Scrapbook One Hundred Ninety Seven…


JANUARY 22nd, 2019

A More Human Side of the Chase

Normally I don’t read long emails, but these three came to me with the flavor of a different personality. Lee, who is from New York, was drawn to the chase by the desire for companionship with a friend who had no rigid expectations. This is their story. f

Dear Mr. Fenn;
I have written you before and I feel like you have become a great friend of mine even though I have not had the pleasure of meeting you.  I hope you won’t mind if, in the future, I address you as Dear Forrest – you have become very dear to me.

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Here is a picture of my best friend in all the world – Tyke.  Tyke and I took the train to search for your treasure in Colorado this summer, and (look at his face), we had the time of our lives.  After we got home, I learned that Tyke had terminal cancer.  As I write this, I’m about to lose my best friend, and I feel lost.  How can I ever thank you enough for getting us on that train and creating a wonderful memory that will last into eternity for us?  Words don’t suffice, but my heart is full.

Happy New Year, my dear Forrest.


Dear Forrest;
Thanks to you, we had four glorious “Fenn trips” – two were camping, in which we stopped at all sorts of fantastic places (Dodge City, the Daniel Boone National Forest, some reservations, we went to Pagosa Springs and camped out (with my father who is 3 months younger than you and a cancer survivor) in 38 degrees – and no, I did not think that Where Warm Waters Halt was Pagosa Springs!  We just wanted to see it.

I wish I knew you better because I think we have many shared interests.  I am around the same age as your daughters. My baby died on January 2nd.  Now I have to finish the story that we started together.


Dear Forrest;
I wanted to send you two more pictures of Tyke, to show you what a handsome fellow he was, and what a sweet soul.  He made friends wherever he went because he was so full of love and enthusiasm, and he thought that everyone was his friend.

On our last two trips, we took the train, and he made friends with people in the station, other people in the sleeping car, the conductor!  One girl I met on the train took pictures of Tyke and has them on her refrigerator!

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90 thoughts on “Scrapbook One Hundred Ninety Seven…

  1. What sweet baby. I’m so sorry that he passed away. What great memories. We always take our Cowgirl with us, I think she enjoys it, and she will let us know if anything is around.
    What a beautiful picture of the creek and wood. ❤️

    • Sorry my comments on this post are so tardy! The notifications went into my “junk” mail – which I’ve now remedied! I’m sure Cowgirl loves her Fenn trips!!! The creek and wood are my land that is still mine despite so many attempts to take and destroy it (I’m on my 9th battle). I agree with Forrest – someday it will all be paved over, and I am holding onto this land with the tenacity of a Tyke.

  2. Losing a best friend is hard. I’ve lost many over the years. I just wish dogs lived longer.

  3. Hey Lee.

    Tyke had an adventure of a lifetime through Forrest’s Chase. I think it goes without Saying that you will never forget this final kinship created through the adventure.

    And you should never forgive Him for not sniffing out the treasure. I mean, come on Tyke! 🙂

    Just kidding. He looked like a very, very good boy.

    • Exactly! I never would have thought to have taken this adventure with Tyke had it not been for the wonderful Forrest! Tyke will have to give me some hints (hints or clues?) from Heaven, won’t he? 🙂

  4. Awe sweet stories!
    Thank you for sharing Mr. Fenn.
    You have made this Chase so memorable for so many.

    Clearly Clueless

  5. I am so sorry that you lost you best friend, Lee. It looks like he was loved very much and knew it too. I love all animals, but dogs have a special place in my heart . I’m sure that your buddy had the time of his life exploring and having adventures by your side. The last picture is just the best and a lovely tribute to “Mans (and Woman’s ) best friend “
    Gotta go…* Seriously tearing up *

  6. What a heart warmer!
    The scrapbook too.
    Yeah, you really are a heckava heart warmer Dear Forrest.

  7. Our beloved animals sure have a way of teaching and reminding us how to be human. Your Tyke sure looks like he is content in those pictures. What a priceless gift the two of you shared in those moments. I know how lost I would be without my fur babies. My heart goes out to you, Lee.

  8. Forrest, those emails from Lee reached in and grabbed my heart and soul. Tears welled. You must receive many touching stories like this. They must pull at your heart strings often. You are a compassionate soul. Lee, I’m sorry for your loss. Afana

  9. So very sorry Lee. I love animals and I agree with Wil Rogers who said “If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went,”

  10. Lee – I’m very sorry for your loss. Tyke looked like a good boy and I’m happy to see that he got Paws On The Ground (POTG).

    Not to break your heart anymore, but I wanted to share this poem/video by Jimmy Stewart on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson (1981):

    “Beau” by Jimmy Stewart

    He never came to me when I would call
    Unless I had a tennis ball,
    Or he felt like it,
    But mostly he didn’t come at all.
    When he was young
    He never learned to heel
    Or sit or stay,
    He did things his way.
    Discipline was not his bag
    But when you were with him things sure didn’t drag.
    He’d dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
    And when I’d grab him, he’d turn and bite me.
    He bit lots of folks from day to day,
    The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
    The gas man wouldn’t read our meter,
    He said we owned a real man-eater.
    He set the house on fire
    But the story’s long to tell.
    Suffice it to say that he survived
    And the house survived as well.
    On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
    He was always first out the door.
    The Old One and I brought up the rear
    Because our bones were sore.
    He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
    What a beautiful pair they were!
    And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
    They created a bit of a stir.
    But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
    And with a frown on his face look around.
    It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
    And would follow him where he was bound.
    We are early-to-bedders at our house — I guess I’m the first to retire.
    And as I’d leave the room he’d look at me
    And get up from his place by the fire.
    He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
    And I’d give him one for a while.
    He would push it under the bed with his nose
    And I’d fish it out with a smile.
    And before very long He’d tire of the ball
    And be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
    And there were nights when I’d feel him Climb upon our bed
    And lie between us,
    And I’d pat his head.
    And there were nights when I’d feel this stare
    And I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there
    And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
    And sometimes I’d feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.
    He would wake up at night
    And he would have this fear
    Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
    And he’d be glad to have me near.
    And now he’s dead.
    And there are nights when I think I feel him
    Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
    And I pat his head.
    And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
    And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
    But he’s not there.
    Oh, how I wish that wasn’t so,
    I’ll always love a dog named Beau.

    • Thank you for this poem, Allen! And thanks KK and Arfana and Donna and Captain Ahabseeks and everyone! This is what the Fenn community should be always. Thank you for the kindness!

  11. I love how she didn’t let the loss stop her from remembering the times she shared. It’s the chase that matters. The rest is bonus. I’ve never been West of the Mississippi, but thanks to FF for helping to light that fire under my buttocks, I’ll be hitting the Rockies this year. Forrest, you really do touch us all in a weird sort of way, you truly are a remarkable person. It would be an honor to meet you one day.

  12. Lee and Forrest;

    Thanks Forrest for sharing Lee’s notes to you, and Thank You Lee for letting us share in your memories of your best friend. Animals, and especially doge seem to be able to look into our souls, dig around a bit, and then bring to the surface the very best that is in us. Such precious gifts they are to us all. Thanks for sharing – JDA

  13. What a very heartfelt story. Thanks for posting. That is just the thing Mr. Fenn wanted people to do. I’m sure he loved your story and pictures, i know I sure did. great story.

  14. Thank you Sir for sharing this. May the Chase continue for thousands and thousands of years! With just as many Scrapbooks! I did not seek the treasure in 2018. I may Indulge myself this year…or maybe never. Everyone stay safe out there. Safety first!

  15. Beautiful story Lee… Sorry for your loss.
    Tyke looks like the best dog ever! I think Forrest has a soft spot for good dogs… 🙂 Not only Tesque and now Willy but don’t fotget he traveled to many roads end with Rusty… And then there’s also Tucker 🙂

    • I love it! And they’re probably racing around with Tyke now. I had no idea that Tyke had cancer when I took this last trip. So you realize that it was due entirely to Forrest that we had such a magnificent blowout – it is impossible for me to recall Tyke without remembering our friend who sent us on this quest. My smiles will forever be caught up in my memory of these last sorrow-filled days. But for Forrest, I would not have had that.

  16. There are treasures buried in my own backyard, and I’ve dug for too many of them over the past few years. The diagnosis isn’t always the same but the prognosis usually is. The stages come clean now. No more stuttering, lurching back and forth. And all the while I look forward with a sense of inevitable pain and my dark duty to dig yet another hole for lost treasure.

  17. Lee,
    Don’t know you or if you will even read this. I have a five year old rescued dog and she is a light in Nature. She loves water and brings much joy to my family. We are better and safer for taking care of her as she alerts us to our surroundings. Inner reflection tells me we should all seek to take care of one another in the big picture. We have to remain present and protect liberty for the future. I am greatful that your purpose and truth came too light with your adventures with Tyke. The experience of being a participant of and mindful seeker in this Chase has been solidified by reading your messages to Mister Fenn. Thank you!

    • I am reading yours! And yes, the chase really is what it is about. Only one will retrieve the gold, but everyone has been given the chance to create treasures of their own making. A normal vacation isn’t quite the same. This is a quest, and we make of it what we will.

  18. Why doesn’t anyone address the obvious hints in this story he dropped in here? Idk if there is really a Lee(if there is and he is just using yr story as a launch pad then sorry for your loss) but means west(if taken in context of GYpsy Magic) or down wind. Then the dear forest x4, seriously not a one of you see this? No way! I call BS. The Story about trains in Colorado and line 23 in poem. Which story you chews will lead the wrong way fur you need 8 minimum. Lee Metcalf forest within the Beaverhead-DEERlodge FORREST. Beaver, brown. Train to Fir, Co where you must take a train to get to band stage. Lines 17/18 is abandon. That’s the answer to those lines. A band on. Abandon. I knew I was the one some call the Hunter but wow I didn’t know I was that far ahead. What a story this make. To walk is a month name. Maverick MTN skiing has a John Wayne statue. Discovery MTN has a run called Gold Bug. I’ll Peak, Running man of Co, ducking sams near broadway, a BB everywhere I look… I have 7, well 8 now. Pattern established, they all have a below hob, they are all contiguous to another, be it from B’s and D’s, archery, profiles, etc. The trick was to use a square knot, know what a clue was, finds its matches on a map. When you know you just know cause they fit so tight to a couple of particular stanzas. Why do you think people are so sold on their solves? Didn’t that make you go hmmm? It’s probably cause they have one of the clues and think this area contains all the clues but if they looked honestly at their solve they’d see it doesn’t fit all of the poem. When you get enough you see the emerging pattern, it’s a metapuzzle, sorta. It’s riddles need solved. Example, one of the clue/Map points has a place referring to future for The end is ever drawing nigh. Another has a draw that moves west. James Niehouse is an artist of Ski maps whose mentor was named Brown. His name has Nigh. Another place had a character in history who is line 12 to a Tee and is why Fenn put the story about getting home on Xmas Eve. Most have an image that can be seen from the air. When you have enough you realize they all have hob. The last clue takes you back to start and then you realize what treasures must be bold. I could give you what this means but without the clue/map places it wouldn’t do u any good. Yes the points when dot to dot create an image that matches the PATTERN. Time stamps puzzle/clue solved also. Brilliant btw… Give you another answer also. The aNSWErs I already….NSWE is a compass rose. The a rose the a rose the arose the arose. Listen good. Deeepthnkr out.

    • I guess you ARE that far ahead. Your level of thinking is just beyond some of us. Go get it!!

    • Sometimes, a story of companionship, loss, and love is all that is intended.

      Thank you Forrest and Lee for a warm hug this Winter.

    • Deep Thinker, you are thinking too deeply! I am real, Tyke is and was real, and so was my loss. No clues in this story. Just Forrest being kind to me, and Forrest is very dear to me.

      • I know how hard it is to lose a furry friend – so I can really empathize with you on your loss of Tyke. I know another dog would never completely fill the void Tyke left, but I hope you find another to fill some of it. All the best.

        • I will. Next year, on the anniversary of the day I got him, I will retrieve some abused pitfalls from the pound. Not to replace him (impossible!!) but to honor him. At the moment, the void is too big – I need a little time, but then I know my duty. So many suffering little ones, and such a drop in the bucket when we can help one or two.

  19. F:

    Nice. There’s just nothing better than hiking solo, with no clock, no time constraints to rush things along, no ‘destination’ in mind to click off that photo or get that souvenir watch fob to click off that bucket list, and just a trusty unleashed free-roaming animal friend quietly by your side to share the experience with .. I miss those days ..

    B ..

  20. Those friends we have like that are so precious. My mosby liked running around colorado too. He was my friend and would lie beside me when I would cry after my husband took his life. He died too a few years ago.
    I think those special animals are sent here to make sure we feel loved. When humans reject and judge us at the end of the day they always greet us with a wag and a hug.
    I think we will see them again on the other side where the meadows are endless and the days last forever….bless your heart.

    • Yes. I am sure they are here to help us be better people. And I have no doubt that you will see Mosby again!

  21. I understand.
    My dog was named Lucky. He passed right before I found the chase.
    I miss him.


  22. I’ve always believed that dogs often reflect their owner’s character qualities. I’m guessing that Lee is every bit as personable, friendly, outgoing and enthusiastic as Tyke.

    Lee — sorry for your loss. Please do visit your local animal shelters and adopt your next best friend. There are several great ones waiting for you.

    • Thank you aardvarkbark!! I will try to do more. I want to see if I can also adopt some unwanted other animals, too, such as a pig or two, a mini-donkey, etc. I also am a wildlife rehabber and I can never go on a Fenn trip until after all the spring baby animal orphans – the squirrels, opossums, chipmunks, woodchucks, fawns, etc. – are weaned and released! Imagine going on a treasure hunt with all of them in tow! :). But yes, I always get my dogs from the shelter. It’s just that they threw away the mold when God made Tyke!

  23. I don’t think there is anything in creation that demonstrates unconditional love as a dog does, great friends life story. Nice very nice. Be safe well and warm.

  24. Lee, so sorry for your less but your heart shines with the memories the two of you created and that my friend is the true meaning of The Thrill of the Chase. Our Friends, Our Loved ones will forever be remembered and never forgotten. That’s all our dogs dream about I’m sure.

    Rest in Peace Tyke

  25. Lee,

    I’m a animal lover of all types and had dogs for most of my life. They help you in so many ways and our thoughts always remember them after they have left our lives. Thanks for sharing some good times with us, and thank you Forrest for all the stories and info you post in these scrapbooks.
    Take care,

  26. Looks like Tyke lived a very good life! That’s the best that any of us can hope for!
    I’m glad that you got to go on adventures together. Take care, Lee.

  27. Lee, and Forrest, about your friend Tyke, who was truly a handsome fellow, his life and yours is not lived just to arrive at your destination, it is a journey, sometimes by train, some by silver winged jets and some by sea, but it is about the thrill of the chase, searching for that new horizon that keeps us looking toward the future, planning, hoping . Do not stop enjoying and find new friends. Please enjoy this slow train to the highest point in USA for a passenger service, shot from 10,199′ …..if its too slow then then enjoy this


    • I’ve ridden the Toltec. Beautiful trip into some of the oldest rock on the surface of big blue. Why would anyone be scared slurb? Doesn’t make sense…does not compute beep beep…:)

  28. Thank you for sharing, Forrest and Lee.
    I’m sorry for your loss. I just couldn’t imagine losing my Pepper dog, but she turns 12 on Valentine’s day…
    Lots of memories to cherish.

  29. I’m so sorry for your loss, Lee. Tyke sounds like an awesome dog. My dog passed a few years ago, and sometimes I still hear his collar jingle jangle and know he is happily playing on the other side. Keep your ears open and hang in there!

  30. so sorry about your pet.we always grieve our pets,because they become part of our family.and mr. forrest ,I’m sure you miss william marvin fenn jr. very he was your brother that you looked up was his pupil.skip was the dude for you.your doppelganger.

  31. Beautiful pictures Lee! Looks like Tyke enjoyed the adventures you took him on! Looks liike he had a great life. Thanks for sharing Forrest. Our dogs are loved (maybe too much) and are part of the family. Our 16 yr old black lab, unfortunately is getting too old for BOTG and also has cancer. Our 3 yr old boxer loves BOTG, but hates it when my TTOTC research takes time from him. The book is literally ripped to tiny pieces of shrapnel. That book is very durable, believe me. I have tried to rip pages out unsuccessfully.

    • So sorry to hear about your black lab!! It’s a terrible, cruel disease. Your boxer must love Forrest as much as Tyke did!!!

  32. I can’t believe I made it onto a Forrest scrapbook! Thank you. Tyke was the best boy ever (ever). I got him by going to the pound, and asking what dog was scheduled to be euthanized that day, and out charged Tyke and our souls never separated again. I had him during 11 very difficult years – the death of my mother, the govt. seizure of my land (Forrest and I share a lot of attitude in common on that score!), etc. and then came this treasure hunt into our lives, and gave us some much-needed sunshine. Thank you everyone for your wonderful and heart-felt posts – Forrest Fenn did this too, creating this very special community, and I feel honored to join you. Forrest, I owe YOU a treasure. The trips that Tyke and I took were special beyond words. And those memories will carry beyond this life and into the next. xxx ooo

    • Lee your 3 letters to Fenn are a great tribute to your stricken friend, our condolences for your loss. Relish the memories, think back to fun times together and never forget the adventures shared. More will come your way soon.

      Cancer is such an uncivilized thing, my family and friends terrorized by its touch, I am so very tired of that word. No effort, prayer or medical procedure has been left untried to slow it destructive path, and yet it persists, Why?

      PS: Welcome to the Forum. Looking forward to your Posts.

      • I agree about cancer. We have had it in our family too much too, and of course none of us would be writing on this Forum had it not been for Forrest’s own brush with it. Thank you for the welcome. I must remember to get on here frequently!

  33. Nice Post. Lost two dogs in 2017 – one a Westie named Tags (smart & loyal who loved tickles) who became deaf and blind from old age and the other a golden Cocker Spaniel named Narla (Most gentle soul ever) who developed lymphoma at a young age. Both eventually became too poorly to live a fulfilled life and a decision was eventually made to euthanize.

    I cry very little (at least try not to), but I couldn’t stop the tears those days.

    Both missed dearly everyday.

    Tyke looks like he’s loving it in those pics! Lovely scenery in the second picture!


    • Sorry to hear that Narla was stricken so young! I know all about those tears. Thanks for appreciating my land in the picture. Forrest is right – soon every inch of this kind of beauty will be paved over. Perhaps those touched by Forrest will be in the forefront of efforts to save what is beautiful around them. That is my compassionate wish, anyway.

  34. Losing anything or anyone you are attached to sucks. Sorry for your loss Lee, sincerely.

    I’m struck by the herd (or heard) of dears and deers lately. Dal’s story that Deer was killing forest…the pando forest that is. Then Dear Forrest x 3 in this scrapbook. Yes, Forrest is dear.

    My book is coming soon too…Dear Dad…featuring LeRoy….not LeeRoy…. I think you all should read it. It will answer another dear and deer.

    Aren’t coincidences grand? They are what dreams are made of I think. Or maybe reality. It all comes down to heart in the end.

    Again Lee, regards truly to you and Tyke. Heart for your loss.

  35. Sorry for your loss Lee and happy for your many memories. Love the last picture of Lee on the post.

  36. Flyer-

    You have truly touched hundreds of thousands of people across our nation. You have invited people into your home and more importantly you have invited them into your heart.

    Stay Golden. And Special blessings to you and your family.

    Warm regards,

  37. RIP Tyke. We lost our two sweethearts Chloe and Keisha this year. They were both 14 when they passed just weeks apart even though one lived in WA and one lived in FL.

  38. A touching scrapbook. I’m sorry for the loss of your best friend, Lee. I’m glad you both shared great memories in this adventure.

    Thank you for sharing this story with us, Mr. Fenn.

  39. Lee…The only flaw in great dogs is they don’t live longer. Sarah-Rarah, our 14 year old lab, is still wagging her tail, eating well, and “going” outside. Like me, she’s a bit stiff in the joints, takes a while to get moving in the morning, but still barking and enjoying life. Sarah is too old to take on my next BOTG, but wherever I am I know we’re both thinking about one another. Friends like Sarah… dedicated, brave, I’ll-love-you-no-matter-what types, are difficult to come by. So sorry to hear of Tyke’s passing. Peace.

    • TJ, this world could use more love like yours and Sarah’s. I can only imagine how happy you both are when you get back to her.

      Lee, sorry for your loss but happy for your shared journey and the memories that keep.

    • TJ,
      (Please excuse me intruding on your reply ) I know that is hard to watch our furry friends start to decline as they get older. And you are right 100% . Dogs only design flaw is that they are only with us for a short time. They make liquid that may help your pooch called Next Level. It’s for horseyas well but it works great.
      I hope this helps !

  40. Tex was a good trail dog. When he was a pup we took him up borestone mountain, and there were places where I had to push him up where there were iron handholds hammered into the rock. Now I sometimes have to help him up the stairs. When we’re on the woods road he will look at me over his shoulder with his yellow eyes and it’s like he’s beckoning me on to a place where he must go soon, and I will follow, in a little while-

  41. So sorry for your loss. I know how it feels to have a loyal friend suddenly taken away. Our dog Maggie died about 8 years ago and we buried her under an apple tree behind our back fence. Every time I look out of our kitchen window I think about her. Now the tree is old and dying too. Everything has it’s season. May your memories sustain you. God bless.

  42. My long haired Dachshund Spencer lived 17 years. I buried him last month. I feel your pain.

  43. This is a scrapbook story that seems to have ignited memories within many of us. It brings back memories of when our boxer, Cedes (Mercedes Jezebel Starr), passed away. Needless to say, one of my four sons said to me after her funeral, “Mom, you are not allowed to give the eulogy at any more dog funerals.” You know the feeling, you feel so strong, but when the heart felt words should be passing your lips, tears come instead. Stronger and more profuse with each passing moment. Then, the choked up feeling becomes contagious to everyone in attendance … out in the shade behind the garage that has become the family pet grave site / memorial area.

    May Tyke romp with all of the other fur babies patiently waiting for their loving masters at Rainbow Bridge ….. What a reunion it is promised to be. ….. For every sad action … there is an opposite and equal happy reaction ….. RIP Tyke and Bless You Lee

  44. Veronica, tearing up is sometimes good for us. I understand (wink, wink).
    And seriously . . . tears filled my eyes the day I first had a good look at FF’s
    special place. I look straight forward to going there again in the summer. All IMO.

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