Scrapbook Two Hundred Five…

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September, 2019

 

Nineteen-hundred and seventy was an interesting year for me. I retired from the Air Force after 20 years on active duty, and I met Greg Perino. 

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Greg Perino

I was an avid arrowhead collector and Mr. Perino was the American expert on lithics and associated artifacts. He wrote the best books on North American stone projectile typology.

When he said I could come to Tulsa and get his opinion on several of my Cody Complex points, I was thrilled. Greg had been Special Assistant to Thomas Gilcrease of the Gilcrease Museum, and when he died, in 1962, Greg stayed on as a curator. 

My parking spot behind the museum was tight and as I backed, the car bumper tipped over a large tin garbage can. It made a moderate racket, and its contents spilled all around the local periphery. My embarrassment was hiding behind sunglasses when Greg and I got out to clean up the mess. 

In addition to the usual paper cups, coffee grounds, and candy wrappers, were a few interesting items that had belonged to William R. Leigh (1866 – 1955), the great Western artist. There were pencils with his name stamped on the side, some of his calling cards, letterheads, and other items.

But best of all was a 3” white goat made of rubber. Greg recognized it immediately as being from the hand of Mr. Leigh. He was positive. 

He just stood there staring at the little goat. Then Greg spat a few maledictions, the definitions of which were not familiar to me. “What %$#@& tossed this model in the garbage?” His words contained a serious bite as the sound slowly tapered off and was dissipated in the wind.  

To belay his irritation I quickly muttered, “Greg, let me take this goat home and cast it in bronze. I’ll make a copy for each of your board members, one for you, and one for myself. What do you think?”

He nodded okay, and his annoyance was suddenly gone.

Back in Lubbock I quickly made a mould and prepared 10 wax copies of the goat to be cast in bronze. 

Then I ran a hose from our fireplace in the living room, through the kitchen and pantry to the garage where my melting furnace was waiting. I’d made it from a vacuum cleaner motor. That gave me ¼ psi of natural gas, which was enough pressure to melt the metal. It was so much fun that I also cast the nameplate in bronze.

The little Billy Goat needed a base so I blow-torched a piece of wood and then wire-brushed the black ashes away to get the antique finish I wanted. 

In a weak moment we sold my copy of the goat, but over time the memory of it periodically floated back into my mind.

Then this morning a lady named Lou, called me from Albuquerque. She said that her husband had died and she wanted me to help her sell his art collection. 

A couple of hours later we were unloading bronze sculptures in my driveway, about 20 in all. 

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Suddenly, there was my little Billy Goat. “Wow,” and my eyes thought about tearing up. Lou remembered when I sold it to her husband and how happy he was to get it. That was 49 years ago.

In the trunk of her car were 6 other bronzes I had cast and sold to her husband, including some George Dabich buffalos. After about 10 minutes of discussion we agreed on a price and I wrote her a check for the lot, including the goat. It was a lucky morning, and afterward, I thought maybe I should go play the lotto. 

Another thing Lou brought me was a pony express belt buckle. I wasn’t the artist but I remember centrifugally casting it in sterling silver.0T1A3017My logo is on the back and the date ’73. It is fun seeing some of my old memories come back home again. f

 

 

 

 

202 thoughts on “Scrapbook Two Hundred Five…

    • I love the Gilcrease museum.
      Mr. Fenn, the GOAT applies to you, great of all time! Nice work, the goat is so cute! You really are an artist! Thank you Dal and Mr. Fenn.
      ♥️

    • That was beautiful. She probably couldn’t wait to see if you recalled the transaction.
      Being a goat myself I can relate to wanting it back after having made the cute little fella. Thanks for sharing. Amusing as always..

  1. Awwww what a good scrapbook sad the man died tho he must of really loved those to keep for so long I guess that is the way it will be for all of us with your books even if there hanging on by threads we all treasure them as if they were Bronze statues

  2. Looks like you hit the jackpot.
    Awesome day.
    That buckle is something else.
    Imagine that, coming home after all these years.
    Was meant to be.

  3. “The G.O.A.T. is ‘on the wood’ , and should get his/her butt out there now to retrieve it”

    ——————-That’s what my imagination sees.

    Despite what I see in my own special interpretation Forrest…after 49 years…you’ve found one of your lost treasures. No one can ever take that feeling away from you. I think that’s no so much different from the rest of us, regardless of status or wealth. We just want to feel those moments of discovery and connection.

    You know… it reminds me of another William. Senator William “Bill” C. Wampler of Virginia. Our school in the 6th grade went on a field trip to D.C. and I represented Laurel Elementary and presenting Mr. Wampler with a plaque, on the steps of the Capitol building in front of tons of reporters, to show our appreciation. He passed away in 2012, unknown to me at the time. Your feeling of seeing that GOAT again, would be tantamount to… someone from his family knocking on my door and returning that plaque as a keepsake. It will never happen, but I could only imagine the rush of feelings that would be present. Thank you for sharing these thoughts. w

  4. Wow, what an absolutely incredible story! I love it from start to finish. The most wonderful serendipity happens to you, but only because you put yourself in the way of making it so. What a great life’s lesson! Thank you, Forrest.

  5. Backing into the trash can, finding Leigh’s goat, re-collecting the goat and buckle and bronzes are all the sparkling treasure threads that are woven into the fabric of our lives. The weaver’s beam and hand are unseen, but like the wind— the effects are felt on our faces and in our hearts.

  6. You do beautiful work Forrest .. wish I could afford to buy your collection, I’d build a museum and spend the rest of my as its curator, pulling pieces out and handing them to all the wide eyed children as I told them tales by the light of an embering fire ..

    B .

  7. William’s “Billy” goat; I really enjoy ff’s writing.
    And who made that curious “W”?
    Time has a way of suddenly astonishing us —
    Made me think of the bracelet.

  8. Forrest, thanks for another fascinating peek into your memories, and your life! The blogs are so much more fun when you join us.
    I love the Gilcrease by the way. Their western art collection is unparalleled.

    Thanks to you, I’m an old pro at looking up definitions…Of course I had to look up malediction. I Wasn’t sure if it meant bad word, or males not able to enunciate). Ha! Now I understand it’s an evil curse spoken to harm someone. Apparently it’s not a vocabulary word that I want to be familiar with.

    Why did you capitalize Billy Goat? Why didn’t you simply write 1970? One never knows unless you ask the author.

    • I think I can help with the written out year at the beginning of the SB. It’s not proper to use a number to begin a sentence! F must have remembered that.

      And I would guess that Billy Goat is capitalized because it is the name of a work of art.

      Hope this helps!

      • Queens. Goats, etc…Funny Pinatuba!

        My brain is tired. I think I’m locked in the grip of ‘chase analysis paralysis’. it may be a good time for me to let go.

  9. Wow!
    Mr. Fenn, I am happy that you got to lay eyes on your little friend again. How awesome that you were able to save him! Twice!! There is nothing like spending time with a good friend.
    You continue to inspire us to keep our eyes open for treasure in all places, to never hesitate to jump on a fresh mount, and to ride out the next leg of our journey with gusto.
    Thank you.
    One of your many searching friends,
    Joe Sheeran

  10. Oh, I’m slow, but I do finally get it.
    Billy Goat = Your pet, Billy the Kidd
    Good memories with Skippy, Silver your pony, and Bessie your cow.

  11. Thanks again Forrest, we all enjoy reading your stories of your past, and now seeing they can also bring you to this time in your life. I enjoyed a few of your words that can make one smile.
    You know the trail of life sometimes lives on and the areas we fine along the way keeps us searching for more.

    Good day to you Forrest, and once again thanks.
    Bur

    • P.S. I also like you choice of description words periphery and belay ( had to look them up). There is always a educational process when reading your scrapbooks.

      Bur

      • I had to look them up too Bur. One never knows when one might find a rock spire, lying out on the outer edges of our search area that may keep us safe if we are on a safety line – 🙂 JDA

        • JDA,

          Yes, I like those words but there are a few others that made me smile when I seen them. Funny when you say things and a search season after, you see a change in your area and then it gets mentioned. Coincidence? Most likely.

          Bur

        • Hi JDA.

          I’ve found a nice little rock spire. Volcanic nonetheless. I’m stumped here.

          It’s just the perfect spot. I’D have to say I’ve found my target. But alas,

          No web to lure me in…

  12. It sounds to me as if the GOAT, Greatest (treasure hunter) Of All Time has had close call but is safely home and all is well. He could have ended up in the can. Ha ha. Funny.

  13. Thanks for sharing with us Forrest. And thanks Dal, I always look forward to your Scrapbooks. How I wish I was as intelligent as you Forrest. Those 6 other items, 49 years old, must have really excited you when you saw them. I’m so glad you got your billy goat back. What a great story.

  14. Love the story, f. Once again you are a master of the short story genre. Are you implying you are like the goat – you can go over all terrain. And that you can do it quickly like the pony express?

  15. Yes, a nice sentimental story…. filled with many hints for the search area.

    Especially important are the parking lot incident, the blow-torched and wire-brushed wood base of the goat, and the “pony express” belt buckle with the ’73 on the back. All very confirmatory descriptions!

  16. I love the ole goat, at times it amazes me where inspiration comes from.
    Thank you Forrest for posting this. In your own right, you are an artist.
    With an eye for true beauty. Sometimes I wish our paths had crossed earlier in life, I could have learned a lot from you. Love the bit about how you antiqued the wood.

    HDD

  17. Thank you for sharing your story, Mr. Fenn. I’m glad you were reunited with the statue you cast 49 years ago. I like the personal touch by adding the wood base and plaque. You mentioned centrifugally casting the Pony Express belt buckle in sterling silver. Have you cast any other item in sterling silver? I’ve only read you worked in bronze. I may need to go back and reread the scrapbook. The mention of Billy Goat and sterling silver/Pony Express reminds me of your childhood pets, Billy the Kid and your pony Sterling. Time to let the scrapbook stir in the mind.

    • Thinking of sterling silver conjures up the story, “Tea with Olga,” which makes me wonder if Olga served tea with sterling silver. I had thought it may have been porcelain/bone china. Also, the scrapbook with the possible sterling silver cutlery organized in the drawer. As for the belt buckle, when I look at it, it looks as if it was made of pewter rather than sterling silver because I don’t see a sheen. It may be just the lighting when the photo was taken.

  18. Perhaps it’s just a coincidence, but H. L. Mencken (possibly apocryphally?) claimed the origin of the idiom to “get ones goat” derived from the practice of putting a goat in a thoroughbred’s stall the night before a race as a calming influence. A rival, in removing the goat, would upset the horse and cause it to later lose. (For those who don’t know, Mencken was the source for the epitaph inscription on the French soldier’s gravestone that Forrest tripped over in Vietnam.)

    • Never heard that story before, history is stranger than fiction at times. Makes me think I should take a smelly billy goat to a 49ers game and get kicked out. 🙂

    • That is interesting…but I’d rather forgo the whole curse thing- cause I just can’t seem to catch a break. I shouldn’t even be mentioning any curse words! %#@!

  19. It would seem that there is a clue or hint to be found at a museum parking lot. By my count, this is 3 mentions. Seems like an aberration to me. My guess would be the hint/clue is at the Buffalo Bill Center of the West. In the Mccracken Research Library. With a candlestick.

  20. I should have looked a bit more while I was in there. I believe I now know where to search. I was there Thursday and I believe I know where Indulgence will be found.

  21. And…what is with the semi naked guy (I can’t enlarge the picture enough, darn it) standing by a weird post that reminds me of SB #172? The post doesn’t look natural. The naked guy looks intriguing, LOL.

  22. Forrest, what a wonderful story and a great day! Your bumper and that tin can were meant to meet. Otherwise, the little billy goat may have been lost forever.

    • Zap – Yes. And Neptune is a great fisherman. And the 23rd letter of our alphabet is ‘Y’. Is that ‘Y’ Forrest used two of those to depict the first ‘W’ letter in W.R. Leigh? Is he pointing to the ‘waters’ of the West Yellowstone area, where Forrest may have seen mountain goats crossing in torrential conditions, while fly fishing? I have seen a large group crossing the highway, heading toward Sheep Creek, across the Madison River. There is a great Discovery channel video, showing a Nanny goat leading her Kidd across a mountain torrent, online. Brave. I imagine Leigh did that sculpture, after witnessing such a scene, somewhere near Cody, Wy.

      The 23rd line of the Poem is:

      “If you are brave and in the wood,”

      From Forrest’s inscription, to Y’s can equal a ‘W’. And ‘w’ stands for the lower case Omega in Greek. I have one of those, upper case, at my Baker’S Hole Rainbow bend.

      Could that ‘trident’, as the 23rd letter of the Greek alphabet psi, also be a reference to that metal ‘circular file’ can Forrest backed into, as ‘try dent’? Gonna go look at my gold tooth in my Smil•e face at Baker’S Hole.

      Still thinking about this great scrapbook…

      • Lisa – West Yellowstone is commonly abbreviated to WY or West, which can be abbreviated to “W”. Wyoming is abbreviated to WY or Wyo. So, you have a few combinations possible but a few are WYWY or WYW. If Y substitutes for W or Y=W as you suggest, then there is your WWW. So, yes, go back and look for your gold tooth. Y not??

  23. Question: Why would he write out “Nineteen-hundred and seventy”?

    Answer: Because, because, because, because, because….because of the wonderful things he does.

    See you next year,

    ~Allen K.

  24. What a great story. I’m still waiting for an old, wooden cross and the top of an antique perfume bottle to make their ways home. Never know.
    Hopefully soon, you will have your other treasure back too. Think I should play the lotto.
    Thank you for this opportunity.

  25. Thank you Dal, for posting.
    Forrest, I think this is my favorite scrapbook. What a wonderful story! Thank you for sharing.

    Lots of middles, edges and behinds in this one….
    Location, location, location

  26. I think Gary Merlie said it best….”while I am sure there are those in the collector community that would consider Woody a goat, I praise him as a hero” ….I do too. And I love that goat and all it stands for.

    Hey For- Would LOVE to know if Calvin got one of the bronze castings? Please share…I’m hoping it was the last one.

  27. “Stone projectile typology” sounds like 13 yr old boys having a rock throwing contest.

    “Moderate racket” inexpensive tennis racket – like the Golden arrow tennis racket pictured in ff’s memoir.

    “Cody Complex” Buffalo Bill wannabes

    Embarrassed…bareassed…yep, I’m thinking like a 13 yr old. Did Forrest say “my mind stays at about 13” in TTOTC?

    Okay, just having fun here.

    • I think the hint here is that the Perino name can be traced to Petrus (rock or stone in Greek) — the same root from which we derive words like petroglyph, petrology (important in meteorite work) and petrify.

      It’s far from the first time for Forrest: Einstein (many references), Gloria Steinem (TFTW pg. 173), his Rockwell Commander airplane (SB 7), Lisa Batstone (SB 74), and Peter Lorre (a case of a double reference to stone since Peter’s real name was Laszlo Lowenstein). Also, the store that Forrest worked for (in order to earn money to buy “The Bullet”) was E. Lichenstein (sic) Wholesale Grocery (see MW Featured Question from 7/13/2017). The correct spelling should have been (Edward) Lichtenstein. Finally, don’t forget that when Forrest put SB 181 in OUAW, he changed the title from “Doug Hyde in Full Flourish” to “Doug Hyde in Stone.”

  28. %$#@& “the expletive symbols” from ff’s Story and Mr. Perinos curse

    Alt 35 = #
    Alt 36 = $
    Possible point to # and money
    coordinates? 35/36 lands you in New Mexico.

  29. “Hi-ho’ Silver. Away. Interesting belt buckle. Pony express rider.
    Things coming back home with the memories.
    That’s like wagons going east. Another good scrap book.
    Thanks Forrest.
    Happy hunting All.

  30. Thanks Dal for posting and thanks Forrest for such a great story about your artwork! What a wonderful little Billy Goat! What kind of wood is the base made out of?

  31. Oh, by the way Forrest, are there any bronze animals in the chest? I think you said though there were no bronze animals in the chest, not even anything silver. There is a gold frog in the chest though as I recall.

  32. Suffice it to say, I’m thoroughly enjoying this scrapbook. Had a great Sunday and an even better Monday after reading this scrapbook.

    I hear ya, Major Fenn!
    “BEAVER DICK” OUT
    LOL
    (GIRL DETECTIVE)

  33. I can’t get enough of this scrapbook. Like many of Forrest’s stories it holds a special place in my mind an heart. Something about this SB has grinning ear to ear. Thank you for your stories Mr. Fenn, and this chase. I hope you get your bracelet back before your 90th birthday…

  34. What logo if Forrest Fenn talking about? I found this Fenn bronze cast owl from 1971 which is similar it tile as this goat and there is no logo on it.

    Anyone know about this logo or is that just his name that he is referring to?

  35. I really enjoyed this scrapbook, thank you Forrest. My daughter, who helps a friend out with her goats, says that when the tail is up like that it is a warning that they are about to go to the bathroom.

  36. The first book that Forrest wrote was The African Animals of W.R. Leigh. It is bound in goat skin, slip-cased in hand-wrought cloth.and complemented with end-papers marbled by hand.it was limited to 100 copies. I have #61. It is a beautiful book, very classy just like everything Forrest does. Thank you Forrest for sharing this scrapebook with us,It makes the goat even more special, I am glad you got it back.

  37. What I find confusing and curious, is how Forrest wrote a parable about life using a common proverb, and no one (to my uncertain knowledge) noticed.

    Can anyone tell me the proverb that he structured in this story? 😛

  38. Iron Will. Do you mean “One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s Treasure”?

    I also thought possibly someone threw it out so they could retrieve it later. Hmm
    (Sp)

    • Brian U. Yes, I thought the same thing about proverbs but just thought this quote was what he was talking about.. I haven’t memorized all the proverbs, lol, so I thought, can’t remember that one but maybe. 🙂

    • Thinking along these lines – North of San Francisco, years ago, one could see a big sign that read : We buy junk, and sell antiques – 🙂 JDA

    • Yeah Brian Colleen was right, I was just pointing out how no one spoke of it, as it’s a clear “moral of the story” Forrest inserted in here. I just thought it was kind of cool.

    • One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. What does Fenn mean. The silver three out the correct solve and another picked up the treasure?

      That is cool!

      • 9equals9;

        You said, ” The silver three out the correct solve and another picked up the treasure?” Where did this quote come from? I don’t see it in the SB. Am I overlooking something? – Just askin’ – JDA

        • The Silver (fox) messenger, , threw out the treasure, (solve), then I redirected to an earlier solve, and another, (hacker) picked up the treasure.
          Basically what happened today with me redirecting my solve to a previous solve from 6 yrs ago. My phone is hacked for sure. Not sure if it’s due to the Chase or recently applying for Social Security. But after telling 2 close relatives of my solve I received a message thru FB messenger. I blocked it but message was coded saying “Need a Map”. I checked my phone apps and an automatic app was installed that tracks voice, messages, searches etc. Can’t delete bc says will harm workings of phone. Have to change the network and number as per my carrier. Just my thoughts on this. I think I will just email FF my solve from another computer. After all, the Thrill of the Chase for me has been in the solve, not the chest. But I will have BOTG soon.

  39. What a wonderful story! Serendipity or synchronicity…either one, it was meant to be. (New searcher here, and I am finding all of Forrest’s stories fascinating.) I could sit down and read or listen to these all day. What would be more perfect would be a chance to sit and gaze at the blaze, while listening to Forrest tell the story about the day he hid the chest…a story I would especially love to hear – so someone needs to find that treasure soon!

  40. Charlie- I had seen that hwy 175 was short. Kirby is also a fishhook. The line ran thru the house. 175 is short but goes right up to Cody. I’m not speculating the chest is in Kirby; but rather how fenn uses words as directions. Imo

  41. Thanks dal and Mr. Fenn,
    A great story as noted with a special delivery. And the embarrasment hiding behind the sunglasses, as it turned out, was a fortunare mishap.

  42. Being new to this chat I feel like I’ve arrived at a party a couple of hours late. Everyone is well under way and are carrying on many conversations I barely understand.
    They all seem to have a good idea of where the treasure is but are having such a good time they are in no hurry to go and retrieve it. In contrast Forrest is posting more frequently and the posts are becoming more transparent.
    To cut to the chase, the poem is a relatively straight forward word puzzle. It refers to the town near where the treasure is hidden at least 10 times. It also names the canyon where the treasure is at least twice. I apologise if this is already well known and covered somewhere in the 10,000+ posts on this site.
    A couple of points to those still trying to decipher the poem. There is a number of rules governing how the poem is structured. Forrrest’s No 1 rule throughout TTOTC and the poem is …leave ME (and MY mom) out of it. eg in the three lines containing “MY” in the poem, cross out the “my” and the letters either side of it form anagrams eg Line 3 “I can keep” = Peace Ink.
    A couple of other rules No2 Lines starting with JUST are just as they are. No 3 Line starting with So are quotes.
    Once you have identified the town and the canyon, you will see them used extensively throughout the books and posts.
    My greatest wish is for the treasure to be recovered and used to create the Forrest Fenn Memorial Treasure Trail to the site. There could even be a bronze statue of Forrest (with clothes on hopefully) beside the waterfall and a plaque to the homely lass.

    happy days, knit one…..

    • … but (1) it ain’t near a waterfall, IMHO; (2) it’s too early to be talking about memorials; (3) f doesn’t like trails, that would be antagonistic to freedom; (4) a bronze statue I dunno, seems a little over the top, but let’s let f make that call. But hey other than that great ideas. What town?

  43. Yes, finally a bite, thought I was using the wrong fly for a second.

    Sparrow: If I named the town your effort would be wasted.
    Mr Obvious: I regretted the memorial idea as soon as it was posted but have no idea how to retract it. Curious F doesn’t like trails, yet one of the nine clues instructs yew to take one

    Woops, dropped another stitch

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