Scrapbook One….

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Thought you might enjoy some photos of Forrest and his family and environs that you may not have seen before.

I figured we’d add one of these pages to the blog every once in awhile. Just for grins…

These photos show one of Forrest’s grand daughters with a very nice rainbow trout. Forrest taught her to tie flies and as payment, made the rule that she can never fish for trout with a fly that she has not made herself.

She laughed and the deal was struck.363a

A fly fisher spends her day shin deep in the cool warmth of a sun splashed stream among the chatter of chipmunks and clobber of woodpeckers. She shares the stream with darting dragonflies and dancing dippers ambivalent to her presence.  A fisher must use all her senses when on the water. Smell the scent of sweet wet grass bending along the water’s edge. Feel the sun warm her determined shoulders. Listen for the faint patter of insect wings in the clear air just above the ripples. Taste the lightly beaded sweat on her upper lip and dance with the swaying dark shadows she watches and admires.

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dal…

54 thoughts on “Scrapbook One….

  1. Is she available as a guide? She must know of a few secret spots *smile* I could still use some advice on how to grease a tippet and it looks like she’s in the know too.

  2. just noticed something funny…does her hat say zoo on it???? Can’t read which zoo….is that too much of a coincidence to a recent treasure map I posted? *running to the zoo*

  3. The true treasure is having a grand child that enjoys the value of what beauty nature has to offer. Most young people nowadays don’t have a clew on whats really the best things in life.

  4. thats an awesome trout. rare in nm . well rare because a catch like that would be in special trout waters. notice when you look down stream. nobody else in site. that is a very secluded place. only the locals would know of that place. and they wouldnt bouter going that deep to fish cause they just have to open the back door and there they are.

  5. What great memories for Forrest and his Grand daughter. Youth, that is where our future is, and Forrest sure did his part preserving it for them. Taking the time to teach. I imagine they had some good times and some good laughs out in Natures quiet and Beauty. I am sure she will pass those teachings on to her children, Makes you smile for the Future.

    • Hi 21ponies, that same picture of Lucca is in the To Far To Walk Book, Forrest says on that page that He and Lucca went to a special spot on the Pecos River, that they caught that same rainbow several times and always released it unharmed.

  6. The hand holding the fish has been discussed before…photo shopped pic I think was the general consensus. But the picture is curious…just points out that all is not what it seems.

  7. Soon on the 28th of this month marks my 3 years on the chase. It was the day after my oldest daughters birthday and 2 days after mine, that I learned about the chase from my mom. My parents taught me everything and there were so many rules in our home I felt I was left out at times. We had a large family with me being the oldest for many reasons.
    I remember my dad who always took us fishing on weekends and one of our favorites was Bonito lake. It was funny watching my mom when she gets a nibble. It looked like she wanted to pull the plug right out the lake to let it drain.
    We had to be strong willed to endure what life was about to hand us. It wasn’t easy but us kids knew our parents really loved us. They made the rules and made it more fun than ever especially during Christmas. Each of us kids had out own little elf to put on the tree. I think they were German made but they didn’t talk much. So when we were bathed and ready to sit with dad and mom to watch TV in the evening, my mom would turn on the Christmas tree. We all would look to see where our elves where sitting and smile. Once the program we were watching ended, we would look at our elves. Some of them were missing and some where still there. Mine never moved, I think it was because it was sitting too high in the tree. My sisters yell out with joy” Mom, where did mine go?” Mom would always say that they went to make your toys. I would ask my mom, then why is mine still there. She told me to make sure to be good and it will leave to make your toys. I think the deal was struck at that moment.
    Now that I reflect back, I find myself just an ordinary kid with important lessons to be learned. I still pass on some my traditional ways to my grand-kids today. It was a good day today as it was yesterday and from I have learned being on the chase, it will be a good day tomorrow.
    Just give the poem to a child.

    • I enjoyed your story, GEYDELKON. Most parents give all they can to their children, and in turn, we have the opportunity to give to their children. What have we learned from our parents? What will our grandchildren learn from us? It can be quite beautiful.

    • Pdenver, I tried to think of everything as well these last few hours. Each day goes by learning something new. At times we forget where we come from and at times we cherish the memories of the good ole days. Thank you for the birthday wishes and I wish you and all the chasers the same. I am sure what started out a venturous journey will forever live in our hearts. I am sure Holli is will be surprised, if not already.

      http://www.robbinsfuneralhome.com/home/index.cfm?action=obituaries.obit_view&o_id=2338427&fh_id=10913

      It is never to late to live life with courage.

      An Indian Scout and A Saint.

    • Happy early birthday to you and your daughter GEYDELKON… I hope your birthday is filled with joy…… reflecting back on memories like that will be cherished forever…… have a great day my friend… see ya 🙂

    • I have a very smart child, two in fact! I started them on Geo Cashe “treasure hunts.” It is now a family favorite and we go often. I wonder if they could riddle the poem out…

  8. “Flowing Water”

    Warm fishing seasons, come and go,

    Bright yellow leaves, then on to snow.

    It warms the soul, removes the shiver,

    Those memories made, upon the river,

    Until the Bloom , of early spring,

    And nature’s call, begins to sing.

    Those memories then, One can recall,

    As fly rod hangs, upon the wall.

    Until the caddis , hatch resumes,

    A fireplace lights , a dim lit room.

    Dreaming of, the days much hotter,

    And casting on, the flowing water……..

    By: Focused

    Ok Dal, I know this is not the poetry page but this scrapbook sparked my imagination…… until next time… see ya

    • I enjoyed that poem. Thank you for sharing that Focused. I also enjoyed reading this scrapbook again like it was my first time seeing it.

      • Your welcome Dampendmyth, I’m glad you enjoyed my words. I like this scrapbook too. It reminds me that, things come and things go, but memories last a lifetime… I’m sure Forrest cherishes those memories with his granddaughter…..
        Thank you for your kind words…… have a great night Dampenedmyth…. until next time… see ya

  9. What I find interesting about the inclusion of SB #1 in TFTW is that it’s between chapters (7 & 8) — and thus does not appear in the Table of Contents. Not the only time this happens in TFTW: the short “Bullseye” story on page 89 is sandwiched between chapters 18 and 19.

      • Zaph & E.C waters,

        Tippet in

        (Fly fishing leader line)

        I’ve been studying that large hand and fish several years.
        My guess is it’s an adult sized hand holding a trophy sized fish shopped in for effect. (not caught by ffs granddaughter.)

        Still no clue WHY ff did it; unless there is a “fake-take” decoy or to say this is where my trophy is…new mex fly waters.

  10. Brings back fond memories I have fish that very spot. I wonder if I caught that same fish once or twice, maybe not in that spot.

  11. Scrapbook one is perhaps my favorite. I had a YouTube Scrapbook series that I launch several weeks ago to discuss what I noticed. It was a common theme that I found 3 years ago. And since then the search for the Forrest Fenn treasure has developed to a point of constant deep thought. My own pretentious thoughts challenged me in so many ways.

    I remember my first year in high school where I became aware that I wasn’t going anywhere. It turned out that I was voted the most gullible when a friend showed me his newly printed yearbook. My parents couldn’t afford much, and I learned there was more value in understanding what the world was all about. So, I joined the Navy when I turned 17.
    Since then, I could not stop dreaming and most people didn’t like the way I had my thinking cap on. I did not fit in with most because they always had an agenda to suit their own needs. Yet, today is no different from other days of my past.

    Certain rules were made for me to follow and yet I was always going against the grain. What I learned is that when the tough gets going find a smoother spot to land on. My dad was telling me the same thing all the time, but it just wouldn’t sink in. He gave me so many chances.

    Then the Thrill of the Chase began for me in 2013. I thought I would be able to figure the poem out and help my daughter who had cancer. Well, I felt I had failed her when she passed away 8 months later. Then other things starting to tug at my shirt months later and I was confused on what to do. It was time for me to dream again and take off my gloves for a real fight with myself.

    In this scrapbook Dal writes “She laughed, and the deal was struck”. Those words became chiseled in my mind and became one of my rules. Even my attorney agrees, and I have lots of attorneys that are good people. When he told me that a handshake was worth more than paper, I just shook my head knowing what he knows with a smile.

    This year I lost a son and a good friend. He was always there for people. He felt better living in homeless camps and that is where we last seen him. Again, I had to bury one of my own.

    I know it time for me to do what needs to be done and step aside. I am always fair, and I always cut deals to benefit the other person. My word is rock solid that will never be turned over to show the light of day. I have made my bid on what life has to offer and I am fine with that.

    An Indian Saint and A Scout
    Please help the homeless and those in need.

    • GEYDELKON;

      I am sorry for your current and past losses. Help yourself by helping those around you that are less fortunate than yourself – and there is always someone who is less fortunate than yourself. You have many friends here on the blog – use our strength – JDA

  12. GEYDELKON,

    I read your words every tine I see you post. I am truly sorry for your losses. I’ve thought many times about solutions for these people. Many just need a little helping hand to get back on their feet.

    Give them a fixer-upper and the supplies needed and work shoulder to shoulder with them. There’s a good chance to create a wonderful “pay-it-forward” movement.

    Back in the old days the town would come together and help build the neighbors’ barn. There’s power in numbers and change can happen if given a chance. Don’t buy me a fish, buy me a fishing pole and teach me to fish.

    Might be easier said than done, but if it were me on the street, I’d be all in on working to make a better life for me and/or my family.

    God Bless you GEYDELKON. Thank you for sharing.

    ByGeorge

  13. Geydelkon- Keep your chin up Brother. You know your Heart better than anyone else. I have not walked a single step in your shoes but I have felt the road of my own shoes. I have lost many of my loved ones and have to believe that there is an answer beyond my knowledge and that it’s OK. I have lost two of my own children .One to murder another to an accident . I have lost my only brother to a heart attack and I have lost both parents. Many of the friends i had are gone too. I also know that the Sisters that I have are selfish greedy and hateful and one of them stole my Inheritance of a quarter of a million in money and Assets. They don’t call and have never given me a penny or helped me my whole lifetime.I do know that in this life things can turn around and change in a split second. Keep your head held high and like Forrests says keep your positive MOJO going and remember Karma. We all strive to give the loved ones around us and our families a better life. Life can be hard and painful @ times. There is a greater purpose and understanding even if we don’t have the answers. Your friend and fellow treasure hunter. Woody

  14. WoodyBogg, JDA, By George and Pdenver

    We all learn so much from our misfortunes of our desires end. I appreciate your warm comments and I thank you. I brought you here to this SB because I would like for you to see what I see and try to understand me from my own experiences. I have so much more to say but is best to start from the beginning and being here, you will also find my end. There are words I can not breath for now they will be kept in the where and The Thrill of the Chase will forever go on.

    See you all down the road. Peace

  15. Geydelkon
    I can never seem to find the right words when someone is hurting. And even though I do not really know you, your words have touched me deeply. Please know you are not alone and that we are all with you in spirit. I hope the peace you are seeking comforts you soon. ♥️

    • Geysergirl,

      I am doing great and have been at peace with all things considered. Yes, I had my moments where I was caught in the undertow. In recent days echos of the calling has become more pronounced. I bow my head to those who are losing everything for greed. So, the answer to what The Poem is , can be found among this page with true colors that will bleed. I am just waiting for my turn.

  16. Today was another good day now that the snow is melting it is in the knowing more is on the way to replenish my thinking. Most of the time I think too hard and I am fearful that someone might be listening in.

    So, if you hear my thoughts on this page then you know what I am talking about. I think I said it about 4 times now at least. It’s just one of the reasons I am here.

    This afternoon, I went to the hardware store to get a part to fix my leaking kitchen sinks water valve. Well guess what, they just don’t sell those parts anymore. It seems now I need to go through a third party vendor which is not an OEM. I suppose I can upgrade for 10 times the money but who is counting in reverse.

    So, I will just let it drip slowly under sink and just empty the soup bowl from time to time. Can you hear the silent sound when breaking rules?

    An Indian Saint and A Scout

      • Geydelkon: well, unless you’ve figured that out only within the last month or two, my question would be why you didn’t retrieve it before winter set in?

        • Okay: misunderstanding on my part as to the antecedent of “it”.

          “The blaze does not mark where the treasure chest is hidden.”

          I actually believe it does. Just not in any of the ways that people post about.

          “It is a hint one needs to take with you.”

          Are you saying that you don’t think “the blaze” is a clue, but rather a hint? Here again, I would disagree — since it gets you closer to the treasure chest (in my opinion), then by Forrest’s definition it’s a clue not a hint.

    • Hello GEYDELKON. Can you replace the seal rings rather than the whole water valve unit? Piper replaced store bought flies with homemade ones.

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