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Dear Mr. Fenn,
Some of my fondest memories of my father are going out on the weekends and searching for “treasure” although nothing as big as your treasure. You have created a win win opportunity for us. I do have a question for you about something you said in your book, you mention subtle clues sprinkled in the stories. Are there also words sprinkled in the stories that are meant to lead astray? I have an uncanny ability to read into something way beyond that which was intended, and in doing so I have been able to find a place that I can match your poem to. The problem is, is that I have found two other places that fit your poem almost as well and another is formulating in my head. I guess that’s a good thing as it gives us many places to search. I am also curious as to how much work you put into hauling that treasure to its hiding spot. I have seen men of your experience capable of carrying substantial weight quite a long distance.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you will be able to reply, I imagine you get numerous e mails looking for insight. If you feel that I am asking too much, I understand. Thank you for making a life long fantasy a reality and thank you for allowing me to share it with my boys. I hope to contact you soon looking for the key to that box.
I am glad you are taking your sons into the chase. My book is straight forward and there is nothing that is designed to mislead. I was 79 or 80 when I hid the treasure so you should be able to haul it out with the help of your two sons. I am interested to know where you go and how you fare. Good luck. f
In a follow-up note Forrest added this:
I would not have hidden the treasure if I didn’t want everyone to have a fair chance of finding it. f