Lynn D Sails For New Mexico…

SUBMITTED december 2014


Ahoy there Stephan the Pantless (and anyone else who cares to read)

Lynn D, the Departed or Deephearted of the Fancipants side here. It works either way you fix your gaze upon it. I have indeed departed from the Southwest for this season and I most whole heartedly agree with you Stephan about the movie Braveheart. Being of the Deephearted side of the “Pants” pirate family I must say that I fall in love with Mel Gibson every time I cast my attention upon that man and movie. The ending nearly sends me directly to Davey Jones Locker” each time I watch it. Arrrrr, where are me tissues?

Anyway, as I wet me pipe with this warm grog by the fire on the shores of Boston I find meself with ship under bare poles and crewless, still a far better fate than being pantless, IMHO. It’s a dreary damp bone chillin winter mornin here. The sun has barely just risen over the vermilion horizon. I wrap my blanket tighter as I think; yes, on such a mornin sailors do take warnin and pirates do too.  I will batten down me hatches after I finish me tale here. I just barely availed meself of this fire. Luckily, being raised by the Girl Scout band (though thrice removed as I have been told) I had my trusty flint and tinder box with me. So, here I sit and ponder whilst I drain me cup o grog and warm me bones.

Just about now you must be scratching your scurvy skull and a wonderin why I have thus addressed you. Avast Ye! I fancy there is still booty to be found in those Rockies and a blaze marks the spot. I am also a wonderin iffin ye ave recovered sufficient from your landlocked doldrums since your last hunt??

Ye see now, I am a girl pirate, from me boots up to me at. Since me last hikin around the canyons and dried up river beds I’ve been thinking that I do indeed need a priate in crime, I mean a partner in crime. I must apologize for that Fennian slip thar. It does seem to be happenin more and more whilst I compose the memoirs of my search. It’s a wonder I can organize my thoughts by this fire as my beloved brown hounds Homer the Cross Eyed and Crooked Nosed Smile and Abigail the Beautiful wrestle over the ham bones I just tossed over me shoulders whilst Kipper the Black strolls across this lap top purring… I bemoan the fact that my 80 pound brown beasts are too large to place into a carry on to place beneath the seat a front of me on that grey bird that flies me in to Santa Fe. Arrrrgh, what protection they could lend as they jumped, kissed and licked every scurvy dog that happened along me trail.


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My last voyage to the Rockies on a beautiful, sunny warm hiking day for my now land locked pegs was in November. It found me with the turquoise sky over me head and the terra cotta land under me feet. It was a foine day to hoist me sails with the fair wind blowing at 15-20 mph on that mountain. I found meself at the bottom of that deep gulch on a dried up river bed looking for the ole “X” that marks the spot. Tis a wonder I landed upon me spot with the likes o Sir Doug Scott directing me such! Me thinks he should give up the writing of treasure maps!

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Whilst I searched according to that fated poem by f squared ( yes, the small f as I am too lazy to also raise my finger to hit the cap button ) I smelled the strong stench of cigarette smoke upon that wind. It did shiver me timbers right then and thar as I thought dead men or a woman as is my case tell no tails. There I go again with that Fennian slip thing, a thousand pardons ladies, “tales”. I truly feared that no quarter would be given in my search of treasure on that day there in that riverbed. Whilst goose bumps aplenty arouse upon my flesh I thought of Bess, my flintlock that I had left behind home in Boston. It was hunting season there in the Rockies and I had worn my bright pink frock (until just now I had wondered why I saw no birds) and thought surely a game hunter would not chance alarming his prey with that putrid whiff. I did ponder how far this odor could travel on such a blustery day. I sat there quiet amidst the rocks listening and sniffing until I lost track of all time. As I attempted to make my hourly call in early, I discovered I had no service. My eyes searched the cerulean blanketed boulders above me as I quietly sat. Finally I braved out in to the open, well as open as one can be whilst being deep in a ravine with boulders surrounding over head.

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I do believe this stench and fright skewed my search on this day. I hiked in circles through mud and a light snow covering for the remainder of the afternoon as the sun watched from above. The only boot prints I ever came across were my own, one, two then 3 times to the same spot!!  I looked both high and low but found not the booty for which I was searchin. I never came across that smoker either as far as I could tell but this woman did follow me around all day. Every time I looked behind me she was there. In some cases depending on whether I was facing East or West she was in front of me. She was so quick! I found her to be relentless in her stalk of me as she wondered what secret I beheld. Whilst this could be disturbing to some, I found a growing admiration for her determined spirit that was not unlike my own. I have included a picture of her that I did capture whilst she looked off in to the distance. Although I did not find “THE” treasure I have many small ones of my own found along the way. I have included pictures of some of them.

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One treasure is of a stone held up high sitting amidst the most unlikely arms. Another treasure is my fossilized scraper or such where my thumb fit perfect on the reverse. How I wanted to show this to ff.

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There are 2 people treasures I will keep close too. One was my pony tailed, shorts wearing waiter who was also the cook, the dishwasher, the food server, the owner and the money taker in that breakfast nook of 4 tables. When he got behind in his duties people at the tables took over the coffee serving and the dish washin for him. Everyone seemed to hold this place with pride with in their hearts. When I answered that I only needed salt and peppah with me breakfast that arrived after four cups of Joe he exclaimed you’re not from California. I stuck out like a sore thumb as the stranger amidst them. Apparently he had already scoped out me rental cars’ plates. On his log I wrote me name Lynn D, from Massachusetts and under comments I wrote it was worth the drive,” just to see that sense of community. The next person to remember is the proprietor of the establishment where I roosted in Eagles Nest. It overlooked Eagle Nest Lake. As I had arrived late on that day he invited me to a leftover turkey dinner with all the fixings. He knew there was no other place open in town. That was indeed a warm welcome shared with his wife and young boy.

Before I commenced my trek the following day, he told me a tale of a gent and his nephew who had stayed at the very same logde and searched the very same trail as I was about to embark upon just a few months back. Then, this man and his nephew apparently had a bitter disagreement and took off to another state. Hmmm is all I can say. I worry that this has piqued the proprietor’s interest enough that 2 strangers finding themselves on the same trail would send him on his own quest from nearby.

I had another thought unrelated that I quite forgot to query the proprietor about. This was a lodge where it seemed that only treasure or game hunters took refuge. It was a place for big burley mountain men. I could not help but wonder why this place (and none of the other higher priced establishments) had that magnifying mirror over the sink. Becoming quite far sighted in my advanced years I was thrilled to be able to find that one hair on my chin lest it grow and I become mistaken for a mountain man. Yo ho ho!!!!

And, I will lend a dishonorable mention to that one man dressed in blue. I will only refer to him as the bilge rat from here on in as he bestowed upon me a $177 greeting card from New Mexico. The smile and the bill just did not go together in my way of thinking. I had just set me sails and was on course. How I’d like to have him walk the plank. Better yet, to keel haul him to clean the barnacles off of me ship!! I am happy to say that my ship was not searched as others have alluded to be happening on the high seas as a sting from the local law enforcement to acquire the treasure from the unsuspecting finder.

Doe ye ken my gist here Stephan the Pantless??? Unless you have another pirate lass to go a searchin with I have new ideas apart from yours and would love to share them with a fellow Matey of the same low standards. Of course we will split the bootie J

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I do pIan on finding this treasure afore ff feeds the fishes and I have need of another sword arm to prevent the skullduggary that often accompanies a treasure hunting/ finding.

So, both my tale and fire dwindle at this moment and the cold New England wind blows and yet another purring beast prances upon this key board as Pickles the Plaid demands my attention. Until next spring…. when I cast my Jolly Roger!


For more info about Stephan the Pantsless Pirate’s exploits you will find them near the bottom of the “Other’s Adventures” menu.


Homer of the Cross Eyed and Crooked Nosed Smile, a true pirate dog

Homer of the Cross Eyed and Crooked Nosed Smile, a true pirate dog

78 thoughts on “Lynn D Sails For New Mexico…

  1. I will have to read this as many times as I’ve read Mr Fenn’s books which I’m wearing out. Good luck in your search. Attitude and perseverance will win this treasure, well at least one of them, treasures I mean. Look up and you might see me on the trail. I’ll be the one looking back. Mucho suerte

  2. I just keep telling myself.. One last adventure before my ole bones make it to difficult to walk. Soon enough i will be hitting the road as the great spirit provides. And where I will stop to hang my hat remains unseen. Hopefully someplace warm year round in the middle of no where. A creek babbling with a few trees for shade.

    Thanks for keeping my dream alive

  3. Ahoy there! Lynn D the Departed or Deephearted of the Fancipants here. Sir Dal of the Blog and the Black Bikeless Leather, many thanks for posting me misssive. I do have a thought trying to burst forth after reading this posting here…. And aye Deb, imagine this girl pirates disappointment if she does not hear back from Stephan the Pantless Pirate. Sir Chad keeping the dream alive is of most importance and hang yer hat where yer heart takes ye. Gracias bajaau. I will indeed need mucho suerte after me last voyage and even the one afore that which was fraught with perils too. I missed the early mornin grey bird on me way out of Boston, had a coyboy for a pilot who flew that puddlejumper from Dallas to Santa Fe, slept at the wrong hotel after being checked in by telephone late at night, stopped at a motorcycle accident on highway 599 and protected injured in the middle of the road and was lost in what me thought was surely the Alaskan tundra on the top of a snow covered mountain someplace surrounded only by a heard of antelope. Aye, the pictures I took and the memories I made~~

    • Lynn vary nice story! but you left me wondering Who is this “Sir Doug Scott” that wrote a Treasure map? is the another Treasure out there to be found? thank you and best of luck..

      • Hello 2flames. Please pardon me delay in respondin back to ye. Who is Sir Doug Scott? Well in my eyes he is a scoundrel. He scribbles about water falls in New Mexico. Although his photos are quite lovely to behold, I found his map to the treasure to be inaccurate at best IMHO. I walked in circles all day and found meself quite dizzy by the time I headed for home.

  4. Nice search, Lynn D. I hope to hear afore-hand when you will be heading back for another search. I told you I am here, just been holding back on the comments a wee bit. How about that dinner or lunch next time? We sure didn’t get to talk much. Do you recall? Meanwhilst, take care.

    • SirSlurbs, I be thankin ye. Ye’ll be the first ta hear. Lunch or dinner would be grand. Do I recall? I’m not daft me man….yet.

  5. Great pose Lynn D.!! Yea Pirate has to take a rest fer now!!! Old Man Winter’s arms stretch far and wide this year, complicating many a search fer us all. Spring with her warm winds and new life will soon fill us all with tha restless fever to Pirate again and find our Chest of Gold and Plenty. This Great rest will give us new notions of spots and locales full of Bounty and Adventures to be had. So Sleep and Ponder at the warm fireside for now!!!! My dreams and visions are strong in my head, each tale and clue from Forrest Himself; will lead closer and closer to the quest laid before us all!! I plan on getti’n there and staki’n my claim before yea other maties! So be ware of me and my attempts to claim the LockBox it is mine for the tak’n yea all need to stay away the booty bounty is in that secret place deep in my dreams and only I will find it. Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas and a Very Merry New Year. All yea ,Maties here is mud in yer eyes ;remember the first one there Wins the prize…….. Fa La La La La La it’s off to me spot I go……..

  6. Lynn D, thank ye fer sharin’ ye tale. A ruckas times ‘n memories. Avast scurvy pirate, I had to use a scurvy pirate tavern to compose ’tis so ye would be able to understand what I be tryin’ to shout. Tavern=translator according to Lest I be a fake. I enjoyed your tale and pics. 🙂

  7. Tis something I’ve to get off o me chest and it is addressed to Sir germanguy the Logical of the Colorado Plunder. Tis a mournful day and entry in me ships log that I must scribble that ye take yerself from this chase. Do ye list yerself other than gg here that I might avail meself of straight forward thoughts goin forth? Being o the Fancipants side here, other than lace a plenty I oft find me head in the clouds and in needs o a bit o logic. Thus me run in with wi the bilge rat. I was a dreamin again and told him such. Alas, he smiled and still presented me with that greetin card. Sir gg I am truly to hear of ye being hornswaggled by yer matey. She should a shown her colors afore hand. And to the rest o us, keep a weathered eye mateys!

  8. Hi Lynn,

    Well me and the lads did like your story very much. We find ourselves much enamored of lap swimmin’ lately instead of huntin’ fer chests and stuff… cos pulling a good stroke just might prove useful when the ship of treasure dreams goes down with all hands on deck! And we have more fun hiking in the hills when we ain’t thinkin’ about gettin’ rich and famous-like from treasure chests.

    We’ve been busy too building a land yacht lately to live in, so we can leave off all that carpenterin’ for affluent-have-too-muches and do more what we really want, which is mostly fishin’ and whittlin’ sticks and such. Don’t need a chest o’ gold fer them things, tho we will love hearin’ about who finds that thar chest! I’ll send a pitcher or two of the land yacht to Dal and he can pass it on as he sees fit…

      • I like that I will show my husband he is a carpenter as well he will like that. That was really nice send more pictures when it’s done 🙂

      • Man, that thing is made of all wood. He better get another axle for that trailer. And just looking at the aerodynamics, he’s going to need a six hundred horse Cummings to pull it.

        • Hi Goofy,

          I’ve got two 5,200 lb. rated axles with brakes already on the trailer. I did the weight analysis before I ever started building, and I still have 3,000 lbs of payload left with the structure as is. It’s 13’6″ high, the legal limit, and it’s meant to be moveable, safely, rather than to be used as a RV…which means I’ll find a nice place to park it and then leave it there. And yes, a hefty dually will be needed to haul it… I’ll be living in it come springtime. Goodbye mortgage, let the adventures commence!

    • Stephan o the P squared, o the Dubious Pants-less attire by yer own choice, Their Supreme though Obtuse Buccaneer in Chief, o the Compass-Less leader o the scabrous bunch o scallywags! Can ye tell I’m a happy to be hearin from ye? Also glad to hear yer alive and kickin and that ye an yer bunch o scurvy dogs did enjoy me missive!!. Thank ye kindly for respondin. I do have to say after readin yer scribbles that you seem to be a flicker of ye former self and a wee bit deflated. I can’t help but picture an unused set o bag pipes sittin in the corner forgotten. Oh and me favorite instrument they are just lovin the sounds they make! Such a shame to find them there in the corner. And ohh, how I love that song, Oh Danny Boy! Dae ye ken there Stephan? Dae ye get me drift?
      I think yer sufferin from the post thrill o the chase doldrums still or perhaps yeve takin a chill. Perhaps you should check yer temperature. Ye see now, truth be told,I’m a nurse pirate and I know these things.
      So tighten up ur bootsraps matey! Ye have me thinkin and scratchin me head a wonderin about the cause of yer doldrums. I’ll come right out an question ye if ye’ll pardon me bluntness. Dae ye believe the treasure has been found already?

      • Seems like this old pirate has been out-pirated by a lass named Lynn. I hereby pass the mantle to you, worthy nurse, and may you find the chest. Stephan has at last found his pants, and his sanity, but the strain was too much for our somewhat-obtuse friend, and so he is content now to sit by the fire and marvel at how wonderful indeed are pants on a cold winter’s night. What glimmerings of wisdom can I leave the assembled? Few indeed, but firstly I say, don’t lose your head over gold. Gold won’t make your life better and has every chance of making it worse. Have fun instead trying to solve a riddle. Secondly, Mr. Fenn was an indefatigable hiker back in the day… I have read everything said about the hiding process. But I’ll bet my land yacht that our venerable Temple Texan went a lot further to hide that chest than most folks seem to think. So look a lot farther than a trailhead or a parking lot…The true magic in nature only begins when one is far from the madding crowd.

  9. Lynn, it looks like you had a great time! I want to take a soul searching type trip to the NM area soon, myself. I hope it turns me into a pirate, too. 🙂

  10. Lynn D. & the Pantless Pirate,

    Ahoy Mates!

    Lynn, you did it! You resurrected the Pirate.

    Eagles Nest. Hmm. I’m pretty sure that’s not the Pirate’s haunt.
    Lynn, The Pirate kept it simple. He looked at the maps and Google Earth. Like me he went into the wilderness, snow and ice.

    Forrest said get a good forest map, and use Google Earth. The Pirate did that.
    Then the Pirate followed Forrest’s awesome adventures all around the mountains.
    I think Dal did this too but his primary focus was on the Poem. He is stubborn, smart, but stubborn. I can not really argue my point to Dal since I believe he has a higher I.Q. than me. I hopefully and humbly look forward to meeting Dal some day with Treasure in hand and Mr. Fenn smiling happily with an approving glare.

    Stephan absolutely had it figured out to a point and his continuing efforts were put to the side for more pressing things. My hat is off to the Pirate. In my opinion he to this day, Is the only one who really had it right.

    I understand The Poem is a reference path to the end. However,I believe until the legwork is done in following Forrest’s TTOTC adventures one cannot understand the next level of details in the “Black and White Paintings” There is no substitute for legwork, there is no way to understand each and every advance with out it.
    I still think I am well ahead of most who are in the search and I think I understand my next move after the snow melts.

    Good Luck Lynn and to All!


    • Sir Doug. I’m plannin ta keep it simple and even ferget google and maps. I’m just gonna take a whirlbird up!

      • PS: I actually think the black paintings are very telling, especially the one with the lads playing marbles and ff milking the cow! And I believe there can be many endings to the search all of them correct and fitting to the poem at first glance and yet still not be the one that leads to the treasure. I believe ff to be an observer of human nature and depended upon our differences in who we are and what we bring to the table, our dreams thoughts, observations and interpretations to muddy the search. Unless we determine the “key” there will be no treasure at the end o the trail… I do not think Stephan had the key unless someone was there before him and found it first…….

        • Lynn,

          I like commenting to you because I think you are getting it. You are asking yourself right now, “does Doug have the curve figured out?”

          I like to think so.
          Amazingly after 10 trips, thinking I was right on track, and sequentially, not haphazardly. No treasure in hand yet. Black and white paintings
          I believe mostly figured out, so close, but then as I approach the final landing point (ha ha ), in steps Forrest with another curve ball, literally.

          I think for me, when I realized just how far Forrest went to hide the treasure I was in utter disbelief.
          I contacted him to see if he would confirm just how high he went to hide the treasure at 80 years of age. Of course he declined to answer but an important part to the answer was revealed by Forrest in Jenny Kiles questions with Forrest.
          How long it took him to hide the treasure from his car. An afternoon. A forest road. A woodsman’s
          trail or off an Old logging trail, as high as trees grow in the cold. Hmm. High yes very high but not too far.

          Honestly Forrest is much more clever than I could have ever dreamed of.
          Imagine this, Stephan did understand the initial realizations. I agree with him to a point.
          I believe it was in fact Stephan that showed me a critical clue, which was errant in nature but “Key” which I then believed, and was able to interpret through the enigmatic design flaws in Forrests’ so-called slips or abberrations of writings and drawings.

          I have not given up and await the Spring thaw.
          Good for you Lynn!


  11. Wow I really had to focus readin your words I wonder if thats what people think when they read my hillbilly twang lol U keep searching on that side of the mountain u scallywagggggg. Haha

    • Doug,
      It isn’t a code or cipher, or drone that ff used…But he did use a simple trick to hide info in the poem…Namely, where to go to search…It’s there, if you can find it…Good luck…

  12. Interesting Dave this “contentment.” It’s not the first time I have heard this word in relation to the chase……….will have to check your link later.

    • Lynn D.

      I could not make New Mexico fit no matter how I tried. The support details just did not work for me. I resolved to use the
      direction as noted in the learning curve page 26, “The greater part of knowledge is knowing those things not worth knowing”
      For me there had to be a connection somehow to the little odd details that run so amuck throughout TTOTC. The Poem also just wasn’t good enough.

      Things indicative of a pattern design by Forrest that once recognized would be Key in interpreting how to move forward. It was the emphasis that Forrest played on really off the wall comments for example from his father. Or when Miss Ford was writing Spanish words on the blackboard. There had to be a connection and by golly I think I figured out that (those) connection (s).

      I was Beginning to learn where the edges were, and later it would come to me.

      What about those Black Paintings? For me they made no sense until I learned where the edges were. And what about those design flaws? Stephan the Pantless Pirate to the rescue. Hoo! Ray!

      In my opinion I am really trying to help you but I have already noticed you are probably smarter than I am just like Dal is. I have to be careful to not reveal too much of my strategy. Dal has been on every forrest trail through out the entire western theater of the search area looking for the treasure. A little help from me is ok because you guys are worth it and I don’t need all the treasure.

      Unfortunately many brillant minds from the recent past are no longer commenting or have disappeared from the hunt. I keep looking for substance from the many minds that are doing their best but I just do not see much. Perhaps what I have offered may be fuel for some worthy searcher and not just a social networking event.
      But for those who can really search I offer some of my learned experiences from the TTOTC as Forrest has said must be done.
      There is order to this search.

      Since you have been out in the field looking and trying to use some real thought I decided to give you a taste of my solve.
      Wrong or right.
      I love New Mexico but in my opinion it Aint There.

      Waiting for Spring. Can’t Wait!

      Excitement, enertainment, and adventure.

      Good Luck!


      • Sir Doug o the Black Paintings, the Pattern design and a teetering on the edges, that’s a long wind an I’ll be having to take me time ta come about from that one! I’ll be returnin to ye thoughts after a good nights sleep perhaps 2. But speaking o wind? A great nor easter blew up of the coast o Boston yesterday. I had just battened down me hatches and the ship she was a rolling.The seas were high and icy. It came to me mind of a sudden that I should o had the winter oars on me ship. There I were, a slippin and a slidin on deck. I barely made it to me mast where upon I did tie me self securely. I would weather the storm or go down with me ship. It were a night I care not to remember as I stood tied and shivering in the blasts of wind and icy rain. It was quite disorienting to say the least. I thought the hounds o hell were upon us and the ghosts of pirates from Davys locker were there to take me home. I still shiver just thinking of it!
        If that weren’t bad enough later, Dal of the Blackbikeless leather called me out on a duel! As if I weren’t exhausted enough. At the time I thought him a blackguard and ole Jack Ketch came to me mind. I attempted to parley with him but he was quite dumb to it! And me, being of the fancipants side of the pants family did not sleep another wink. I were up all night in me closet a wonderin what to wear to such a dubious event which was to occur at dawn. I never did see the back of me eyelids once. Luckily for Dal the dregs of the storm delayed the dawning of the dawn somewhat and allowed him time to see the folly of his challenge….. he called off that travesty of justice.
        And, besides being of the fanci pants as you know I am also of the deep hearted side and come from of lonnng line of sensitive sorts. In truth, tis why I became a pirate to hide me sensitive side beneath me gruff exterior. A true dichotomy I am for sure.

  13. Sam I’m glad you figured out your path, but we’ve all heard you taunt us about it over and over and over. Many have figured out their own paths. Unless Fenn has told you figured out where it is or you have it I think you should stop talking like you know it all. Honestly if someone really believes they have it, they would be dumb to taunt people to their spot anyway.

  14. Sam I’m glad you figured out your path, but we’ve all heard you taunt us about it over and over and over. Many have figured out their own paths. Unless Fenn has told you figured out where it is or you have it I think you should stop talking like you know it all. Honestly if someone really believes they have it, they would be dumb to taunt people to their spot anyway.

  15. Don’t mean that rude. Just tired of so many of us being corrected by a few on here that don’t have it in their possession. I also am unaware of why my comment posted twice.

    • Sorry Dave…I apologize if that is the way you view my posts… I don’t intend to taunt anyone at anytime…What I stated above is a fact to me…I read much and don’t post all that often for a reason…I simply can’t say much without giving away too much about the method used in my solution and the results that ensued…

      I hint at things sometimes trying to explain that ff did something very tricky to hide information in the poem…It can only be found by this one method…I cannot help that, it was ff’s doing, not mine…And it is there, that is unmistakable…It is a few small words clearly stated in plain English…You cannot see them until you figure out what he did to hide them…Again, not my doing, ff purposed the poem to locate a treasure chest…He did so in a unique way and challenged us to find it…I can’t and won’t apologize for what I found…It is there for you to see as well, if you wish to look for it…

      I can’t prove myself right or wrong until I am able to make a trip to look where the poem says to go…That’s few months away right now…When I do get my shot I will post the solution I have and explain everything at that time…Maybe you will believe it when you see it, maybe not…

      I will make only one trip and I’m done with the chase anyway, win or lose…There can be only one path to the treasure and you must find it in the poem beforehand…ff said that, not I…Multiple paths are useless over thinking and just plain guessing…

      Otherwise, have a nice vacation or stay home and play canasta…Not my words either…Guess who?…And there is no need for ff to even acknowledge my existence, he knows what I have…

      Best of luck to you and have a very Merry Christmas…


      • Sam- for whatever it’s worth, I don’t think Dave was saying you are wrong….I think he is just failing to find a logical reason for people to repeat ad nausium things like “the answer is there and YOU have to find it like I did” because apparently YOU do too. I mean if it’s intended to help people then say what you think it is, and if not…then most of us are clearly capable of reading it the first few times so it starts to seem like a taunt and gets a little old after awhile. Maybe Dal could start a thread for “people that already KNOW the answer” and all the people that have it solved could post to each other about how smart they are. There could even be IQ contests and you could tell each other how forrest knows you’re right and celebrate by not going to the exact place you KNOW there’s several million dollars because you prefer to wait. There could be a secret password so nobody could lurk in on the celebration festivities. C’mon now….if you knew it was there you would spend a couple grand or even beg borrow or steal and melt the snow for gods sake. It’s millions of dollars. Period. I don’t mean this to you personally…I just agree with Dave in general….anyone that’s smart enough to solve the poem should simply be smart enough to go get it.

        • Jamie,
          I couldn’t have said that any better myself.
          To those who think they’ve solved it, the long, flowery, technical mumbo jumbo language doesn’t convince many of us who know how to write our complicated thoughts simply.
          In other words, intelligence isn’t measured by complexity of words.
          I give a lot more credibility to those who write the way they actually speak. Conversationally, and not as though you were reciting a college dissertation.

      • Its all about samsmith look at me i know something, Sometimes its better to keep your comments that are geared being rude to people in check my friend, make sure you know where to cross when you get to that point.

  16. If you can’t prove anything right or wrong then why correct people when they give their opinions? You’re blaming Fenn for his poem. Others have said stop talking and get out there if you think you’ve got it, because they have heard you say the same things over and over. I’m not sure what you are looking for. To help someone find it before you or for us all admire that you found it before us. No need to respond. I’m taking a break from this.

    Apologize Lynn for the distraction. He happened to correct me on your blog and so that is where I responded.

    • Tis a grand idea Any. That would be fun. A New Years party. A summer cook out. I think we shoud video a TV reality show! Everyone on their search and the finder take a all!

  17. Sounds to be a Son of a Biscuit Eater. Only Royal Navy would drink Grog or a Scallywag Hollywood pirate.

    Hear me warning across your bow. Be gone before this seadog finishes me Bumbo and sends ye to visit ole Davy Jones.

  18. Lynn D do yee think thee needs to stir the pot. Yee knows many a pirate has an eye on what be cookin. Most be a fearen to cross swords with Fenn a waiten till the ships deck is level and thaar be smooth sailing. I’ll be showen Capt fenn more respect myself.

  19. Avast Ye me hearties and listen good. Tis a sad entry me must scriibble in me ships log this day after last nights duels and many a fightin words. Me thinks some were gravely wounded. Haven’t ye ever heard o ” many hands makes light work?” The same goes fer thinkin thoughts, IMHO. Any imagines is a blessin in me mind so put your gauntlets an swords away and toughin up yer hides!!!

  20. I didn’t expect to have my view backed up by so many. Thank you. I was starting to feel any time I’d reiterate something Fenn said he was going to come on and blast me that it was wrong. I’m sure he’s excited for his solution but would be nice if he would wait till after his search to correct others.

    • I like samsmiths comments.
      f says that when someone presents info that is incorrect, it takes a wise man to secretly smile, instead of trying to correct him.
      Be wise Dave.

  21. Well pieces o 9. Me never said me was the smart one. Some other bloke did at that. And me can’t help but wonder what kind o pirate needs a smooth sea~~~meself, I do enjoy settin me ship upon the waves~~

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