close your eyes. (caution – don’t tarry when your chance to use it is nigh)
  •  Glass teeth beads. Helps you keep from laughing when your boyfriend says something stupid.
  •  Milagro. Has power untold. (Google it)
  •  Ancient French glass bead. Helps you read the wine list without embarrassing yourself.
  •  Venetian lasting bead. Keeps its powers secret until you need them the most.
  •  The light blue spacer beads are for all reasons. They provide knowlege about certain mysteries that lurk in the mountains and along the arroyo bottoms. It helps stop people from telling you no. But beware, this fetish treasure has no power when not worn.

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And as a really special treat to the contest winner, I’ll throw in a supplemental award. Whoever wins the contest, if they will come to SF, I’ll offer them a sip from Jackie Kennedy’s Korbel brandy bottle, the one she left in our wine cellar when she departed our guest house on June 2, 1984. I consider that to be a  special treat because there are only a few sips remaining. You can read the bottle’s bio in my book TFTW.

To go back to the contest page click HERE.

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Tell Me a Story…

 THE STORY CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED TO ENTRIES

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This is a storytelling contest.  Anyone may enter. Please only one entry per person.

 

PRELUDE:
It’s been a long summer weekend. We have met-up to share our common interest in Forrest’s treasure hunt and to meet with those whose screen names have become familiar to us.  We have all been searching hard for the past three days in our secret spots. Although no one has found the treasure yet, we have all made new friends. We have spent the last two nights talking and telling stories around a campfire until midnight.

It’s 9pm now and dinner has been put away. We are gathered around our last campfire together. The evening is cool at 6,500 feet in the mountains north of Santa Fe. Some scoot closer to the glowing coals, others have hot chocolate, sweaters and blankets while the twosomes snuggle for a gentle warmth. Ten of us. Searchers all. It is our last evening together.

Although we all have different ideas about where to look for the chest during the day, at evening we gather to share stories about blazes and meek and Brown. We pass around our souvenirs from the hunt. Someone has an elk antler. An arrowhead found by the river has sharp edges that are translucent when held up to the fire.  An envious find.

The air is still. The smoke from our fire ascends straight up into the pine scented, star filled sky, lit by the waxing gibbous moon. A young, long-eared owl somewhere in the trees across the lake vocalizes hoping to attract a consort. Crickets fill the void from every direction. A lone loon echoes off the flat, clear water. A symphony with owl, cricket and loon.

Story time begins. The fire cracks and pops. Faces are lit by warm fluttering flames. Ten people, ten stories, rich and sweet and funny.

Now it is your turn. You want to entertain us with a story about the funny thing that happened to you on your search for Forrest’s treasure.

Make us laugh…

 

TOPIC FOR YOUR STORY:
Funniest thing that happened on my search for Forrest’s treasure chest.

RULES:
Up to 500 words. Less is fine.
Words only. No pictures or sounds or links.
Contest closes on August 10th, noon, Santa Fe time.

HOW TO ENTER:
Submit your story as a comment at the bottom of this page.

JUDGING:
We will select a winner because all contests have winners. I am hoping that we can all vote for our favorite story. But I am not sure how to do that yet. I will arrange something before the contest closes and post it here.

PRIZE:
Forrest has generously offered to provide the prize. Click HERE to see it.

FINAL THOUGHT:
Other rules or ideas may occur. They will be posted as needed. Let the contest begin…

 

 THE STORY CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED TO ENTRIES

 

 

Ladies Only…

Lets have some FUN!
winner
2nd Place goes to #9 ZuniBears
3rd Place goes to #10 Noche Girl
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A new idea cast it’s comely shadow across the blog and prompted a spectacular idea. Let’s have a contest to see who has the most shapely shadow. Here’s the one sent to me and it sets the bar pretty high. Can anyone best it?
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My name is Diggin Gypsy and my excitement casts a long shadow across the exact spot where the treasure is hidden. I am sure of it. This was taken at my most recent search location. Winter set in before I had the chance to unhide the chest. Come spring, I’ll be one treasure chest richer. My camera doesn’t consider parallax so you should know that my body has been compared with that of Suzanne Somer’s. Eat your heart out Paris Hilton. Bet none of your bloggers can match my shadow for Playboy worthiness.

 

OK, Diggin has thrown the gauntlet at you so here are the contest entry rules:

 

1.     You have to be female

2.     It must be your own shadow

3.     No photo editing allowed except to crop and resize

4.     You must send it with your screen name so we can attach it to the photo.

5.     You should write a short paragraph about your pic and/or yourself.

6.     You must reveal the actual spot of one of your completed searches.

        It will be fun to see where people are looking.

 

Myself and hree other exceedingly qualified males from this blog will pore over the entries and choose a winner. The judges will be named so they can take heat from angry females who didn’t win. Entries will be judged on their originality, humor, and fascination quotient. The contest ends about 40 days and 40 nights after it starts…an exact date will soon follow.

 

You can submit as many entries, one at a time, as you would like. But remember the entry fee is that you must provide a place you have searched. A different place for each entry.

 

 

So…to be clear, here is a sample entry…
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Submitted by: 

AliceFallsDownALot

Date Submitted:

October 20, 2013

Statement: 

I like the way my forearms came out. Other than that, I think this must be someone else’s body that I live inside. My husband said he thought it looked better than I really look. I am now seeking a new husband.

Place I’ve Searched: I forgot about the “north” of Santa Fe part. The poem led me to the Collected Works Bookstore.  Seriously, right below the shelf of authors whose name is Brown. I was certain this was the place. Nothing was there except books by authors named Davenport.

Okay..you see how this is done..
The entry gate is now open..
Send your photos and requested info to me at:
dal@lummifilm.com
I will post them on the blog and start assembling the team of judges…
Good Luck!

dal…

 

ENTRIES:

1.

CindyM

Submitted by: 

CindyM

Date Submitted:

October 21, 2013

Statement: 

If it means a special, SECRET PRIZE from Forrest Fenn himself, I for one, am in. This is me on my last hunt. Although my body has been compared with Suzanne Somers at one point in my life, I was aiming for WISE in this photo rather than PLAYBOY WORTHINESS. The judges will just have to use their imaginations!

Place I’ve Searched: 

Once I searched for the treasure in a consignment shop (treasures new and old) in a small town. I spent most of a rainy day looking through an old desk and trunks (in the wood), made a new friend (hi Debbie!), and brought home a copy of Preston and Child’s “Cold Vengeance” that I found in a trunk. I forgot that the treasure was not associated with a structure. Oops!

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2.

Waterhigh

Submitted by: 

Water High

Date Submitted:

October 21, 2013

Statement: 

Me and My (Chest) Shadow

Place I’ve Searched: 

It seemed obvious to me.  Warm waters.  Yellowstone.  Geysers and hot springs.  Which one? The biggest.  Mammoth Hot Springs.  When I saw Sheepeater Cliffs on the map, I thought, aha, that’s no place for the meek.There’s a canyon there, too;  maybe a couple.  But what caught my eye was the blaze, Bunsen Peak. You can see more on my blog: The Fenn Diagrams.

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3.

scoutaround

 

Submitted by: 

Scout Around

Date Submitted:

October 21, 2013

Statement: 

The more I stare at that picture the more I think I look like an alien.

Place I’ve Searched: 

Live hard and die harder fighting a grizzly. My search was up a creek with no paddle. Every darn stream in Montana especially Duck Creek and Beaver Creek. Grizzlies everywhere!

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4.

diggin gypsy2

 

Submitted by: 

Diggin Gypsy 2

Date Submitted:

October 21, 2013

Statement: 

I know my shadow is odd but the sun ain’t shining where I live today so I had to invent one.

Place I’ve Searched: 

The Madison is a beautiful place. Lets just say Its where the water divides and the grizzlies roam at the river bends and where the eagles fly. Best of luck to all you posers out there.

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5.

Tairona

 

Submitted by: 

Tairona

Date Submitted:

October 23, 2013

Statement: 

Was trying to get a pose like the jar on p.139.  What do you think? I’m interested in the secret prize…hope it will provide some much needed insight! Merri.

Place I’ve Searched: 

The TofTC led me to a ranch in Wyoming.  The country home had a sign by the front door that said, “Home is where the heart is”.  I knocked and a bright, cheery woman answered named Starla.  I told her about the poem and book and related how a higher hand led me to her place.  She said she had been praying for something and I showed up….

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6.

keep away from my treasure

 

Submitted by:

chihuahuaroadwarrior

Date Submitted:

October 24, 2013

Statement:

First I pooh-poohed the shadow contest, but hey, a Secret Prize from Forrest…I’m in. See the lizard? That’s a winner for sure. About me. If a place says, “Keep Out”, I’m more than good with that. Our chihuahua  goes with us ’bout everywhere so I’m kinda limited to how far out into the desert or mountains I can go, as he’s pretty heavy to carry. We don’t live in a “treasure rich” area with hidey holes, so mostly my investigations have been Thrill from the Chaise.

Place I’ve Searched: 
Our first trip was a whirlwind fun adventure from Arizona where we were staying then to Parachute, Colorado. Amazing scenery getting there though and lots to see going and coming.

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7.

MaggieMay

Submitted by:

MaggieMay

Date Submitted:

October 24, 2013

Statement:

My photographer fell asleep before the yard light came on and I had to take this picture myself. It looks nothing like me. I’m actualy just a few inches short of 6′.  My Grandson helped me recreate the abandoned outhouse in the picture,by coloring the orange flames. They did not show up in this photo 🙁 , but you can see the actual picture on google earth. Forrest had just posted the recipe for the sandwich and said to put it in a bowl with color that would not clash with the red and yellow. Well red and yellow make orange and by golly those flames were defenitly orange. It’s embarassing to admit, but I had the nerve to email Forrest and ask him to please stop giving out clues because I was sure someone else was going to figure it out. Even more embarassing was that I had only read the poem on the website. I was going to stop at the bookstore on my way home and buy the book as a souvenier. I picked up my book the night before my tearful 4+ hour flight home.

Place I’ve Searched:
I searched in Cruz Canyon, New Mexico. It’s just below Taos Mountain.

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8.

shadow

Submitted by:

Rhiannon

Date Submitted:

October 25, 2013

Statement:

Don’t cross the alligator.

Place I’ve Searched:
One of our searches led us to La Madera, and we did feel the need for bravery as it seems most of the folks up there are well-armed.  Lately my husband and I have been concentrating on a different area.

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9.

zunibears

Submitted by:

ZuniBears

Date Submitted:

October 26, 2013

Statement:

I would normally not have entered this contest, but the possibility of winning a “special prize” from Forrest made me do it. (So blame this ribald photo on Forrest–not Dal). I tried a “sexy” pose but that is not the true me as my wardrobe consists of sweatshirts and hiking boots (I’m wearing hiking boots but they got cropped.) However, I do love a good margarita–so my motto: “Alcohol…Because no great story starts with a salad!”

Place I’ve Searched:
Battleship Rock, Jemez Mountains, New Mexico.

Where Warm Waters Halt: McCauley Warm Springs
Take it in the canyon down: 2 mile trail down the canyon leads to Battleship Rock
Not far but too far to walk: 2 miles is too far to carry 42 pounds but you can drive there.
Put in below the home of Brown: Capt Robert Brown was the captain on the battleship USS Missouri who was charged with running it aground in 1950. “Put in” (park) at the parking lot at the Battleship Rock Picnic area which is “below” (downstream) Battleship Rock. There is also a parking area north (above–upstream) Battleship Rock.
From there it’s no place for the meek: Trail #137 which goes around the east side of Battleship Rock and eventually on to McCauley Warm Springs is an uphill trek, plus once one leaves the trail to search for the hidden treasure chest in the slots, holes, caves, boulders, etc surrounding Battleship Rock, the footing is treacherous.
There’ll be no paddle up your creek, Just heavy loads and water high: There are 2 creeks that converge at Battleship Rock: The East Fork of Jemez Creek runs along the trail and on to McCauley Warm Springs and Jemez Falls; therefore I’d pick this trail/creek because Jemez Falls is my “water high”. Heavy loads is Battleship Rock.
If you’ve been wise and found the blaze: “wise” indicates owl (bird) so look high up on the sides of Battleship Rock to find the “blaze” (I’m looking for a spiral like the Sun Dagger in Chaco Canyon).
Look quickly down, your quest to cease: Look down from the “blaze”, not look down from your feet. I looked for a hole or slot in the rocks that could be the treasure chest hiding place. I found a blaze and a perfect slot back into the rocks that I was able to squeeze into. There was a shelf at the far end, just enough above my head that I had to shimmy up the walls to see into it. Needed a flashlight but didn’t have one so used my cell phone. Alas, no treasure chest to be found. I will continue to search this area.
Cheers!

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10.

noche

Submitted by:

Noche Girl

Date Submitted:

October 26, 2013

Statement:

Since Forrest is the master of word play, here’s a twist on the word ‘shadow’
as an entry requirement.
-A silhouette is dark shadow
-Silhouettes in the 18th century were known in England as “shadows” or ”shades”.
-silhouette [ˌsɪluːˈɛt]. n. 1. the outline of a solid figure as cast by its shadow.

Place I’ve Searched:
I’m relatively new to the hunt; this summer I spent time in Idaho (before I saw
the “not in Idaho” clue), and Montana all the way to the Canada border.
Treasure hunting equals camping, hiking, kayaking, and photographing.
Hubby does all the fly-fishing while I explore all the nooks and crannies.
My passion is geology – yep, a rock-hound.  And also meteorites, a
bit other-worldly but a good conversation starter.  Since I’m out there exploring
anyway, I’ll keep thinking on the treasure clues.  The 5000′ clue helped a lot.

So Idaho went like this (using only the poem, before I knew about Today Show clues):
Begin it WWWH: Warm Springs Creek confluence with Salmon River, Challis Idaho
…canyon down: down Salmon River main course
…too far to walk: drive and then maybe a float trip on wild and scenic section?
…home of Brown: no clue
…no place for the meek: confluence with Snake at Hell’s Canyon
…The end…: Salmon River known as “River of No Return”
…no paddle up your creek: float trip provides guides
…heavy loads and water high: heavily-loaded float raft and spring melt

Not pretty, and of course after the Idaho clue, eliminated.

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11.

MoonShadow

Submitted by:

MoonShadow

Date Submitted:

October 27, 2013

Statement:

Yes, that’s me … at the blaze (you can see the blaze’s shadow to the right of me).  Of course, it’s not THE blaze, if it were, I’d be writing a different blog to send to Dal (hee hee).  I love how the shadow is cast on the fallen leaves.

Place I’ve Searched:
I’ve searched in some of the most beautiful places on earth … the Northern New Mexico Mountains!  Most people who have never had the pleasure of visiting here have no idea that the high desert is full of majestic, vibrant terrain.  I’ve searched near hot springs, rivers, creeks, waterfalls, everywhere that the Fenn Treasure is not!  One place in particular where I searched several times was at the Manby Hotsprings in Taos.  I searched just south of them where the old bridge use to cross the river, but alas the treasure was not there either!  Instead I have found the other treasures that Mr. Fenn wanted us to discover:  The little frog that came to me while sitting on the river’s edge, the sunlight hitting the multi-hued leaves on the trees growing in the canyon, the rabbit that darted in front of me as I traveled a path along the Rio Grande that had been traveled for thousands of years by many people … yes, these are a few of the treasures I have discovered thus far.  Hmmm …. perhaps I have found the real treasure already (but, I sure wouldn’t mind a little secret prize from Mr. Fenn!).

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12.

fashionmaven

Submitted by:

Fashion Maven

Date Submitted:

October 27, 2013

Statement:

sand casting

Place I’ve Searched:
Our first search (obviously with no success) was around the San Antonio hot springs. My husband and I thought we were on to something there with a home of brown. We still enjoy the treasure of a mountain bath. I recommend going early in the morning or hiking up in winter for some private pools.

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13.

hitchervicki

Submitted by:

Hiker Vicki

Date Submitted:

November 1, 2013

Statement:

My shadow knows. With my stick and my back pack l’ve walked the Santa Fe streets and
Heard the music from the harps,guitars, and flutes to waters flowing by.  I’ve walked
The Rio Grand from where warm waters halt and took the canyon down where waters
We’re very high and where no paddle up your creek. I’ve walked the mountains to the
Rocky Mountains high to hear the moose and wolves and deers and elks sing their song.
To foot prints of lions, bears, and moose and birds and squirrels go by. A statement is how you can meet some very nice people on our searching.  My shadow is pointing to the place where the box is. The treasure is the time spent with each other and the beauty of the out doors.

Place I’ve Searched:
A place I have looked was Santa Fe  and the Rio Grand river we hiked it from New Mexico to Colorado . Yes a long way.

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Submitted by:

Noche Girl

Date Submitted:

November 1, 2013

Statement:

“Beyond a shadow of a doubt” is the title of this photo submission.  Since beginning this
treasure hunt, my husband has remained doubtful.  However, he has accompanied me on each adventure (probably because wherever my search takes me, there’s usually fly-fishing spot nearby to keep him occupied).  So as we’ve embarked upon my trove trips , only the two us – and our two shadowy companions – know whence we seek….next.

Place I’ve Searched:
Yet again, this was before the “Not in Idaho” clue – DOH!
I was studying the Ice Age Floods in Montana & Idaho.  Too much info to include here, google Ice Age Floods National Geologic Trail for background.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missoula_Floods
Begin it WWWH:  Cordilleran glacier lobe dammed Glacial Lake Missoula near Idaho/Montana border
…canyon down:  When the glacial dam broke, Glacial Lake Missoula flooded down canyon into Idaho and beyond
…too far to walk:  Lake Pend Orielle, ID
…home of Brown: delta Clark Fork River “Brown trout dominate” according to Fish & Game report
…no place for the meek: hundreds of feet of flood water carved massive scarp
…the end…no one could survive the cataclysmic floods
…no paddle up your creek: flood waters reference
…heavy loads and water high: floods carried debris (erratics), left high water marks, and carved a scarp across the southern shore of Pend Orielle.  Kayaked near the edge of the now-wooded flood scarp.
Well, that was the extent of this search, but I learned alot on the IAFNGT!!

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15.

cindym2

 

Submitted by: 

CindyM

Date Submitted:

November 1, 2013

Statement: 

That wonderful book is worth a second (possibly more) entry. If I can’t get to the judges with quality, maybe I can wear them down with quantity. Since I searched six X in as many months,
I can still enter a few more times in good conscience. Although TTOTC has brought me to my knees at times, I remain a faithful searcher.

Place I’ve Searched: 

I found a wonderful spot beneath a large tree.  The earth was very soft and covered with leaves. I was totally hidden from view and felt safe and secure like when I was playing in my fortress as a child playing cowboys and Indians

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16.

LyndellaSings

Submitted by:

Lyndella

Date Submitted:

November 2, 2013

Statement:

The following is a portion of the lyrics to an original song I wrote on day 9 of our search. It is titled…
“Secret of the Chase”
Enjoy.

****

Ol’ Forrest must be laughing now.
Proud of himself, his Chase and how,
each of us is talking ’bout
Who’ll be the one to find it ?

And if contentment is the goal.
With all our dashing to and fro.
Like we were Indiana Jones…
to “Live the Chase” reminds us…

That in the end, we know not when.
But we could still begin again.
And find the place anew and then…
the secrets there behind it.

Place I’ve Searched: 

Flashlight…Check
Sandwich…Check
Cool Indiana Jones Hat…Check
Smell the sun ?…
Check and Double Check !

We started our early searches near our home on the western shores of Alaska. We hiked the mountains and even the deserts of our huge state, looking for clues near hot springs and ancient places of wisdom. Hoping our northern starting point would be an advantage…

Of course, that was before we knew just how far “North of Santa Fe” might mean.

As for an actual search within the current parameters, the closest we have come would be…
During a two hour lay over in the Security Area of the Denver Airport 🙂
Alas, to no avail.

Although that bronze beauty may very well have been looking up at the belly of our airplane as we hung in the air above those beautiful mountains, all we saw or heard was a faint
“Come, find me, I dare you”.

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17.

image

Submitted by:

zeldasings

Date Submitted:

November 3, 2013

Statement:

Sulphuric steam belching from Dragons Mouth Spring at Yellowstone accompanied by hisses and gurgling roars is the perfect backdrop for a shadow picture.
There  is a rainbow aura around me that I did not see originally, but it showed up on the photo, which validated the increased spiritual feelings I have when in Wyoming.

This summer while on search I was standing on the boardwalk with the sun at my back and took this photo of my shadow reflected onto the steam.

I have been on three searches: New Mexico and twice to Yellowstone and Wyoming.   I feel connected to Wyoming and yearn to be back.

The Chase came to me at a time in my life when I needed it.  Once again, the Universal Powers That Be allowed me to find direction.  My husband of 37 years died of cancer  last fall and I was left with me.   I entered this endeavor with excitement and the adventures, although sometimes very strange, continue to fulfill me and add color to my life.

Place I’ve Searched:
One if the searches I completed on this trip was “LeHardy Rapids” and it was near Dragon Mouth.

LeHardy Solve
WWWH= Yellowstone
Canyon Down=Lamar River Valley
HOB= former home of Ranger Gary
Brown ( now Yellowstone
Institute)
No Place for the meek= place for the
hardy= LeHardy Rapids
End is drawing ever nigh= left at
Yellowstone River
Blaze= see rapids below
Tarry Scant, Marvel Gaze=
Pull out at LeHardy
In the wood= under the boardwalk

No, I did not find TC.   What I found was adventure, wonder and reverence   for our world and a humble awe at how small our individual time exists within it.

Oh YES….. I also found a pretty cool place to take a picture of my shadow!!!!!

Thank You for recognizing the women searchers In all of our spiritual, sexual and intellectual ways.

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18.

r06skeleton5lrou9

 

Submitted by:

Stands With Left Fist in the Air

Date Submitted:

November 3, 2013

Statement:

I took the advice of one of the posers and am trying to get my “bait in shape” but as you can see, I went a little overboard.  Wow, I would literally KILL someone for a pizza right now….just say’in.

Place I’ve Searched:
Wind Cave, South Dakota
You see, there are several tours you can take on this site.  My theory was that Forrest strapped half of his trove to various parts of his body and signed up for the Fairgrounds or Candelight tour.  In order to conceal his riches he had to wear a tan trench coat.  I can just imagine all the parents guarding the bathroom doors when their little children had to go pee! Anyways, as I was saying, those two tours go down the back of Wind Cave in an elevator (not far, but too far to walk) and then he veered off of the tour when it got to the Monte Cristo room (take a sandwich..get it?) and literally RAN to Brown’s Canyon room with a flashlight and placed the items underneath a small cove ( I have ESP and that’s where I pictured it in my mind.)  He then ran back and joined the tour as it looped around.  He did the same the following day with the rest of the trove and the chest itself.  My brother Sid and I met with this guy that surveys Browns Canyon room on a weekly basis and had him sign a contract stating he would get 10% of the riches and then reveeled our big “SECRET.”  He looked at us as if we were crazy and said there is NOT a treasure in Browns Canyon Room.  What does he know…he is just a he.

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19.

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Submitted by:

Ann Hannah Moss

Date Submitted:

November 10, 2013

Statement:

I’m a lurker who really would like the prize, the book if not the treasure chest.  The odds might be 50% better.   50% of something is better than 100% of nothing. Ya know.

Place I’ve Searched:
(Sort of true.  The chicken part anyway.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
Yeah.  Right.  See those thorns?)

While I was alone in there
To search for treasure old,
A shadow whispered, Do not dare
Disturb the leaves of gold.

Beneath them lies a once-used Colt
That laid a maverick down.
Go far away.  Run, don’t walk!
Beware the bones of Brown.

These woods are no place for the meek,
I heard the shadow sigh.
There is no gold along this creek,
Move on before the shades draw nigh.

If I’d been wise, not in a daze,
Three questions I’d have asked.
But though I peered and scanned the haze,
The voice’s source was masked.

So why is it I left without
The treasure that I sought?
As darkness fell, I headed out.
I’d lost the lamp I brought.

I heard a rustling — leaves or bones?
My pounding heart turned cold.
And when I fled, I tripped o’er stones.
I’m sure not bold, not worthy of the gold.

 

I was headed for the ice caves of Idaho, but they were disqualified so I had to use my imagination, instead of knowledge.  Or is it knowlege?  Anyway, I hear it’s over-rated.
Ever wonder how things would be different if Eve hadn’t tasted that fruit?

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20.

csan

 

Submitted by:

Mustang Sally

Date Submitted:

November 10, 2013

Statement:

My photo is my shadow holding my “Thrill of the Chase” book laid against my mustang Poco Paso.  I chose this because I have only done research on where the treasure is and the places I plan on looking.

Place I’ve Searched:
I haven’t actually gone to look yet.  I found out about the treasure and Forrest and the book about a year ago and of course had to do some research about it before setting out.  I want to make my search count because I will only be able to go once a year.  I plan on searching at the end of June 2014 in Yellowstone Park.  Shhh, don’t tell the park rangers.  🙂

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21.

image

 

Submitted by:

Hiker Vicki

Date Submitted:

November 10, 2013

Statement:

I know I will get the book and first place too. I found indian pictographs on
Rocks which have never been found before. Contacted the local Indian council to see if they knew of it and she said no had never seen it before to email it it her so she could look into it. So exciting.  Found historical artifacts and old historical ruins. It has been a very adventurous trip.

Place I’ve Searched:
As we went hiking in the desert we would come along beautiful
Places by water where grassy areas would be by the Ojo Caliente resort spa in N.M. Most of the poem fit. But they have the water way fenced off so we could not follow it. The fences did not use to be there. But the water at the spa felt very good to soak in and it helped the aching bones after so much hiking. I recommend it to every one.

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22.

dg2

 

Submitted by:

Diggin Gypsy

Date Submitted:

November 11, 2013

Statement:

I want that book to read at the campfire were gonna have for woman only at Forrest’s ruins. Even tho Forrest has no clue lol. Get to posing Stephanie  we want this book  😉

Place I’ve Searched:
Ohhhh, I looked under the fishing bridge in Yellowstone and Firehole Falls.

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23.

cynthia

Submitted by:

Cynthia of Rio Rancho

Date Submitted:

November 12, 2013

Statement:

The shadow on the left is of my dog Emma (Weimaraner) who has traveled with me on every treasure hunt and reconnaissance trip since I started searching in April, 2013. My other Weimie Molly was also there, but with no one other than myself to take the picture, it was quite difficult to get my shadow and one dog, let alone both dogs, AND the reflection of the Taos Junction Bridge. Over the course of two hours and 96 pictures later, we stopped photographing and called it a day. (My shadow is somewhat contorted as it was tough to be the photographer as well as the subject.)

Place I’ve Searched:
I’ve only searched in New Mexico and usually go where Dal has already searched (I’ve heard he’s really good at deciphering the clues but is older so his eye sight might be questionable! lol–just kidding since he is one of the judges.) However, I haven’t noticed him mention this specific stretch along the Rio Grande in the Orilla Verde Recreation Area (south of Taos but north of Quartzite). As I approached the Taos Junction Bridge, I did notice a road sign warning “Heavy Road Traffic and Water Hauling” where a pipe came out of the ground above me with a steady flow of water for people to fill water vessels, I guess. Maybe that is Forrest’s clue for “heavy loads and water high”. Regardless, we (my dogs and I) did not find the treasure chest. But we did enjoy watching the herd of Big Horn sheep in the canyon (home of Brown?) on the north-side of the bridge, grazing contently as we soaked in the magnificent scenery and basked in the sunshine of an absolutely gorgeous day in November in the Land of Enchantment. I’ve spoken briefly to Forrest twice, but have never had the time to thank him for creating this treasure hunt, which for me is a “thrill” more than anyone can imagine (except for you fellow searchers who understand the obsession, lack of sleep since the poem loops through your brain when you go to bed, missed exits from the highway because you are trying to decipher the clues as you drive to your search area–missed my exit at Santa Fe this trip, and the possibility of getting fired from your job because all you care about is this dang treasure hunt…I’ll be moving in with Forrest if I get fired!)

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24.

image

Submitted by:

Wild Kat

Date Submitted:

November 13, 2013

Statement:

Here we are, in the lovely crisp of Autumn; me and my shadow.
During the summer, at this very same place, the grasses were lush and tall.

This Fall, I’ve been searching pretty much daily, and, solo.
During the summer I had a wonderful treasure hunting partner. I like to call call her “Fish Pie” cause she’s an impressive Angler. We did crazy brave things in pursuit of the treasure. (Some of our random acts of bravery got us in trouble with Game and Fish as well as Parks and Recreation officials.) However, since school resumed, Fish Pie is unavailable to continue accompanying me, and I miss her comradeship.

For the most part, we searched extensively in Northern New Mexico. Although we research other states and areas, we’ve chosen to stay focused in this territory.
It’s been a thrill indeed, learning so much history that comes with this territory, and I will never look at these mountains the same for this.

I am from Maui. I have been full time searching since march 2013. If I’m not out there physically searching, I am researching, and planning my next strategy.

A couple months ago, as I was on a solo search, I had an epic experience…
A close encounter with a Mountain Lion!
… It all began with when I was down by the rushing river in a small canyon and heard loud alarming screams that sounded as if a woman was seriously injured. I started to investigate the situation, and as I was walking up on the trail (that was also towards my car) a frantic Mamma Deer came springing a few feet right in front of me, crossing the path. She ran towards the river.  Then a few moments later, she came bouncing back with flared nostrils, snorting, with wide eyes of panic. I could feel her heart beating. Then little further away, the little Bambi Deer ran across the path towards the river. All the while, the lady screams kept happening. I looked at the momma deer with my head cocked in confusion, thinking the screens may be coming from her. Certainly from her direction. Then, there it was! A magnificent adult mountain lion, just 20 feet in front of me crossing my path!
I froze my stance, whipped out my Bear Spray and tried quieting the pounding of my heart. Ah! So this is what all the Deer excitement is all about!
I felt such an urgency to get back to my car, however, I had to pass the bush that the mountain Lion was now in to get there.
After what seemed like 5 min standing very still, barely breathing, I decided to start marching loud and strong as I held up my arms (with bear spray) and started singing some made up Indian chant in a  very low and strong voice.
The lion gave me passage and I made it safely to my car.
Later, I come to learn that it was the Mountain Lion that was screaming. She was Announcing her attack.
I hope I have grandchildren one day so I can share this story with.
I felt it was a very special honor to encounter and cross paths with such a stunning beast!

Place I’ve Searched:
I’ve been several times to the John Dunn Bridge area. That was not the location of my Mt. Lion encounter tho. Several of the places I have searched, I can just feel it, that many of you have either been there, or shall soon arrive. At times, I wish I could bump in to a treasure Hunter on the path, sit down for a bit, chat about the blaze, share a laugh or two about some of our outrageous wild adventures that the thrill of the Chase has taken us.

I’m sure when Mr. Forrest Fenn was designing his plan, he knew it was going to be big! Yet, I wonder if he too is surprised at just “how big” this has turned out to be!

I know many of you will agree; that we have found many precious treasures along the winding journey that the Thrill of The Chase has taken us. My life has certainly shifted for it!
In some ways, I feel that I have rediscovered myself!
Thank you Forrest Fenn for the many gifts you have given us!
It’s been so much fun having a passionate fire lit for such adventures!

Be safe out there all you dedicated treasure hunters!

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25.

The_fly

 

Submitted by:

GoldBug

Date Submitted:

November 22, 2013

Statement:

If I was a fly on Forrest Fenn’s wall,
Oh the stories I’d hear,
No tale is too tall.

If I was a fly on Forrest Fenn’s wall,
I’d know all the clues,
Warm waters and all.

The horn toad might eat me,
I’ve got to be bold,
I’m flying away to find Forrest Fenn’s gold.

Place I’ve Searched:
My husband and my first search took us up to Yellowstone outside Gardiner Montana. Mammoth Hot Springs seemed to be the obvious place where waters have halted, and Gardiner is down canyon a ways. The Tinkers cemetery is no place for the meek followed by an uphill trek on Landslide Creek to Rainbow Lake (heavy loads and high water). Unfortunately, we didn’t find the box under the ‘head stones’ below Sepulcher Mountain, just a few obsidian artifacts, and an old rusted out leg-hold trap (maybe it was Osborne Russell’s). Cool adventure thou…jumped 5 new born baby elk (still in spots) bedded in a grassy draw. They didn’t really appreciate our intrusion and ran squalling for their moms who were standing up on the ridge top.

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26.

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Submitted by:

Maggie May

Date Submitted:

November 23, 2013

Statement:

This was me trying to grasp the treasure at the end of Forrest’s rainbow.

Place I’ve Searched:
There is a beautiful little spot where the water shoots out of the side of the mountain (water high).
The formations change over time due to the mineral deposits (heavy loads)

Warm water collects in a small basin within a cavern (warm waters halt)
There are unlimited nooks and crannies in which to hide the bronze box in the area of Soda Dam.

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27.
b1

Submitted by:

Maggie May

Date Submitted:

November 23, 2013

Statement:

This is my attempt to transform myself into a butterfly. I feel like a catapillar, not being able to see what is just over the hill, while the butterfly, has a much broader view.

Place I’ve Searched:

There was a time when I believed Forrest might have used an olden form of North, meaning down or under, and before the above 5000′ clue. I can’t reveal just yet what made me think of a ranger dog, which most people would associate with Jellystone, due to the cartoon, but I’m not most people. Ranger lake in New Mexico looks like a dog standing on it’s hind legs from the air, and we know Forrest loves his dogs. Could he have put it in the cold nose of the dog? That would be funny. It’s not far from the Texas border and you could probably hear the trains from Lubbock, if the wind was out of the East. And one last thing, the nearest airport is in Hobbs abbv. (HOB)
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28.shadowtoes

Submitted by:
Can You Guess?

Date Submitted:
November 23, 2013

Statement:
I adhered to all the rules….I am female and this is My Shadow(our black kitty…..I’m going for humor and I hope you enjoy the shape of my feet with their Pink Toe Nails…ok, they’re red right now
We have two cats, Bella and Shadow and while out searching all over the past going on 3 years…I am happy to report that our children kept them alive *shocker*. I’ve tried to ask Shadow where the treasure is since only The Shadow knows…but she said Cody, Forrest’s German Shepard forgot to email her the information. I now keep her away from the computer, because she keeps eating the mouse.

Place I’ve Searched:
Cimarron State Park where I met up with a black bear after all the campers had gone home for the season. We only took one look at each other and decided that was enough and we took off in opposite directions. While that was freaky scary, I think back to what a cool moment that was for me to experience.

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29.

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Submitted by:

Lou Lee

Date Submitted:

November 26, 2013

Statement:

I cast my Shadow Across the Madison Limestone at the Top of the falls, at Sinks Canyon, Wyoming. Hiked after a snow. I am a new “empty nester” and I Love to hunt for Rocks and things. I Chase Rainbows.
Photo taken on a crisp, cold, November day, at the Top of the falls Looking down the Canyon, of the Popo Agie River. On a solid large rock. Late Afternoon.

 

Place I’ve Searched:
I went to Sinks Canyon, I had never been to the Wind River, I had been wanting to go for over a year, After searching on line, I saw this river that rushed into a cave and came out down stream, I wanted to see this! After Forrest said to go. I jumped in my truck and went! I decided to hunt here. I know its been hunted, but I had to go! So with a flash light and a snack, and no bear mace, or anything I hiked up up and than off trail too! Even passing a couple with a large gun, and Bear warnings. For some reason I felt safe here, and was not worried. Enjoying the beauty!

What really surprised me was this unbelievable happy excited feeling that I was going to find the treasure at any moment. I searched and searched with this feeling that I still have today, its the feeling that I will find this treasure. I was the last one the leave this canyon, as it was getting dark and cold. I was so elated to have been it such a incredible place. The Falls and the Sinks are wonderful. I felt at peace and did not want to leave.

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30.

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Submitted by:

Hiker Vicki

Date Submitted:

November 27, 2013

Statement:

I have walked and really enjoy the thrill of the chase in the
out doors where you are one with nature.  The wind blows through your
hair and the smell of the trees and the water smell of so good. The blue
sky and than a cloud moves in and than another and than the rain begins
to slowly fall upon your face. This is oh so nice, but this time of year the
rain is snow and a beautiful blanked is upon the earth. It is to deep to
walk in so we must wait for spring.

Place I’ve Searched:

We went up to Wheeler,N.M. end of the road and
followed the stream up and snow was there and we found no warm
waters halt. It did not match the poem. On the way down the canyon
there are many water falls. We must go back and explore them. We love
Water falls. They do not match the poem but they should be pretty to
see. We did not know New Mexico had so many water falls. What a
great find.

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31.

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Submitted by:

Hiker Vicki

Date Submitted:

November 27, 2013

Statement:

I have look and wandered and tarry a far.
Where oh where is my treasure box gone.
The rains have come down and washed
away all my paths and blazes to see.
The waters flow down where warm waters
halt and down the canyon I go.
And back I will go when warm weather
comes back and the sun rays shine once more.

Place I’ve Searched: 

We were going up into Estes Park, Co.
Rocky Mountain Park but colorado had so much rain the park
was shut down. They were rebuilding the roads. So we had to
go somewhere else.  We were than going to go to some water
falls, but two days before we got there a rock slide had
happened and a whole family was killed. So they had it
closed off.  Most of the parks national campgrounds were
closed and all national parks because of Government shut
downs. It was a bad time to go out with all of Colorado’s rains
and government shut downs we ran into a lot of
closed fences and gates. We went to Leadville , Co. and
found about half of the poem fit but it was the other
half of the last part of the poem we could not find.
So our adventure goes on.

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32.

asoup

Submitted by:

Maggie May

Date Submitted:

November 29th, 2013

Statement:

I titled this one: Thick Soup
All that is needed is onion, celery, and bell pepper. Seems like most searchers think there is some kind of bridge interwoven into the chase, so instinct told me, myself, and I to sit on this one for a bit.  All this searching is making me hungry. Maybe that’s why Forrest said to bring a sandwich.

Place I’ve Searched: 
My search took me to Taos Mountain. I had read about it, but there is nothing quite like being there, in that beautiful place, and experiencing it yourself. It all seemed vaguely familiar. Reminded me of when I was a kid, when I didn’t worry about where my next meal was coming from. I just knew it would be there. I met an artist/architect/mentor all rolled into one. It was obvious he had lived in Taos a long time.  He answered most of my questions with questions.  I was fascinated by the art work he showed me.  Beautiful colors and intricate design.  I was most interested in the work he did in indigo.  When I asked him where he acquired that particular color, he got a gleam in his eye and mumbled something about a cave, a man, and a bra. Ah, the Thrill of the Chase.

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33.

wooly

Submitted by:

Rhiannon

Date Submitted:

November 30, 2013

Statement:

Casting the Wooly Worm.  Some crucial elements of my setup were a mailbox, tape, dining chair, trashcan, and a 2 x 4.

Place I’ve Searched: 
In 2012 we hiked a questionable route to the bottom of the Gorge near Questa.  The trail disappeared a couple times and was excessively steep, but we made it down to the river and saw some amazing petroglyphs.  We decided the spot and hike were both unlikely, but returned later to cross the river anyhow.  (It wasn’t over there, either.)

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34.

Door_arrow_composit

Submitted by:

GoldBug

Date Submitted:

November 30, 2013

Statement:

I spoke to the moon, but he wouldn’t say.
I’ve listened at keyholes, no hints came my way.
This arrows a blaze and I looked quickly down,
No treasure was there, just sandy old ground.

Place I’ve Searched: 
Visiting my mother-in-law last weekend in northern New Mexico we took an impromptu hike into Bandelier Monument. Since we were kinda-sorta “out of bounds” I probably shouldn’t elaborate (for legal purposes). I’m sure Forrest would agree that rules really shouldn’t get in the way of a good hunt and, after all, it was only around 500 feet. Admittedly the clues were hanging pretty loosely together to get us to this point (there was a canyon, and a sketchy HOB, and we really had to use our imaginations to get the loads and high water) so we were somewhat shocked to find this amazing petroglyph. I’ve envisioned many blazes but this one was begging to be explored. Since it was pointing to a cliff on the edge of the mesa the ‘look quickly down’ was a slam dunk. It took some doing to get scramble to the base and check out the rock pile at the bottom ……once again, no cigar.

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35.

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Submitted by:

Hiker Vicki

Date Submitted:

November 30, 2013

Statement:

Keep a smile on your face and your feet walking on the ground. I enjoy reading Forrest Fenns books and web pages and Dals web pages.
Keep on going for all to see.

Place I’ve Searched: 
We have been searching in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming but this can take a long time. There is so many warm waters and take it in the canyon down and to find it below the home of Brown. The blaze we have not really found to really match the Poem to help us find the chest. So our journey continues. So much snow right now, but fun to play in.

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Submitted by:

Hiker Vicki

Date Submitted:

November 30, 2013

Statement:

‘My effort is in the cold.
My shadow is brave and in the wood.
So where oh where is my gold.
The only gold I saw this time was the Aspen trees.

Place I’ve Searched: 
Marble, Co.  It has warm waters and goes down a canyon and is below the home of Brown, but could not find a blaze to fit the poem. It is an old ghost town and is so pretty. You see clouds coming over the mountain and the next thing you know you are in a
blizzard .

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Submitted by:

Libbi

Date Submitted:

December 1, 2013

Statement:

I’m 17, and I strive for adventure. I’ve crossed rivers, climbed mountains, dodged a few bears, camped, and lived off beenie weenies from a can trying to find this darn thing. I still have hope and plan on going back soon.

Place I’ve Searched:
I’ve been all around in and outside of Yellowstone looking for the treasure. And had the pleasure of meeting Forrest on our road trip back home, i wish i knew more people like him.

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Submitted by:

Smileycat

Date Submitted:

December 1, 2013

Statement:

First, let me say I LOVE THIS CONTEST IDEA!  I think you should run a contest every month. . .

And I love the treasure hunt tho’ will love it more when I am on my way to the bank  😉

In my photo entry, I have just beaten another ernest searcher to the treasure.  Ha Ha!

Place I’ve Searched:
I have searched many places in New Mexico, Colorado, Utah and Wyoming but one of my favorite places to have searched so far is Dinosaur National Monument.  I searched there early this last summer and found lots of bones, amongst other things (including another searcher).

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Submitted by:

CindyM

Date Submitted:

December 1, 2013

Statement:

Since I was the very first entry, I am now striving to be the last.

The mountains of the southwest are a beautiful sight to a flatland girl like me and I have fallen in love with the gorgeous vistas and interesting folks I have encountered in my searches. I am ever mindful of the fact that there are so many of you doing the same things at the same times…with the same results.

Here I am holding my pet lizard in one hand (representing the many critters I found along the way) and pointing to my halo with the other. The halo was much larger before I started the TTOTC but that’s another story. To you judges out there who think my halo is a bit too small to see I say it’s not the size that counts!

Place I’ve Searched:
Once I dug up an ancient truck tire hoping it would contain a  pretty bronze chest. On the plus side, I collected enough night crawlers to start my own colony for fishing.

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Submitted by:

Cloudcover

Date Submitted:

December 1, 2013

Statement:

This is a story of a little wood burning stove. Well sort of. An old Franklin stove my son bought for $50 bucks and brought it home to be displayed for my viewing pleasure on my living room floor. its austere cast iron body staring at me smugly from the carpet after work one evening. The thing was just daring me to throw it outside. I especially enjoyed seeing the lovely piping that rested against it on one side. Black ash had fallen from the pipe during the move from wherever it had been sitting for the past 20 years and now that ash was accenting my carpet in little bitty black ash piles. I yelled for someone to get this thing out of my living room but my son came running to tell me about all of the stove’s virtues and how thankful I would be once it was up and running and keeping us warm when winter set in. I, very politely I’m sure, told him that would happen over my dead body but unfortunately this did not make the thing disappear. My son cleaned up the mess and the iron monstrosity was moved to a far corner of the room while it was contemplated what was to be done with it. After several months of contemplation, it was decided that it would remain in the far corner of the room.
Now on December 5th., I called my mom from work to see if she was going to lunch at the Elks which she did every wednsday. She was feeling quite poorly and had thought about just staying home that day but upon answering my call decided she would get up and come in to town. At lunch she suddenly got up and made her way to the restroom. An attendant came to our table just minutes later to tell me that she had collapsed in the bathroom. We had an ambulance come over . My mom couldn’t really tell the paramedics what she thought was wrong with her only that she felt very weak and was spitting up blood in the restroom. They took her to the ER and a cat scan was done. When the results were viewed by the ER physicians, the atmosphere changed quickly. Several came into my mother’s room and one informed us that she had a dissected aorta and was bleeding out into her body. They were trying to get a hospital that could perform the necessary operation to take her. UNMH refused her. The Heart Hospital in Albuquerque refused her. I asked a doctor what would happen if nobody would take her. He hesitated, then said they would get someone to take her. The university of Colorado in Aurora, Colorado accepted her.
I went with my mother on a Flight for Life airplane in the middle of the night to Denver. Sitting in the cockpit with the pilot, I stared out the window of the plane into the black night. I tried focusing my sight on the distant twinkling lights of small Colorado towns below me and prayed that my mother would be all right. She went right into surgery after some tests upon arriving at the hospital and came out of it with flying colors. Everything had gone pretty well. My sister drove all the way from Las Cruces to Denver and arrived early the next morning. My mother was awake and seemed to be ok. She was having some trouble with her breathing though and her kidneys had stopped functioning due to the cat scan with contrast they had given her right before surgery. As the day progressed her breathing problems continued and it was becoming apparent that the bi pap machine was not enough. My mom had been a respiratory therapist when she was younger and knew what they were wanting to do. She confided in me that she didn’t want to go on the ventilator because she had smoked for more than 40 years and was afraid she couldn’t be weaned off of it. She had seen some that couldn’t be weaned off. She was finally confronted and told that she would need to be put on the ventilator. She told them, “ not till my son gets here” My brother flew in from Alaska and on the second night they put her on the vent. She stayed that way for two weeks. My sister and brother and I stayed by her side during that time and waited. During the wait, I had time to talk with my brother which was something we hadn’t done in a while. He lives very far away and conversations by phone really weren’t the same as being able to sit down and talk at length with him. We passed the time talking about our childhoods and what not and at some point I got around to talking about the treasure.
My brother loved hearing me tell stories of my trips and was so intrigued by it all that he starting researching online using his phone. Now I had plenty of support up to that point of family wanting to accompany me on my trips but this was the first time that anyone wanted to help me figure it out. I was taken aback at first because I wanted to be the one to do it But I realized that it was rather selfish of me not to encourage his ideas so I changed my tune. My mom came off the vent after two weeks but stayed several weeks more due to other complications from her surgery. She had a second surgery to remove blood from her body cavity and her breathing got a little better. They had trouble controlling her high blood pressure and her kidneys were slow to recover. She was on dialysis for a while. I didn’t leave Denver until after new years. My kids at home were taking care of themselves. I paid the bills online and wired them money to buy food. My oldest had turned 21 while I was away. My youngest was 15. I have five in all. At some point the propane ran out and they were using electric heaters to warm the house. It’s $300 for a hundred gallons of propane. Paying the bills, wiring money and paying for motel rooms was sapping my paychecks. I called to tell my children that I was going to buy one hundred gallons and have it delivered. My son said no, they had installed the wood stove. A neighbor had come over and helped them install it properly telling them what materials to buy to fire proof the area around it. They pulled out the window in my kitchen and extended the piping out of it. They would fill the small bottle with propane to heat water and cook but spending the $300 on propane was not needed. It turned out that they did a good job with putting the stove in and we’ve used it ever since. My kids put the tree up that year but there were no presents for them under it. They had each other and not one complained about situation that they found themselves in. I cried that I wouldn’t be there for Christmas but each one knew that the gift of life was better than anything I could ever buy them and their grandmother would one day come home. I was so proud of their maturity and their concern that I stay with my mother while she recovered enough to go back to NM. After my mom came off the ventilator, my sister, brother and I went to the Molly Brown House in Denver. I also wanted to go to lookout mountain where Mr. Cody is buried but there was no time.
I remember walking through my front door after a month in Denver and seeing that little Franklin stove in my kitchen, a cheery fire crackling within it. And I was glad it was there when I couldn’t be.
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The shadow in that picture is me standing next to that stove. I have concluded that my shadow looks suspiciously like a giant thumb. If this was a thumb shadow contest I would have a good chance of winning.

 

Place I’ve Searched:
An exact search location for me would be up ponil canyon past the gates of the scout ranch, through the Elliott Barker Wildlife Area, past the rich cabins on Turner’s land, in to the valle vidal and still following ponil creek until one hit’s the latitude coordinate of 36 degrees, 41 minutes. No treasure but many gorgeous wild flowers.

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JUDGES ANNOUNCED

The following commenters have graciously volunteered to judge the entries in this contest:

SoCal Jeremy
Don Johnson
dollarbill
dal

 

PRIZE ANNOUNCED

Forrest is providing the prize for this contest. It’s a doozie…

A special, limited edition book by Forrest…

prizebook

I own a copy of the regular edition and I can tell you it’s nothing like this.

The Secrets of San Lazaro Pueblo, a book by Forrest Fenn, signed
Limited edition, slip cased, number 4 of only 10 copies, with an original pottery gaming piece (ca 1325AD) emblazoned on the leather cover.
326 pages
140 drawings
360 photos
3 maps

I checked around to see what this prize could possibly be valued at…

Copies of the “regular printing” of this book sell for between $130 and $380 on Amazon. I saw a regular edition, signed, at a book fair in Santa Fe, the asking price was $500. The regular printing is cloth bound. Very nice of course, as are all of Forrest’s books, but the limited edition is an art piece. The only place I have ever seen the limited edition version of this book is in Forrest’s library. I don’t know who has other copies but rest assured, the winner will be in good company.

There were only 10…ten…X of these made…
In my unlearned guesstimate, this book should be worth about $2,000 right now…
More as the day gets longer….

One more point..
In my opinion this book is the only one of Forrest’s that I own which provided any evidence to me of the way in which Forrest likely hid his treasure chest. I think understanding what Forrest has learned from his prehistoric neighbors is very useful in the hunt.

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