Scrapbook Two Hundred Four…


August, 2019


West Yellowstone, as I remember…

berriesSometimes our family would go out into the country-side north of town to pick wild berries. We usually had to drive off the road and around the trees and underbrush for a few minutes to find a ripe huckleberry bush. Dad knew where they were, and we could usually fill a pail. Berries were great for breakfast with Wheaties. We ate a lot of Wheaties, and mom made really great jam that was good on top of hot biscuits. Yes, I still remember.

The kids competed with each other to see who could gather the most berries. I always lost because I munched too much as I picked.

There were strawberry bushes too, but they were isolated, the fruit was small, and it hung close to the ground. We didn’t mess with those guys.

It was not unusual for black bears to be eating berries on bushes within short walking distance from us. When that happened, mom would start singing. Dad said to leave them alone and if they moved toward us, just give them space. There were plenty of berries to go around. That was in the 1930s, and early 40s. I never heard of anyone being hurt by a black bear up there. Meeting a grizzly was different, but it was not something we worried about. If one ever wandered in to command the berry bushes, we surely would have retreated at a nervous pace. We never had to. Those were fun family times. f






196 thoughts on “Scrapbook Two Hundred Four…

  1. Oh Forrest, there you go with those biscuits again!!! I bet those were some really great times. Back when life was simple.

    • Haha right after your biscuit basin write up.

      Also noted, don’t go for the low hanging fruit, which could be related to Madison Junction? Just a thought.

        • James, or should I call you “Biscuit” I think the operative word might just be the “Basin” you know like the one we shave in, at home in the morning, where warm waters halt!

          Forrest is so sublime with hints, but a clue with his pen hides in plane or plain site.

          Which Basin? 106.3141? That BEARING seems likely, but the other one, not the one on North Main, the illusive one is where all the lines (tangents) meet re read scrapbook 106 from f to E.

          Is it just me or is there a “Holy Field” with a silhouette in our blaze ing future?


          • Tom Terrific – See also: Madison Basin. Below the Continental Divide. Where all the lines meet; namely, the state lines of Idaho, Wyoming and Montana.

            Look at the ‘big pitcher’ that pours into the Madison River.

            And read T.S. Elliot’s “Little Gidding” again: “The source of the longest river…”

            Madison River > Missouri River > Mississippi River > Gulf of Mexico

            Pretty long river.

    • a good life worth remembering thank you for taking us back to memories i could see myself standing there watching the action of coarse i had to munch a few too imagination is fun.

      • may be He’s telling us the season is ripe for all us kindred spirits be safe out there last post i think for the night sorry i didn’t think of every thing at once to many post pack your survival gear. night all you kindred souls.

  2. I grew up spending my summers in Teton National Park, south of Yellowstone. I did quite a bit of huckleberry picking myself in those mountains. We ran into black bears quite a bit too. Didn’t see grizzlies very often, and never close up, thankfully.

    • Maybe this alleged lead searcher did and Forrest saying that they shouldn’t have. Just a guess lol

      • I think Cynthia was looking at a solve with Strawberry something as one of the clues. She apparently emailed f about this the day before the scrapbook came out. Maybe he is telling her this is not where it’s at!

        • That is a definitely a possibility. I took this as someone is close to being the Huckle bearer (since chest is a casket) but they went for the low hanging fruit

  3. Yum! Just got back from YNP. We like to stay at MHS. Those huckleberry pancakes…. heaven! Saw some little strawberries out hiking, too. 🙂

  4. Thank you Forrest and Dal. I always look forward to your scrapbooks.

    For those looking for any hints I did notice something regarding the last two SB’s. I have no idea if it is a hint or not.

    From #203: “Yeah, it’s just like Eli to do something like that” f

    From #204: “Yes, I still remember”

    Both of these sentences are tagged on to the end of a paragraph, and both start with Y, I

    Probably nothing—-but thought I’d throw that in.

        • Everyone knows Astree is the one to watch in this Chase. With this Book of Scrap coming today, IT is not a matter of “if the chest is found”, but “when the chest is found.” We are three days past the annual golden day of the rat, and there only 222 days left in the year. The hangar doors are open and the craft is taxiing down the runway headed toward the event horizon. It is only a matter of time.

  5. Nice story. We did our fair share of Huckleberry picking growing up too. Actually two days ago I was out about and picked a few handfuls. Great stuff. Oh how I want to go on a walkabout.

    They say there are no coincidences in life.

  6. Thanks for posting such a lovely little story Forrest. I can almost taste the berries now – They seem to be getting closer and closer – at least in my mind 🙂 Beware the biscuits though 🙂 they can cause sudden changes in weight if one is not careful – :- ( haha JDA

  7. Going to the mountains and picking berries is one of my favorite memories. When my Mother was young in Libby Montana she would go up to the Valley of Lost Souls for the berries. When I was growing up we vacationed on the coast of Oregon and would hike up the hills to find the berries. Back home we plant some in the backyard. Finding a big bush of untouched blackberry is a treasure.

    • This scrapbook brought back memories of my own blackberry picking days. I was with my best friend gathering after a swim and I used the skirt of my suit and used it as a basket, not paying attention I was leaving a nice pretty color on it. I thought I was going to get punished by my mother, but she knew how to get it out. Lessons learned: Never gather berries on white cloth; eat the darn things right off the shrub, and Mom’s are the greatest. 🙂

  8. I like this scrapbook! Berry picking with family sounded like a lot of fun and having less berries in the pail more so. 🙂 Wheaties, Breakfast of Champions…I remember eating it, but more Cheerios when I was a kid with a spoonful of sugar to kill the taste. Warm biscuits and berries, yum! I wonder if his mother made baking soda biscuits. Thank you for sharing this memory, Mr. Fenn.

  9. Sounds like Yellowstone Bears and wildlife are nicer than those in PA….. I love black raspberries and there USED to be lots of bushes with the berries along the edge of our fields…. but this Spring I went to go pick some for Jelly and those animals left me none….lol…. not even a few for top one bowl of cereal…. I guess the early bears (and deer) got the fruit here!…..

    • A couple weekends ago in Rocky Mountain National Park, we searched for wild raspberries, but due to the late snowfalls, the blooms are just now beginning and may not make it to maturity.

        • Recently had some homemade black raspberry custard pie. It was a special treat. I can understand why the bears can’t leave your raspberry bushes alone, but too bad they couldn’t leave you just a few!

    • Black raspberries… my favorite! Never find them out here on the West Coast. Favorite childhood memories on the farm, … wood burning stove in the kitchen & aunties, arms purple to the elbows , “putting-up” black raspberry jam for the the winter. It got stored on shelves in the dirt-floor cellar. Careful, don’t step on the humps, them’s the apples wrapped in burlap sacks and buried for the winter pies. Our kitchen had a hand pump right in the kitchen so the water never froze like the pump in the yard. When Uncle Eddie came back from Korea (he’d been a POW for near the whole war) and got all his back-pay, he put running water in the house … A sink! a tub! and best of all, a toilet! Lincoln IL, 1953.
      Never get black raspberries out here in CA, I miss them.

      • Thank you for sharing this memory, OS2. I really enjoyed it. Have you considered to go online and order black raspberry shrubs so you can plant them in California?

        • Great idea, but I’m now too old and feeble to keep a garden; and as I recall, black raspberries need cold winters. HA! ‘cold ‘may soon be a thing for future memoirs too. All my able-bodied pickers are off to jobs & college. I think their memories will be McNuggets at McDonnalds and the smell of ammonia washed floors. The millennium dances on… no food pills for broccoli and squash yet, but plenty of pumpkin sized containers of protein powders and blenders cruising the counter-tops. Smiles & thanks backatcha for relating pdenver.

    • Good one, Writis. My son is colorblind. To him…blue berries are red, when they are green…and green when they are red. Myself…I’m well read…and still green around the gills…and sometimes a bit ripe at the end of the day.

      There must be endless fresh berries in Heaven…and Friends to pick and eat them with.

      I’m sure of It…

      • You guys are clever! I feel like I had to stretch my mind in order to get that one. Reminds me of a riddle my dad told me when I was a youngster —

        “What’s black, white, and red all over?”

        OR (another)

        “What’s red and green and goes 60 miles an hour?!”
        (I’ll give you a hint: it’s really green, but then turns red. {wince} sorry, I tried to stay away from that one.)

    • Hi Writis: blackberries, too! Loved picking them as a kid in northern VA. Blackberries, cream and sugar. No Wheaties required. 😉

  10. IMO, f may have written this in response to Dal’s “Give me a Break Solution”. I think f is saying the same thing as Dal, but in his secret style, saying don’t bother with Hegben Lake area, North of West Yellowstone, don’t bother with the low lying fruit (strawberries). It is a metaphor.

    • Homebrew,

      I see speculation has dropped in again for a refreshing and simple story. I see desperation for a theory as to why he wrote what he did. Play canasta, you’ll then have better things to do.

      Just Say’n

      • Forrest, the 89 year old man who said he’s done with the blogs back in his last six questions, has more of a reason and a message than telling us about berries. I personally think someone is close, like close enough to nail this in his lifetime and return that bracelet. If you honestly think that he’s just filling the communities mind with some wholesome story about berries, I think it’s time to re-evaluate things. There’s no way Forrest is just giving us filler. These messages most definitely have a meaning even if your solve doesn’t see that meaning.

        • An interesting observation Double a. I guess time will tell. If it is not about berries, what might it be about? Any ideas? – JDA

          • JDA,

            I have a feeling this SB will ring a bell with the right person. As well as SB 203. IMO

          • im not sure myself, if so id be on my way but its my belief that his words lead to the gold in one respect or another. perhaps theres a connection between burry and berries. perhaps strawberries is a combination of the word burry and the word straw, only meant as in “straw” horse. as in – straw horse – any weak argument or proposal that won’t hold up to intense scrutiny. as i said its strictly my opinion and who knows what else someone can find in there for secondary themes but i just feel forrest has a reason for his thoughts beyond entertaining us.

          • I believe he is Just sharing the good times he experienced with us because he knows we are all the one’s that enjoy them so much and he cares about every one of us. so don’t take your belt off when you enter your creek

  11. Look at Forrest finally scrapbooking again. I love it. Funny how great minds think alike I was just thinking about West Yellowstone today, although that’s not where I search. Maybe one day I will be in love with West Yellowstone.

    Hhmmm is the treasure berried?
    I know that was a good one. Ha ha!!!

    Forrest glad u are writing again. I always get excited. Ha ha ha.

  12. Yes sir, I remember the good ole days of picking huckleberries, chokecherries, sarvisberries, raspberries, strawberries, gooseberries and even wild carrots. Just like Forrest I and my brothers picked berries and most of them went into our bellies than the four buckets we carried.

    Good ole days of summer in Montana, outside of Bozeman picking the fruits of nature for jelly, syrup and wine for our father.

    Thanks Forrest for the trip back to the good ole days.

  13. Loved the story made me think of going BlackBerry picking down in Florida when I was a kid.never thinking of snakes,cause birds loved those berries too.mama would sell a bucket or two
    And keep some and make a BlackBerry pie.i loved to eat the juice and crust of pie.cause the berries had seeds in them.thanks for the good ole birthday was august 12th,your birthday august husband Ralph’s is august 25th. So happy birthday to us all mr. mother in laws birthday is August 12th like mine.ralphs stepfather died July 24th.but they could not bury him until august 12th
    Only time fort sam Houston cemetery had open.what a birthday for mom and me.she turned 90 years father in law was 93 years old when he died.he was a paratrooper in world war 2 and in Korean you mr.forrest.more stories often would be nice if you feel up too it. You have the best stories.

  14. @Dal,

    Makes me wonder if Forrest heard you and I talking about him needing to put out more SB’s the other night.


  15. Another nice scrapbook. Huckleberry Hot Springs just south of YNP and north of the Tetons seems too obvious if there are any hints in this scrapbook, and there probably aren’t any. My take, other than this being a sweet story, is that Forrest doesn’t consider roaming around black bears and in possible grizzly habitat a dangerous place. He and his siblings are the example he used in this scrapbook. “The treasure is not hidden in a dangerous place. You can take your kids”. IMO.

    • Nice catch Cynthia. He considers grizzly territory as not a dangerous place, yet at the same time it can probably be considered as NPFTM. It may not be that dangerous but meek people might think so. My last search included grizzly territory in my NPFTM area.

    • Hello Cynthia. It may only be a bit of confirmation bias to your Sunlight Creek solution, but the strawberries in this scrapbook may put a smile on your face. Enjoyed your write-up and video. Looks like everyone had a great time and the scenery is breathtaking.

    • My take is that Grizzly Bears are the “Generals” in this story…and Yellowstone is the “general” area. IMO.

      • Additionally, the mention of “biscuits” could refer to the recent Biscuit Basin solution posted; perhaps it is considered a “general solve”. What do you think?

  16. Just got back from a family trip to Yellowstone in early August. No searching for wondrous treasure boxes on that trip, but a lot of good memories and beautiful places. A lot of firsts for my two boys, including their first taste of Huckleberry Soda (they loved it). Brought home some huckleberry syrup too!

    Saw lots of black bears (up close), a sow grizzly with two cubs at about 150 yards, and a cow moose and her calf (up close just across Soda Butte Creek).

    Wish I could post pics.

    • those Grizzly signs are posted every where up there they surely put me on my toes I looked all over up there didn’t see either berries or The Grizzly guess i missed the right time of year what a experience i will cherish for the rest of my life and i will go again make noise that way they know your there you don’t want to surprise them. giving them room is the best advice that was given here and move slow if you have to run go down hill. hope that never happens. be safe out there.

  17. Wild Strawberries grow on low plants. … not bushes. I love Montana Huckleberries … we’d fill up pails for mom to make jam and syrup. Usually the black bears kept their distance. We picked up the Blackfoot River near Ovando.

  18. Huckleberry Fenn, that was delicious… I’m glad you are back…

    Note of Thanks: Forrest, I am grateful you dared me to get back outdoors after cancer. Returning to my favorite childhood places in Montana has created a few wonderful memories with my sons, and best friend. I spent nearly every summer weekend of my childhood camping in the Gallatin Canyon while my dad fished. I remember picking wild flowers in a meadow below Storm Castle and loved the red cliffs of Taylors fork.

    One of my favorite memories was created 5 years ago while looking for your treasure with my son Mark – near Blaze mountain. We enjoyed hiking over Pioneer falls to meet a huge bull moose; then switched directions towards Blaze Mountain; pulled a huckleberry bush and munched berries from the bush as we forded cold streams.

    • Huckleberry Fenn!!! Good catch 42 (definitely important literature IMO) and thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories. Be well.

  19. Hoping others smarter than I will sift out any hidden clues. Ounat’s interpretation of buried in straw (strawberry) could be helpful at the end if any one ever finds your treasure.

    The color purple could be important?
    You have to get dirty (stained hands) to enjoy the fruit

  20. Thank you for sharing this with us Forrest! I always love to see things from you. I must say some Huckleberry pie sounds real good too. And it’s in season. I’m starting to think I should have planted some of that in my yard. Instead I planted fruit trees and they seem to be taking a while longer to bear fruit. Oh well we make do with what we are given and I suppose all good things come in their due time.

      • Have you read about Quanah in f’s book OUAW? Have you also seen the stick figure drawing of the woman that f inserted in the revised edition? Makes me think our lead searcher might be a woman, so I took the name for inspiration. I liked the link you provided. LIke the Commanches, I also rode bareback at the age of 6. No reins even, my friend and I jumped on a pony and rode down the hill only to have the breath knocked out of us real good! My great grandmother was full-blooded Cherokee, though.

  21. Ah the simple times. It’s almost berry season again. Always a nice calm outing with the family. Just us, the buckets and the berry’s. Once when I was young my friends and I wandered onto the neighbors property to pick some of the biggest wild blackberry’s, some two inches in size. But no sooner had I weaseled my way into the thicket when we saw the neighbors car barreling down the road towards us. My friends all ran but I was literally held in place by the bushes formidable thorns. There I was, caught red handed. The man got out of his car and said I see you, come on out. I said I can’t, I’ll be torn to shreds. So the man came in after me and got me untangled from witch I was very much so on account of the panic. I thought the next thing he would do was to admonish me for being on his property. Now, maybe he felt sorry for me being all cut up and bloody from waist to face. He said here, give me your bucket. I’m sure we can fill this in no time. These are the best looking berry’s I have ever seen. I agreed and together we picked that bucket full. That year, the next, and the next. Wild blackberry’s far outshine store bought and are best as a jam or jelly and as an ice cream topping. g

    • Oops, didn’t notice I was misspelling berries. Smarter every day. Years ago when I started the chase I noticed I capitalize the word Know, no matter where it appeared in a sentence. I go back and change it, but it still happens every time. I find this very strange. Anyone else experiencing anything like this. Yes, no or is it just me. g

  22. I remember the shirts full of strawberries and having belly aches after eating them all in one sitting..
    The good old days:)

  23. Ok ff, I’ll bite. Why are those wild strawberries a fruitless endeavor – in your opinion?

    Of course huckleberries are my favorite, but those tiny wild strawberries are absolutely delicious. What are you trying to tell us?

    • 42, a possibility: the low-hanging fruit idiom refers to an action that takes almost no effort. More literally, the harvester of said fruit does not need to climb a tree or use a ladder (cross-reference: Dizzy Dean … hmm?) But Forrest’s poem implies some effort will be required (“Your effort will be worth the cold”).

  24. SB 203 SB 204 Togetherness in August. 42 Au . 32 ? I’m feeling like Box Car Willie minus the talent and Right Guard. Does anyone know if the railway past anywhere close to these berry fields?

      • Hank – Yup!

        Acronym Definition

        BBROYGBVGW Bad Boys Race Our Young Girls But Violet Generally Wins (mnemonic for resistor color code)

        BBROYGBVGW Black Brown Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Violet Grey White (electronic resistor color code sequence)

        Ol23456789 = BBROYGBVGW

        Forrest went to Radar School for Airforce training.

        • I love that red black green makes 205 and that’s the trail where the picture was taken. Did you know that Oreo’s are actually very dark brown. Play with that for a bit and then talk to Jake.

          BTW, a resistor with code red black green would be 2,000,000 ohms

          I’m not sure that the resistor color codes are taught in radar mechanics school. Maybe you can look into that.


        • Thank you for explaining, Lisa. Mr. Fenn’s, “Blueberries are red when they are green,” would be 625 to my understanding of the code.

          • pdenver – You’re welcome!

            Yes! Could be an early Summer date reference of June 25th or an early morning hours reference of 6:25am, maybe?

            I love Huckleberry ice cream. I ate loads of it, while living in Jackson Hole, WY, for three Summer/Fall months, several years ago.

          • Lisa, my husband would agree with Huckleberry Fudge ice cream by the double scoopful. It’s something he looks forward to each time we go to Yellowstone and come home with something with Huckleberry flavor. Past two years, it’s been Huckleberry liquer which he likes to add a little to his coffee or hot cocoa.

        • Thanks Lisa. The mnemonic was different when I learned it. Just one of many things back then that discouraged women from going into scientific/technical fields. I’m glad to see things have changed.

        • The issue is whether a radar mechanic would have any need to be reading or understanding resistor values. They generally deal with board swapping, or even tube replacing. Not sure he would be exposed to resistor color codes unless he was soldering on printed circuit boards, which a radar mechanic wouldn’t (I think, maybe)

  25. Look, I am not a lead searcher theorist, but has anyone ever noticed that after a good solve, Forrest starts putting out scrapbooks like they were going outa style? After Biscut Basin by James Collier, suddenly a flurry of activities by the Oracle, similar to the ones ff dealt after I wrote Winter Thoughts, it was not my imagination, but I think Dal might have something to input here, I wonder if he notices the dates of activity, you know sorta like dendrochronology for dummies like Mr Terrific?

    What is it that Forrest is trying to hint at? I have examined with a careful eye all his books, scrapbooks and something that the all have in common is part of the answer or key to the riddle….can anyone guess what it is? Is it Art, Anthropology, or childhood memories?


  26. Seems like we all have been waiting a berry long time for the answer.
    What is the question again?

  27. LOL, the huckleberries are actually the low hanging fruit since they are off the ground and easy to reach. Keep it simple folks?

  28. I must say . I really enjoy reading your stories Forrest. All I can say Is could you keep
    writing them please. I like hearing about your mom and dad in your west Yellowstone
    days. I don’t know I just enjoy reading them. so berries are north and keep standing up.
    No I just plain like your stories more than finding your chest.
    Thanks Mark..

  29. I was disappointed that Wheaties with sliced tomatoes never gained traction.

    Berries and bananas were just so very…..pedestrian.

  30. Dal, I wasn’t sure what thread to post this question/observations on, other than it relates to RED color. (I think the bomb scrapbook is archived.)

    Anyway, Forrest says here, “we didn’t mess with those guys” referring to RED strawberries.
    Coupled with his numerous references to bombs including:
    Feb 28, 2017 … I always figured that the treasure chest was a bomb. I didn’t know that I had a fuse until…”

    Note: I know, We all know his treasure chest isn’t a literal bomb, but It may be hardwired so he can see when it’s found.

    Link to Monopoly – monopoly colors are also wiring colors worldwide (Except sky blue).

    This scrapbook chooses purple and leaves red alone. Maybe there are berry bushes at the treasure chest area and the red berries are not edible – could make you ill( if children are along, Forrest could be warning parents that the red berries are poisonous ).
    Or, Maybe once you find the treasure chest ff hard wired it to a camera and one needs to understand which wires are red/hot and how to disconnect them from the chest.
    He says no special knowledge is needed in “finding” the treasure and it’s in a safe place. And yet it could be perilous once found, if you don’t ground the correct wires and disconnect any hot wires IF ITS wired. I realize Im likely way off track here, because the TChest would need to be somewhere near a telephone line to pull electrical current or an electrical line…which would knock out many of the areas we all search..
    I’m simply trying to find a reason for all the bomb comments, and electrical wiring colors found in tea with Olga . IMO

    Would you be so kind as to address if the treasure chest is wired to a camera – in any fashion??
    Ok, I already know you won’t answer that. But it was worth a shot

  31. Thanks for the scrapbooks Forrest… Why would you leave the wild strawberries alone? They are a lot of fun to find! I do agree with leaving the black bears alone…

  32. Strawberries symbolize spring and rebirth, as well as righteousness and love. The varied meanings come from different faiths and cultural traditions, such as Christian and Pagan, along with literary and mythological works.

    While strawberries are a familiar fruit, there are a number of possible meanings attributed to them. The Seneca, an indigenous North American tribe, suggest that the strawberry represents rebirth since they are the first to ripen in spring. Seneca beliefs also suggest that strawberries represent good health. In the Catholic tradition, strawberries represent the good fruits of the righteous man. Within some Pagan traditions, the strawberry represents friendship and love, particularly in celebrations with food, as as such is often associated with the Goddess Venus.

  33. Sounds like a good case for Northern New Mexico to me.
    I remember in the early seventies we had a popup camper and went to stay
    at a campground I think Madison. Don’t remember anyone there but there were
    a few groups of trees with stripped bark and claw marks. We went to West Yellowstone
    to camp figuring they would be back. Grizzlies are sure something to avoid.
    They had a dump area where you could go watch them rummage and feed.
    It was after they ended that practice but the bears would show up there.
    Over in South Dakota we saw a small buck feeding in an open field and pulled
    over to watch it. My brother held a piece of bread out the window and it came running.
    stuck its head in the car window and grabbed the bread. My mom and sister screaming we
    threw a few pieces out the other window to get him out of our car window. If we would have
    opened the door he would have got in. Saw a bull moose didn’t know they could get that
    big. he was hiding behind a thicket in a large creek till he knew we saw him. took off
    like a rocket. glad it wasn’t our way. More buffalo farms than I care to mention.
    Would love to see the park today. What about the corny routines at old faithful.
    Ranger stands in front of pipe with valve and reaches behind him with one hand
    and starts turning on the valve like we are thinking like we didn’t see you doing that.
    Or he comes clean and tells about the valve but it gets stuck when he try’s to turn it
    and can’t find his wrench. Wild Huckleberries and Wheaties. Sounds Good..
    Probably should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
    Yah so Forrest stories are better. O well.
    Hope we get more.

  34. The first strawberry I ever tasted was in Montmartre just down from the Sacre Coeur. Admittedly, I had eaten strawberries before, but I claim this one as my first, because when I put it between my teeth, it literally burst with a sweetness and flavor I’ve never encountered before or since. I still like strawberries and slice them onto my Wheaties semi-regularly along with blueberries or a ripe banana, but most of the ones i find at the supermarket taste more like a moistened Styrofoam, injected with color, and infused with an insinuation of strawberry essence. I hope the strawberries in Heaven are brought in from Paris on a horse and buggy.

    St. Francis de Sales, who considered that virtue is represented in nature, speaks of the righteous and incorruptible nature of the strawberry, untouched by any poison around it:

    “In tilling our gardens we cannot but admire the fresh innocence and purity of the strawberry, because although it creeps along the ground, and is continually crushed by serpents, lizards and other venomous reptiles, yet it does not imbibe the slightest impression of poison or the smallest malignant quality, a true sign that it has no affinity with poison.”

    Maybe that’s why a real one tastes so darn good! 🙂

  35. A Fun Family Adventure honing their berry picking skills. I’d give about anything to experience that again with my folks.

  36. Thanks for sharing dal and Mr. Fenn,
    Such a comforting family memory to remember. Your Mother of Voices, the golden belle, breaking out in song, whats not to love about that. Kids picking berries and learning about life. Today most kids hear the Bear song by Little Fox or Key Wilde and learn about life from the other side of the screen.

  37. This SB is telling you that the treasure is not in Yellowstone. But don’t take my word for it, which I know you won’t. JMHO.

  38. when in a car ,does the definition of the word “few “change ? how fast do you think f’s dad was driving? lets go with 42 mph

    • Hi Hank;

      On page 45 of TToTC – “In Love With Yellowstone.” Forrest says the following:

      “…So we drove 35 miles per hour for 1,600 miles with no air conditioning or radio.”

      ’bout sums it up I guess – JDA

  39. thanks JDA , this SB paints such a vivid humorous picture , with mom breaking out in song and all, coupled with the treasures of natures bounty. So…this is all biased thinking on my part . By car I am adding a few fews
    to few arriving at a drive time of 10 minutes @ 35 mph putting us 6 or 7 miles north of West Yellowstone. This speaks to me but I admit to seeing things that aren’t there. Hoping no one else shares this condition .

  40. I see a comment that seems to be on the right track of the big picture, as far as the hint that is hidden in Forrest huckleberry picking quest. Good going.
    Thanks Forrest for write up, good to see your involvement here on hoD.


  41. Has anybody noticed that a small ‘ω’ (omega) looks almost identical to a ‘w’?
    Hmm, interesting spelling ‘ωheaties’.

  42. My prediction is that f will soon come up with a SB where as he describes the bullet in some way or fashion or, more specifically, an engine of sorts. Then again, I could be wrong. I hereby reserve this right.

  43. I miss berry picking in East Texas. My granny would send us out to pick blackberries and we never came back with enough to make anything. Something about wild berries , warm from the sun that’s irresistible . I’m in the hill country now and all we grow are scorpions and rocks. Agarita berries are delicious, but not worth the effort of getting stabbed by those leaves. You have to lay down a sheet and beat the bushes and collect what falls . I was never good at that. I’ll wait for the blackberries again , or maybe get up there in time for some huckleberries hopefully.

  44. Finding any wild berry is a treat – there is something so special about picking them straight from the bush rather than picking them up at the grocery store. I think the lower they hang, the sweeter they are – besides it requires far less effort.

    Never had to duck behind a tree or run away from any bears just had to listen to the birds squawking about us stealing their treats. Boy did they give us hell.

    Your story brings back such vivid memories of my childhood. My parents were so wise, their training and guidance prepared me to face the difficulties of growing up. I hope I have followed suit with my children and grandchildren.

  45. Cross-posting from Jenny’s — a searcher there (Anomy) rightly pointed out that wild huckleberries are found in all the remaining search states except New Mexico. Since huckleberries are the topic (or at least the McGuffin) of this Scrapbook, is it a subtle hint that the treasure isn’t hidden in New Mexico? It’s not as clear-cut as the (later-retracted) pinon nut ATF that would have killed Wyoming and Montana, but it would be an interesting bookend to that controversial subject.

    In contrast, wild strawberries are found in all four search states (in fact, every U.S. state except Hawaii). But what does Forrest have to say about them?

    “There were strawberry bushes too, but they were isolated, the fruit was small, and it hung close to the ground. We didn’t mess with those guys.”

    If north is “high” and south is “low,” which of the four search states represents the proverbial “low-hanging fruit” that is to be avoided? 😉

    • Hello zaphod. Interesting information. I think what catches my attention is the use of “isolated” when describing the wild strawberry patch(es). Isolated, alone, boundaries, etc.. If I’m not mistaken, wild strawberries are a form of groundcover which spreads and develop new plants. Why would the family avoid them? Focused on just collecting huckleberries? This scrapbook has been on my mind since it was posted.

      • Wild mountain strawberries are very small and not really worth the effort to harvest them. I just leave them for the bunnies and focus on raspberries.

    • Zap, wouldn’t it be great if we could eliminate states by one comment about berry picking or pine nuts?

      And then…there’s a poem; or Forrest fenn’s Map to the treasure.

      The definition of “huckel” is ankle or hip. So, perhaps the treasure chest is hidden at ankle or hip level??

      Any thoughts?

    • Zap… The story seems to be about the activity of picking berries in nature with family… and then a double mention of Wheaties. Perhaps a more likely tie-in may be the importance of Wheaties[ The breakfast of champions]. A quick glance at the history of Wheaties will reveal a list of characters mentioned by Fenn over the years. Wheaties was the frontrunner of early *sportscasting* sponsors for the radio. Ronald Reagan gets a big mention… the announcers[Red Miller for one] of the time had linguistic characteristics similar to some Fenn stories[Dizzy Dean]… not to mention his stories about advertising… favorite breakfasts, golf… the list is long in a broad spectrum. Or… it could be just a story about picking berries with family.

      • I agree with you Ken. More to do with Wheaties and champions; family memories, etc. That said, I’m wrong most of the time. LOL.

        Here are a few other things floating around in my brain.
        Wheat-ties= Ties to wheat=Bails of hay=buried in straw near huckel/ankle or hip height.
        Near a wheat farm

        • Forgot to mention:
          FF’s mention of “Hot biscuits” could be a loose reference to “hot pot” which could mean either a stolen Olla or the hot pots in Yellowstone.

      • Ken, you also mention that FF mentions Golf in various stories. IMO you can put-in, or begin it near a putt-in or golf course. IMO, and according to the poem’s directives, you can also begin it near an aero fort, or air strip.

      • Hi Ken: yep, Wheaties could tie-in as well. 42 brought up the Washburn connection. The original name for Wheaties was “Washburn’s Gold Medal Whole Wheat Flakes” — I rather like the “Washburn’s Whole Wheat” triple W, to say nothing of the mention of gold.

    • Mckeever: you may be right. But if it was simple, someone would likely have found it. FF said (paraphrased) it may take 100 or 1000 yrs. and not something done on spring break.

      BTW: I do try to KIS by using the poem words in plain sight to locate the site of TC.

    • Mckeever: you may be right. But if it was simple, someone would likely have found it. FF said (paraphrased) it may take 100 or 1000 yrs. and not something done on spring break.

      BTW: I do try to KIS by using the poem words in plain sight to locate the site of TC.

      Note: for those who believe huckleberries is a northern reference. Wheaties were first introduced by “Washburn”, and of course Mt. Washburn is in Yellowstone Park.

  46. I thought that article was berry interesting, berry informative, and berry true. Thank you very much Forrest.

  47. This story reminds me a situation that me and my wife experienced once. Some years ago, a grizzly sow moved into a popular hiking valley near where we live. Instead of moving the sow away to a different area, the rangers still allowed hiking, but they introduced a rule, a hiking group had to consists of at least 4 people in order to enter the area. If you didn’t have 4 people in your group, you had to wait at the start of the trail until there were enough hikers and then you could proceed. One day when me and my wife arrived to the start of the trail, there were already 3 other guys waiting for a 4th hiker to proceed. They were happy to see us because now there were enough of us to proceed and also they never saw a bear before and they were somewhat scared to go up the valley. Right after we started the three brave hearts figured out that the best way to feel safe is to sing ‘Amazing Grace’ over and over again. I don’t have any musical abilities so I didn’t sing , instead I was reciting the words in a highly important voice. My wife sang a bit, but these 3 guys sang the same song over and over again for the next 2 hours. Fortunately after 2 hours we got up to the pass and were able to leave them alone. Our group was so loud that we haven’t seen either any bears or other wildlife.
    The same area is also known for wild strawberries, and I’m addicted to them. I probably would have spent hours picking the fruit close to the ground, if it wasn’t for these 3 guys.

  48. Perhaps a nice tie-in to Forrest’s interest in excavating mammoth bones:

    (Or maybe too far fetched if this scrapbook is only meant to entice the pallet for huckleberries)

    Could Huckleberry be a veiled reference to “a Huckell Bury”
    University of New Mexico professor of Anthropology Bruce Huckell…

    I think Forrest’s original poem (PARAPHRASED) said something like…
    just take the chest and leave my bones…
    ‘stake’ the chest of a mammoth, and leave the mammoth bones. Could be IMO. If a mammoth was found on property that ff owns or nearby, those bones/find would technically be his and his secret, if Forrest didn’t want them disturbed. All just conjecture & Opinion.

    Mammoth bones have been discovered in all 4 Rocky Mountain states considered search territory for TTOTC, but I think Forrest only mentioned Wyoming and New Mexico in scrapbooks about mammoths.

  49. If looking for a mammoth sized ‘marvel gaze’ from a pilot’s view with a mammoth in sight in Wyoming territory…

    Look at the upside down elephant (which is Blacktail Butte, at Jackson Hole).
    Right side up, the same butte looks like a rainbow trout above a riffle of water.

  50. I’ll be your huckleberry Lol can’t believe no one said that yet I know where there a lots of huckleberry bushes in west Yellowstone I’m gonna beat ya Dal Loser buys the beer

  51. If I don’t find the chest on the 27th I’ll buy a beer for any regulars here that show up at the Buffalo Bar in West YS that evening. If I do find it I’ll buy them two beers 🙂

        • Arron if you find “it” you’ll buy to beers???? How will you know you found “it” unless you have the chest in you hands? If you find the chest you might want to keep “it” a secret for a little bit. Then buy a keg for the last Fennboree so you can show “it” off.

          Anyway I’m just messing with ya.

          Good luck on your search and maybe you’ll find “it”.


          • You might be right Bur. Perhaps I should stick to the 1 beer agreement so the YS rangers don’t find out. I’ll play it by beer, I mean ear.

          • Arron, I flew into West Yellowstone on the first plane they let land at the airport after the winter snows on my first search 2011. Enjoyed the heck out of The park and West Yellowstone. But I want to “whisper” a little secret to you. Don’t eat the Buffalo burgers it’s really bison meat.

            Again good luck, and hope you have as much fun as I did there.


          • Thanks Bur, I will. I have been there a number of times myself already and yes, I have had the buffalo bison burgers already. I recommend the bison rib eye at Yellowstone Lake Hotel dining hall though, for those that want to get the best from a bison.

            Last time I was there in September, in 2017, it was the first snow of the fall / winter and it was tough sledding. Hopefully no snow this year!

          • Bad day for spelling. Aaron not Arron. Sorry twice. You can call me But if you like. Some have done that to me LOL.

  52. Let me get this straight.
    You start in West Yellowstone on Boundary St. and then head north on Gallatin Road, then driving off the road around trees and underbrush to find the berry treasures.
    Sounds like a map with directions to me….

  53. I don’t know but I think f is saying something entirely different here and if you were thinking like someone that was on the right wavelength to the correct solution (not me but maybe who knows for sure) but just using some imagination to look at things on a little different playing field. He could be saying be careful what you do or say as there are people on the blogs & Vlogs that would steal your solution blind if they had the opportunity… ya know go shopping at gucci.. but then that’s just me trying to look at the big picture… lol

  54. In 1921, a health clinician spilled wheat gruel on a hot stove and watched it transform into delicious wheat flakes. “Washburn’s Gold Medal Whole Wheat Flakes” soon became known as “Wheaties”.

    Mount Washburn, elevation 10,243 feet (3,122 m), is a prominent mountain peak in the Washburn Range in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.

    Interesting Little side Note

  55. Like pirates on a treasure hunt.

    Yes, if those griz bears come about you can be sure to wave good bye to the fun. They are a wrecking ball to any party.

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