Scrapbook Two Hundred Thirty Four…


November, 2019


Hot on the Trail

I don’t know how many books J. Evetts Haley wrote but I have 25 on a shelf in my office. I just counted them, and he wrote some that I don’t have. He was a staunch conservative, a western writer, a cattleman, and a great American. 811kFlVRBGL

There was nothing around anyplace that could scare Evetts Haley. When his book, A Texan Looks at Lyndon (the expose’ of Lyndon Johnson) was published, in 1964, Lyndon Johnson was President of the United States. Evetts distributed the book at midnight because the president was trying to charge him with sedition. 

Evetts was a severe book collector and the Haley Memorial Library in Midland, Texas, now houses his vast collection of books, paintings, and ranch memorabilia. When he saw John Marchand’s painting, The Trail Drivers of Texas, in my gallery, he liked it. When I said the painting was the frontispiece in a book by the same title, he liked it even better. 


“Forrest,” he said, “If you can find me a first edition of the book, I’ll buy the painting from you.” The price was about $7,000 even then, so I started moving.

That was before the internet so I went to see my good friend and antiquarian book dealer, Fred Rosenstock.

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Bookseller Fred Rosenstock

He had a book store on Colfax Avenue in Denver. When I arrived, Fred was talking to a hag looking guy who had ridden up on a bicycle. His hair had never seen a brush or comb, and for lack of front teeth every time he smiled his tongue could see daylight. He handed Fred a book, and let me see if I can remember what Fred said.

“This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen, the cover is falling off, its full of foxing, and half the pages are crimped. I couldn’t possibly give you more than $4,000 for it.”

I just stood there with my face trying to look away. Had Fred lost his consciences? When the hag of a guy left, his face was wet, and I think his tongue was seeing daylight.

Later, Fred told me that it was a very rare and much sought after Colorado history book, and that after it was restored, he could sell it for twice what he gave. That was Fred Rosenstock, and everyone loved him because he was always doing things like that. 

When I told Fred that I needed a copy of The Trail Drivers of Texas, he paused, but only for a few seconds. “Follow me,” he said, and we headed for his “elevator.” It was the old kind where the driver had to close two iron screens and then throw a lever forward. Under perfect conditions the rickety thing would move up to the 2nd floor at about 1 mile per hour. 

Finally, the screens opened into Fred’s warehouse. It was the size a basketball court and was absolutely filled with dusty cardboard boxes. I was in another world as we waded through swirling dust, extinct spider webs, and Denver Post wadding papers that I’m sure dated to 50 years earlier. 

After about 15 rows, Fred turned left into a narrow corridor of boxes that were stacked 3 or 4 high. He put his hand on one, and looked at me. “Forrest, I haven’t opened this box in 25 years, but I think I found your book.”

And of course, there it was, the first one on top. Walking back to the elevator, we talked about Evetts Haley’s great book collection and I mentioned that it should be given to the Smithsonian – the elevator I meant. f





172 thoughts on “Scrapbook Two Hundred Thirty Four…

    • Yep, I get bogged down with details like the elevator at the tail end of the story. But after waiting 25 years, I guess the book could wait a few minures extra for a slow elevator,

    • I agree. I think he wants us to think about what the word “it” means in the poem. We assume “it” means the path of the clues. Maybe “it” refers to both the path AND something else.

    • Oh finally something about Colorado, I bet Mr. Haley was a neat man. Yep and hot on the trail someone from Texas. Got it. Ha ha ha . ❤️ See how I can interpret a story. Ha ha ha!!!!!!!
      I’m sure it just went right over my head. 🙂

      • Hey Amy…I thought of you with SB #230 and the “C” note and Rhondo. Maybe that’s two. Smile.

      • Amy sweitzer – Yes! If I am counting correctly, we have now a whopping THREE whole references to Colorado! This one, scrapbook 223 (where he flies over the Great Sand Dunes National Park), and in Douglas Preston’s forward in TFTW about Forrest’s plan to abandon his car at the Museum of Science & Nature… and that’s it methinks! Have I missed any others?

    • Awesome link! Thanks for sharing it!

      “In 1975, Rosenstock disposed of his books and began dealing in Western art. He died in 1986, at the age of 102.”

      I wonder how much of a competitor Rosenstock became with the Fenn Galleries?

      • Ronald Lee Oliver – Thanks for sharing! I must have driven by the building hundreds of times without even noticing it. (And the Irish Snug across the street is a great place for lunch and a pint!)

        LurkerMike – I thought that was interesting too; I was wondering the same thing.

  1. It’s all about the stories! We all are thankful. Please keep them flowing like a little waterfall of experience. Good stuff!

  2. Such a flurry of SBs. Is FF hot on someone’s trail. Or vica-versa? One must keep apace with him if someone thinks they’re in the lead- not!

    IMO .

    • Awesome story Forrest!
      You have the stamina of a 30 yr old with 59 years of experience.

      We’re trying to keep pace with you sir, but I’m choking on trail dust and goat droppings…cough cough.

      I like this description of your friend Evetts Haley by author Elmer Kelton. It reminds me of you Forrest.

      “History has always favored the leaders, the individualists who blazed their own trails and lived by their own lights, those who chose to be out in front–alone if necessary–rather than simply fit in with the crowd. Not even his detractors could ever accuse Evetts Haley of being one of the crowd.”

      Anyone remember if the Western novel Lonesome Dove was based on cattleman Charles Goodnight? I think so.

      • Well yes, Pablo. I see a pattern too. There’s more than likely nothing ‘personal’ to any one individul contained in them .But there’s much probable cause to see things in their stitchings ;that in the end will eventually justify the means. There’s no substantiation within guessing. But rather, its a best practice to achieve beyond a reasonable doubt through objectivity based on the evidence provided. Guessing is just being in the periphery .IMO .

        This short cartoon clip comes to mind 🙂

        IMO .

        • I say they contain something personal for every single individual. And a guess is the same as a theory but without the added implication of: “I’m smarter than you.”

    • Hi Alsetenash — a flurry indeed! See my summary of the release dates of SB 205-235 in SB 235. Forrest has kept Dal busy!

  3. O.T.
    Tom Hanks is in Santa Fe working on the film “News of the World” until next Friday. Did you meet him? He could be you in “your” movie.

  4. Someone is hot on the trail and please put the treasure in the Smithsonian Haha just my take on this elevator ride

    • Thanks Forrest, you’re always taking the elevator of life to the next level. What a memorable ride you’ve had!

  5. I’m hoping to track down some of Yazzies kachina dolls by Tuesday. We shall see If my hot lead pans out. But I am hot on the trail, that’s for sure! 😉

  6. Hot on the trail indeed.!! I would not be at all surprised if Forrest does not have a “permanent” contingency plan to purchase the treasure chest from the finder and display it at either the Smithsonian or Buffalo Bill Center of the West in Cody.

    • Yea. That’s what I’m thinking. Fill that space with all the memorabilia of the Chase. The treasure chest, the stories, the artifacts, and the records of searchers hunting in the Rocky Mountains. Who wouldn’t want to see all that. Top it off with a display of the winning solve. Priceless. Or do you have to see the movie to find out how it ends? Hmmmm?

  7. Forrest love this story, even better than when I first heard it. Been in elevators like that, they kinda made me wish I took the stairs. Oh well, what’s life without a little danger. Bad thing about Denver, when I was there back in July, it took me 3 1/2 hours to get from the Northside to the south side, and that was on I-25.

  8. Forrest Tells this story in his 2006 Buffalo Bill Museum interview. I thought it was interesting that Forrest flew to Denver to collect books, but then pretends it’s the first time he ever read one in his memoir.

  9. Yeah, yeah…you guys are all “hot on the trail”…only problem you have is that your arms are too long and your lips are too flappy. You can’t stop patting yourself on the back and rattling on about how brilliant you are…
    So, Forrest is your own personal Jimminy Cricket telegraphing secret messages through this blog…and everything is about you…you…you…

    I think there are lovely messages in these stories all right…but few here seem to be interested in listening to them…

    • I’ll be the first to admit that I’m probably the furthest from finding this thing lol. Wishful thinking though right?

    • Your post made me chuckle, but actually, Dal, I think most of the people on this blog do really enjoy Forrest’s stories. They are some of the nicer people I have met online.

      Of course, we are going to study everything Forrest writes under the microscope and look for hints. This is a million dollar treasure hunt, after all.

      So we are having some fun. Hope you are, too, because as they say, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

      Thanks for all you do, Dal!

      • Ditto ,Blue Fox. This all is one great mystery in its participation of a cold case kind. All parts of this TTOTC are enjoyable . IMO .

    • Forrest paints a picture. A moment in time. Art is open to interpretations. Who’s to judge when everything is misunderstood? r

    • You’re right Dal. I’m a bad boy. LOL Yes, I think I’ve got a solve. If I didn’t I would change what I’m doing until I found a solve that I thought was right. It’s all about me me me you say? Well, who the hell else am I looking for the treasure for? I’m looking for it for me. But I get your point and you are right, we should get more out of the stories than just looking for clues. And we do, but can you blame us for trying to suss a clue out of the scrapbook posts? There’s a million plus at stake!

      True, soem of us got paranoid that we had offened Fenn and he probably wasn’t even aware of our existence. But what’s really funny- what gave me a whole hearted belly laugh – was all the ass kissers on that post. Ha ha ha. It was great. ‘Fenn, you are so wise the way that you got that guy back for ripping you off. Oh Fenn, you are such a masterful genius. Fenn, I hope I didn’t upset you. Oh Fenn, what a kind person you are. Oh Fenn, can I lick your boot?’
      LOL Like sucking up to him is going to magically cause him to release a special clue just to tell them where it is. Or maybe he’ll email me with a private message!

      But like I said. It’s natural and expected. People get excited and stuff. It’s funny, but I’m not really ragging on them. Just poking a bit of fun.

    • You’re a funny man Dal. Every comment I read says how much people love reading these SB’s for entertainment. Paranoia comes with the territory and should be taken with a grain of saltpeter. I am thoroughly amused reading posts where people think Forrest is talking directly to them because it’s such a crock of chili. BTW Dal, I hope you realize every SB with a goat in it (or goat poo) is about you. Dal is lad spelled backwards and don’t you know a lad is a kid. In the words of Lisa Cesari…Giggles.

      • Goldilocks – The wisdom of Jiminy Cricket:

        “Pretty, huh? I’ll bet a lot of you folks don’t believe that. About a wish coming true? Well, I didn’t either. Of course, I’m just a cricket singing my way from hearth to hearth, but let me tell you what made me change my mind.”
        “Good piece of wood too.”
        “That won’t be easy.”
        “What are a conscience! I’ll tell ya! A conscience is that still small voice people won’t listen to. That’s just the trouble with the world today.”
        “Oh, Cricket’s the name. Jiminy Cricket.”
        “Well, Pinoke, maybe you and I had better have a little heart-to-heart talk.”
        “All right. Sit down, son. Now you see the world is full of temptations.”
        “Yep, temptations. They’re the wrong things that seem right at the time, but, uh…. even though the right things may seem wrong, sometimes, or sometimes, the wrong things [chuckles] may be right at the wrong time, or visa versa. [clears throat] Understand?”
        “Attaboy, Pinoke! And I’m gonna help ya.”
        “Hey, we’re free. Come on, Pinoke.”
        “Well I’ll be! [chuckling] my, my! Solid gold too. Oh I think it’s swell!”

        I grew up on the great messages in the stories of Walt Disney, Dal. And I always hear the crickets in the silence, here on The Chase, and while BOTG. Giggles.

    • Well, it doesnt seem like scrapbooks are advice to the general population, simply because Forrest presents such rare individuals in the stories. Being that this is a treasure hunt, and that it attracts all kinds, I’d hope that the intellectual aren’t shunned. Might be time to start liking the kind of person that can solve the poem. I reckon they’d be mighty proud of such a feat.

    • Dal, you seem like such a nice person. Why so angry today?

      Yes, many believe there are some hints sprinkled in Forrest’s stories (Myself included), but in no way does that distract from his wonderful writings. They are all such great memories that we all love hearing about. We know how clever Forrest is and IMO he probably loves that we “look” for hints. If not for anything but pure entertainment because to your point, we may all be wrong! But so what. It’s fun and thought provoking.

      I agree with you. There are lovely messages here, but I don’t believe they are being lost to the “hint seekers”. IMO, it’s all just part of this fun and fantastic journey that Forrest created.

    • I was thinking the same thing Dal. I don’t usually comment anymore or read the comments for that matter because they all seem to think everything is about the treasure Indulgence. I would venture to say that hardly any of these stories have hints anymore and Forrest is just putting them all out every day so people will comment here instead of emailing him a million emails.

      If course this is all just my opinion.

    • I love seeing into the genius mind of F thru his scrapbooks.
      Once in awhile, I’ll get a poke in my brain that one little thing matches up in my solve, but that’s seldom. I never take his words for granted, but cherish them.
      I guess I’m not a back slapper or lip flapper, I’m a silent snake that watches all. I only strike when I know I’m right.
      Thanks for the two cents, Dal, I agree.
      Can’t wait til spring!

    • True Dal, many are called, & few are chosen; yet even of those few, only the meek are found to be brave & in the wood!

    • You haven’t built up a nice, thick callous to the secret-personal-message faction by this point, Dal? I sure have! I don’t even take the time to roll my eyes anymore! But yes, I agree. 🙂

    • I agree Dal that there are many who try and analyze and dissect every word that Forrest speaks or write. Some of us though, like me, see a great story teller and understand he is just telling a story we enjoy hearing even though we may have read it before. Forrest though sometimes adds things that were not in the original story. I think he does this to add more detail to things he didn’t mention in the first writing that he found interesting. I know a lot if not most of these stories were written long before he ever hid the TC. I find the interesting, and enjoyable reading. Their is one hint I always pick up from these stories, and that is how Forrest describes things. That helps me better understand his thoughts on a subject or item. Yes, I do find hints that help me in the chase, but not in the form I see anyone talking about here. I look at the man and his deeds. By understanding him better, I can control my thought patterns in a more controlled direction. I am a Divergent Thinker, I have to control which direction my mind goes to select the many answers my mind comes up with as answers. To do this I use a method I call Great Minds think alike, so the better I understand Forrest, the better I can see things as Forrest does. Right or wrong ,it’s my method, I don’t expect anyone to agree with it because I don’t care whether they do or not, I am not seeking their approval. I am seeking to solve a mystery. To each their own, that’s what the Chase is about.

    • Seems to me that Mr Fenn is screaming hints from the rooftops and nobody is paying any attention.
      ..Almost nobody.. (pat, pat) 😀

      • I’m gonna jump on this train too. I wouldn’t invite a million people to send me emails unless I was planning on playing in the sandbox too.

        What if he’s rolling the credits? What if he’s showing us just how prepared he was for the long haul? What if this is what happens when someone emails the correct solve?

        *pat* *pat*

    • I think they’re great and there’s countless things to learn from each story. Its a good thing since I haven’t read the books too.

    • Agreed, the scrapbooks are generally interesting stories. But there is usually a tie back to the TOTTC or other reference related to the chase and this scrapbook has at least the hint of how to define the 5 “its” of the poem: Don’t transfer nouns, the elevator was the first noun, don’t transfer his end point to the second.

    • Matthew Wilder said it best:

      Ain’t nothin’ gonna break-a my stride
      Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no
      I got to keep on movin’

    • Jiminy Cricket, is that a Noun, Verb or Lighter.. When I was searching on Grasshopper Bank this summer, I stopped and Talked to this little Cricket, He was kind of a Wise Ass so I threw him in the Madison and a Big Brown swallowed him up… If there are any Crickets around here it’s Not Forrest, That’s for sure, He has us Jumping through Fruit Loops.. I was never a Big Fan of LBJ…and I prefer to Take elevators especially after Riding a Bicycle all Day. Have a Great Night everyone!

    • Il grillo parlante è il mio benefattore e recupererò il tesoro prima che tu possa dire decano vertiginoso.

    • Hey Dal,

      As one who became cynical and had to take a step back and try to re-center myself, I understand your frustrations. So many people KNOW where it is. So many people, rarely put their money where their mouths are.

      I commend you for your searches, for your longevity and ultimately for your patience. Thank you for posting these scrapbooks for Forrest. Thank you for all that you’ve done in this chase. I’ve come to respect you man.

      Time is a healer of all wounds. Time is also relative to each individual. I can say that I thought I was right, all along, but have never found it. I’m feeling like being thankful for all I have is the key. When I began searching, I was thankful. Thankful to be outdoors, thankful to spend time with my wife and kids on grand adventures. I became cynical and angry throughout the process…but recently, I have felt a re-invigoration.

      I have faith that it’s there. I will try again and this time I will keep the wolf at bay that says I’m a failure for not finding it. If we’re doing what we love, it’s better to fail at that instead of shriveling and failing at an ordinary life.

      I love being a treasure hunter. Forrest gave that title to me, subconsciously. I’m proud to try again and to know what I know now. I’ve learned SO much and will forever be indebted to him for teaching me these lessons.

      Proud of all of you searchers that have actually gone and searched, risked…lived.

      Cheers to you. Cheers to Forrest. Cheers to us!


    • Hi Dal–I am not that way–I have deeep pockets and short arms..Can you please tell me if there are any searchers from around Tampa Florida that might be interested in having a coffee or something stronger.I got talked into going to a place called Clearwater from Dec. 14th to the 22nd I am from the far north-west I would love to shoot the breeze with a fellow searcher..Join us up if you will..

      • Hey there RB. I’ve got deep pockets too but only because my pants came that way from the Goodwill. They must have been donated by one of the Koch Brothers. When you swing back through Kansas on your way home, I’ll have a beer with you. But your buying.

        • AkB I would love to buy you 1 or 2 I am flying from Tampa to Toronto and then home on the 22nd..I was hoping to meet with someone in Florida–Find your way there and we will swap a few Fenn Tails..I think this hunt is almost over and Forrest is like DAL says is thinning out the heard–Getting rid of the guys who won’t listen because they are too busy patting themselves on the back..

  10. In my next life I’ll own a bookstore just like Meg Ryan’s in “You’ve Got Mail.” What a dream. If anyone can recommend their favorite book by Mr. Haley I’d sure enjoy a good read. Neat scrapbook, thanks for sharing.

  11. That’s a cavalcade of books by Evetts that you have in your collection Forrest. Sounds like interesting reading. I have read some books I really enjoy by different cattlemen myself. I will have to check out some of Evetts books, too.

    Thank goodness for the Internet now, and you don’t have to go to Colfax Avenue to get your books, which Playboy once called the ‘longest, wickedest street in America.”

    The Smithsonian group of museums has always been a favorite of mine. Out of the 19 different museums that make up this institution, which one do you think would most like to have your treasure, Forrest? I am thinking the American History Museum would be a good fit. I hope one day we will see Indulgence there.

    • Blue Fox – I think the Director of the Smithsonian agreed with you:

      But, I still think the bronze chest, and Forrest’s story, belongs in the Museum of Natural History, based on their definition of a ‘social artifact’. That feels more unique and interesting to me. And the Director said museum displays and content are up to those who run the individual museums; that he has no say in the matter. I have planted the corn kernel, though.

      First things first:

      Let’s find that treasure!

      Another great story, Forrest.

  12. Colfax Ave (At 26 miles long) in Denver used to be the longest straight road in America.. I’m not sure where it stands today.. Forrest, Thank You for these excellent story’s. Perhaps someday we will catch up with you… I’m Lagging behind.

    I Love the Texas Hill Country and Cattle Drive Story’s and Guns, I used to Love a few six-packs of Shiner Bock but those days are Gone… Thanks Again for the Wonderful Tales

  13. Forrest;

    You just continue to amaze us with your wit and wisdom – Telling us about people you have met and done business with. I hope that once Indulgence IS found, that it will find it’s way to the Smithsonian – I think that “she” would rest easy there – resting there for all to see. JDA

  14. I got to see the traveling Smithsonian museum in Minnesota when I was a child. Was absolutely amazing. Emailia Earhart memorabilia, Lincolns top hat he was assassinated in, dorothy’s ruby slippers… I need to see it again with more appreciative eyes.

  15. I’m like scratching my head on this one, especially since it’s late and I was just getting ready for bed. The engine is out of gas and time to catch some zzzzs.

    Sounds like a great book though.


  16. Forrest,

    It would have been laughable if Rosenstock had stayed on the first floor and gave you a paper with directions on how to go find the box with the first edition book in it. Even more so if the directions were written as a song. Of course he knew exaxtly which box it was in, he put it there. Those Texas cattle drivers sure were the trailblazers of their time and always knew where to go too since it wasn’t their first rodeo. Great story, it is interesring to hear what is a motivating factor for some people, good thing you knew where to get the book.

  17. That elevator sounds like a cool old treasure Forrest! But I would rather see your treasure in the Smithsonian!!!

  18. So clever Mr. Fenn. Hot on the Trail. Very clever indeed. Let me try:

    Stop U-turn ahead

    No really, this time I’m done. LOL

  19. Deciding what “it” refers to seems, to me, to be part of the puzzle. In this SB, in the final paragraph it skips over the obvious noun “collection” and refers back to the noun “elevator”.

    I’m trying not to ignore any of the nouns.

    • Notice that “it” changes throughout the poem. Now, if you are travelling from point A to point B, using a map, what else….

      You’re welcome.

  20. I loved your story, Forrest, especially the part about the elevator. It reminded me of a creepy slow elevator I recently rode. It made all kinds of noise and had the oddest solid metal sliding mechanism which made me feel like I’d entered into a horror movie. I actually took a video of it so I wouldn’t think later that I’d imagined it all. As I left I felt sorry for the people that lived in that building.

    Forest you seem to be overflowing with great tales lately. You are starting to get downright inspirational. I might just have to start writing my own stories one of these day.

  21. Well I’m not knowing when Forrest wrote all these older details of his life, but I’m guessing some were when the events were fresh in his mind. Sort of his diary of everyday life. Maybe after his cancer scare he decided to make those eventful diary entries come to life, and at some point share them with the pubic somehow. Having the thought “ you can’t take it with you” and thinking about “Tarzan” and where he was planning to hide him. So why not include some “little hints” in those stories that could help the ones searching get on the path to finding it.

    So if Forrest knew he had done this and was going to put all these stories out there somehow either in books or storytelling on blogs or possibly interviews, why not include something in the poem that get’s those secret messages in his stories for those to see. Oh that’s right he did.

    “Hear me all and listen good.”

    So Dal, are we looking for things that are not there in all these scrapbooks, maybe. But really, who’s to say they aren’t.

    This is all IMO, even tho I see things. Just maybe others do too.

    Thanks for another wonderful and informative SB Forrest. and just maybe there is someone “Hot on theTrail.”

    Enjoy life,

  22. One person’s right is always another opposing person’s left. And vice versa. In traffic anyway. My personal trail is chaos. And the blogs feed it especially recently. Colorado searching is almost done for me for the year due to snow.

  23. I enjoyed the scrapbook. Quite the collections of books held in the warehouse. I’m glad Fred had the book for which you sought and you were able to sell the painting. It would have been interesting to read the old newspaper prints. The comment about, “…the elevator I meant,” reminds me of his comment in his TTOTC book about the pickpocket. That is just one example. Had to look up the definition for hag because I wasn’t sure what to think. I think it may be one of those situations that as long as you understand what is being said, it doesn’t matter what the definition is. The Smithsonian would be a nice place to hold both collection and elevator.

  24. Forrest had “two Gods”, Fred Rosenstock and Jeff Dykes, both book collectors. Fred wrote the foreword to “The Beat of the Drum and the Whoop of the Dance”. Forrest wrote the foreword to “Leon Gaspard” by Frank Waters. Frank Waters wrote the foreword to a book about Fred Rosenstock…oh what a tangled web they weave. The book/art collecting community was quite intermingled, which speaks to the high regard they had for each other.

      • Goldilocks – Snaring naughty children…not going anywhere near Spider Rock!:

        Still looking for your remaining probably Navajo Yazzi Yarnell display-sized Kachina dolls, Forrest. I have a message into Mark Sublette in Arizona, who did such a nice job on his website, previously, with all things J.H. Sharp.

        • Goldilocks – My Navajo name would probably be, She Who Goes Down Rabbit Holes.

          From that link:

          “The Basketmaker II and III periods are named for the fine basketry often found in the habitation sites of these people. Like other Archaic cultures in North America, the Basketmaker II economy combined hunting, gathering wild plant foods, and some corn (maize) cultivation. These people typically lived in caves or in shallow pithouses constructed in the open. They also created pits in the ground that were used for food storage. Storage pits were often lined and capped in order to aid in food preservation, to prevent vermin infestation, and to prevent injuries.”

  25. Hi All
    Just got off the elevator on the second floor ,I turned left and went down a long hall looked down and what do you think I saw?

  26. Davidwes, Bur and a few others above referred to what I believe is happening here.
    And Dal seems a bit ticked or so it seems to me.

    Without a doubt Mr. Fenn is a great historian, an expert in oh so many fields but – he is also a master of tomfoolery as well a home grown psycologist that understands how our minds work. He understands that people often think and act solely upon what they hear or read or what they assume to be fact.

    He created the poem as a tool, a map, a riddle to solve, supported by his scrapbooks and interviews. Is it no wonder that we question his words in depth? He has been a good teacher, encouraging us to dig deeper, think harder, look past the end of our noses and to use our imagination to come up with the “correct solve.” He is a good business man and knows the value of advertising.

    And so we doubt his words – remember the story about the little boy and the wolf?

    I love this quote by George Carlin –
    “Tell people there’s an invisible man in the sky who created the universe, and the vast majority will believe you. Tell them the paint is wet, and they have to touch it to be sure.”

    Think like a child. Reach out and Touch.

  27. Finally! Now we know “too far to walk” means you have to take an elevator!

    (I meant, thanks for the story Forrest)

    • Allen K. & 42 – Is TFTW time and not distance?:

      “In 1966, mathematician Paul Cooper theorized that the fastest, most efficient way to travel across continents would be to bore a straight hollow tube directly through the Earth, connecting a set of antipodes, remove the air from the tube and fall through. The first half of the journey consists of free-fall acceleration, while the second half consists of an exactly equal deceleration. The time for such a journey works out to be 42 minutes. Even if the tube does not pass through the exact center of the Earth, the time for a journey powered entirely by gravity (known as a gravity train) always works out to be 42 minutes, so long as the tube remains friction-free, as while the force of gravity would be lessened, the distance traveled is reduced at an equal rate. (The same idea was proposed, without calculation by Lewis Carroll in 1893 in Sylvie and Bruno Concluded.) Now we know that is not true, and it only would take about 38 minutes.”

      That was 38 minutes…the center of the Earth has lots of Fe in it.


      • @lisaC,

        Gravity & time never sleep.

        Last night I fell into bed- went through “the tunnel” and woke up in a new day. On my way through the time tunnel/gravity train, I dreamt of hiking in Montana and sailing off the coast of Nice, France.
        Paul Coopers theory holds weight and perhaps Forrest’s poem taps into other dimensions. I do think folks under estimate how much Forrest has woven into the tapestry of his poem. IMO It’s much more of multi-dimensional puzzle than simple rhymes taken at face value. That said I do believe whoever finds the treasure will have figured out that Forrest hit it in “plane sight” from the air, and in “plain sight” in his poem.

        *All my opinions and likely all wrong.* But every searcher needs to find their baseline or map key, stick to the rules you find in the poem, and move forward…or you’d never leave the Collection of maps on your kitchen table and search anywhere.

        In the last six years, because of confirmation bias due my love for Montana, I was positive the treasure would be there. At some point I put away ff’s books, quit reading the blogs and spent 2 yrs only looking at what the poem reveals. Talk about tunnel vision…LOL…I’ve fallen in…please pull me out.

        For the record, I never feel like Forrest is talking to me, although I have a few words for him some days.

        • 42 – Time is relative. Did you, by any chance, read “Einstein’s Dreams”?

          Forrest wrote:

          “When I told Fred that I needed a copy of The Trail Drivers of Texas, he paused, but only for a few seconds. “Follow me,” he said, and we headed for his “elevator.” It was the old kind where the driver had to close two iron screens and then throw a lever forward. Under perfect conditions the rickety thing would move up to the 2nd floor at about 1 mile per hour.”

          Ok, so 38 minutes is about a half mile…which is about 2600ft. Is that the total distance for two round trips from Forrest’s Sedan in one afternoon?

          If you travel on the Gravity Elevator, from my hidey spot through the center of the Earth, to the opposite side, you end up along the route of one of the most famous Antarctic explorers. Is that the ‘worth the cold’ part in the Poem?

          Giggling still, Forrest. And China is not below Hebgen Lake.

        • I agree. ff ‘hid’ it in plain sight and ‘right’ in our faces. i think we almost all deviate from the truth. I hope i will find the light at the end of the tunnel!

  28. This story leaves me with some hope that the sun may breach the gap in my teeth to alight my tongue. Perhaps to clean it for a kind word to share.
    Imagine that some day that a book we had written will be found in a dusty box and sell for big bucks.
    BTW, there was a copy of my poetry “The Word of Love” buried somewhere in the book store on Grant Street.

  29. I feel like I have seen the John Marchand painting in person before, but I can’t remember where. Perhaps the Buffalo Bill Center of the West? Then again, that place has no fewer than 58 billion different paintings of cowboys on horses, so I could be mistaken.

    This reminded me of another good book I read awhile ago called “The Man Who Loved Books Too Much”. It talks a lot about the people who sell rare books, and one unscrupulous man who stole a good amount of them from various sellers. I highly recommend it!

    • …or maybe the painting is in the Haley Memorial Library in Midland, Texas exactly as Forrest wrote above. Ha ha, I am dumb!

  30. OK I’ll forget about any private messages and simply look at some of what Forrest has said here…
    (Which IMO has a tie-in to ff’s poem)

    ff must hugely enjoy the writings of J. Evetts Haley
    (25 books); And before Forrest describes his own personal story with the author, Forrest begins by complementing Haley’s bravery and then specifically highlights the book which exposes LBJ.
    “A Texan Looks at Lyndon” (the expose’ of Lyndon Johnson).

    Now, a possible link to ff’s poem, observe the poem justified left with spaces removed (as ff did in TFTW). look at left margin; The first capitalized letters in lines14, 15, 16… “LBJ”. The word
    Dealey can also be found below LBJ by connecting letters. (Forrest has said something akin to…there are a few hints living on the edges or “margins”).

    Why??? Is it random coincidence that LBJ/Dealey is found in the poem and this scrapbook, or did Forrest include it because he knows something?

    Perhaps J Evetts Haley, a friend of Forrest, was hot on the trail of who ordered JFK’s death.
    ff’s friend Jackie Kennedy also believed that LBJ ordered her husbands death. Obviously this won’t help anyone find the treasure, But it was the lead story in Forrest’s scrapbook here.

    • 42 – Interesting catch on the LBJ in the poem, but I’m less convinced about the Dealey. How are you coming up with that? I guess you can unscramble most of “already” in the 5th stanza and borrow another “e” from “answer”, or bounce around between the last line of the 5th stanza and the first two lines of the last stanza, but it seems like you really have to do some mental gymnastics to come up with Dealey.

      • @Blex, you’re correct – to connect Dealey – use lines
        17 (Y from why) 18 anD LEAve; 19 thE.

        (You do have to connect the letters in a circular method rather than a linear method).

        The reason I can justify this to work with “my” poem rules:
        The 4 corner stones (letters) of TTOTC poem are I D E A
        In a circular fashion.

        • Blex, I probably have the wrong idea about IDEA.
          I’ve also considered one must I.D. identify the E and A; and a few others.

          • @Blex, it’s no secret that forrest loved Amelia Earhart. Her I.D. Photo A.E. ID in FF’s memoir likely holds some hint.

          • 42 – That’s an interesting catch on the IDEA. Didn’t Forrest recently mention the Ides of March as well? I don’t know if Amelia or JFK factor into anything related to the Chase, but it is interesting reading the articles lately about how Amelia’s remains may have finally been found.

        • All ideas start with imagination.

          “You guys seem hung up on waterfalls, dont try and change my poem to fit your ideas.”

          I wish I could keep flapping my lips but I’ll stop now.

  31. I would love to be Forrest reading all the comments on these pages…could you imagine? I’d prolly be ROFLMAO!
    That is by no means in offense to anyone, I include myself in this nutty family! I was on this conspiracy theory about three years ago lol! Love you guys! Love you Dal!

    Btw, I saw a description of a good buddy of mine, right down to the condition of his book…both new and old…

    • Jdiggins, no offense taken, as your comment is likely aimed my direction today.

      FYI: Forrest Fenn was friends with Jackie Kennedy, US Secretary of Defense Don Rumsfeld, John Erlichman. It’s plausible that ff did discuss JFK’s death with his widow or other high ranking U.S. Gov’t officials which were his friends.

      IMO It’s also plausible that ff included important events in his life inside the poem which are meaningful to him, but won’t lead anyone to the treasure.

      • 42, I’ve always had an appreciation for your thought process. I really want aiming, but funny (not ha ha, lol) you responded because I agree with the last paragraph of your reply completely!

  32. “This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen, the cover is falling off, its full of foxing, and half the pages are crimped. I couldn’t possibly give you more than $4,000 for it.”

    The moral of the story: Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.

      • @AkB Treasure Hunter, the cover of the hag’s book. How could what have happened?

        Something I have noticed…there have been lots of references to literary printing terms. Words like frontispiece, tipped in, borders, gild edges etc, the SB’s about the White House Doodles (a leaf is a sheet of paper in a publication), book signings for people like John Ehrlichman, everyone writing forewords for everyone else’s books, authors, book publishers, book collectors and on and on. Books, books and more books. Lots of thoughts about making one’s mark in history with a book.

        • I agree with everything you are saying and I was shamelessly plugging a YouTube interview I was a part of. You are an unbiased third party with your own views and are unknowingly helping my cause. I just wanted you to elaborate. Thank you.

    • Goldilocks-you continue to hit this thing out of the park. I hope you are searching in anywhere but Wyoming.

      • Hi Copper – My head is not committed to any one State but my heart is in New Mexico for one simple reason – it’s close to home. I want to be in close proximity to my loved ones when I’m gone. Forrest’s preference is all that matters however, so I continue to keep an open mind.

  33. Dear Forrest:

    I love these stories, especially when they allow room for redemption, refurbishment, and rediscovery. The images really help bring the text into sharp focus. That’s why I like your hands-on approach to history and archaeology. None of it is real until we can put our hands on it! We need more teachers who want to help kids (and adults) get their hands and feet onto and into history.

    I found several odd and neat subjects in here: 2 were white and 2 were non-white. I am surprised such a conservative writer (arguably way right of centrist) had such a wrinkly shirt. He looked more like a college professor, and everyone knows those are surely all way left-ish. LBJ’s surveying some sort of wreckage, and it looks like a fire of some kind burned the, plane behind him. The cowboy’s horse was not of a different color, but he had a tale to tell two. And all of these business “suits,” to me, tell a similar but important story: your elevator can go almost any speed you want, as long as it goes all the way to the top. I always remembered that one- my dad used to tell it to me. It is always burned in my mind.

    Take care,

  34. Evetts Haley in his book, “A Texan Looks at Lyndon” is or should be known as seeing this: “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.” Shakespeare was through Mark Anthony such an eloquent writer….the point is somewhat like the 20/20 examination of Richard Nixon, just an aside “Richard Burton” played Mark Anthony who famously uttered those words and these Cleopatra : You come before me as a suppliant.

    Antony : If you choose to regard me as such.

    If one chooses to look at LBJ and Richard Nixon with 20/20 hindsight the difference is plain to see, Nixon commited sins while president, LBJ committed sins before?

    For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. SO what is the greater offense and which can or should be forgiven…tolerated?

    History is always written by the victors and the books of truth are being opened here for us to see, so I ask you now if Kit Carson was a hero or a villain? I suggest that Kit Carson is the 43″ Doll in the center of the 9 and occupies the center of truth, and truth is absolute in the Church of the Mountain GOD.


    • Winston Churchill said it, ” History is always written by the victor’s.” History cannot be changed, only be refined. You cannot judge a man of yesterday by the morals of today. It is what it is, and no amount of crying is going to change it. Learn from it and move forward. After all isn’t that how we got todays morals? Those who do not learn the history of the past are doomed to repeat it.

      • And I will add, knocking down statues and banning books in Universities won’t change History, it will only fuel the ignorant and the Enemies of God will possess the minds of men. Then we will see the End of Days. Perfect example is what Pol Pot accomplished in Cambodia. The communists want you to believe they are for the common man and then they take your guns and kill your family. Lawlessness and slavery will abound, There is nothing new under the sun. Now back to treasure hunting.

        • Well I guess you have it written in stone, but there will be higher taxes soon for healthcare, fast trains and education. If you don’t make 10 million a year- nothing to worry about.

  35. Forrest, the way you talk down about that elevator reminds me of when you said “I wish I would have thought of that.” 🙂
    I bet you felt Mighty special going up in that elevator instead of taking the stairs.


    • Nov 21 today, the Game is harsh and I am still hanging on the edge! I feel that my brain is under 0.2 bars of pressure!

  36. Fred must have had quite an organized brain or maybe he had a secret filing system written in shorthand that went unnoticed.

  37. I really enjoyed reading this scrapbook. What a vivid description of your visit to Fred’s ‘warehouse’.
    I can picture; the one mile per hour elevator, the entrance to the warehouse, the 15 rows of dusty card-boxes and all the dust and paper debris on the the floor. And then, when Fred reaches to get your book I can even smell the biblichor.
    Thank you Mr. Fenn.
    PS. I agree, this artifact belongs to the Smithsonian.

  38. When I told Fred that I needed a copy of The Trail Drivers of Texas, he paused, but only for a few seconds. “Follow me,” he said, and we headed for his “elevator.” It was the old kind where the driver had to close two iron screens and then throw a lever forward. Under perfect conditions the rickety thing would move up to the 2nd floor at about 1 mile per hour. And of course, there it was, the first one on top. Walking back to the elevator, we talked about Evetts Haley’s great book collection and I mentioned that it should be given to the Smithsonian – the elevator I meant. f

    Tongue in cheek, or should I say LBJ was a friend of mine and he read my mothers poems?
    Why he even had the Secretary of the Navy send my mom photos of me and UDT Team 21.

    Illegitimate in 1964 has been re defined today, and I get the message that Mark Anthony sent to Cleopatra…


    No stone shall go upturned in 5 EASY PIECES, Jack. John or Kit.

  39. I totally missed this scrapbook and it’s such a good one! What a nice surprise .Thank you Forrest and Dal 🙂

    • Veronica, this story reminds me of my bedroom closet with boxes stacked 3-4 high. There’s so little room, I barely have a narrow space to get to my clothes.

    • It also reminds me of Forrest and Donnie on their horses in that narrow canyon mentioned in TTOTC. Do you think there might be a connection?

      • Do you think it unintended Donnie and Forrest both became arc enemies but joined together again at the end of their journey?

        I m sure I might have read one flipped out on the other.

        Maybe just my imagination.

        • BigOnus, you sure do have an unintentional way with words. Not being rude in any way, but I am in great need of using MY imagination when you use YOUR imagination.

          • Apologies Suzy_S. I live in a chaotic environment, so rarely at my best when relaying my opinions. Too much sun and lemonade today I reckon.
            Its sometimes better that I don’t speak than make no sense at all.

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