1. THIRD PLACE WINNER
Here I sit at 11 PM scanning the blogs and maps. All because someone said, “Dude, you’re the smartest guy I know. If anyone can figure this out you can! You should take a look at this poem.”
2. SECOND PLACE WINNER
Forrest, would a color blind person be at a disadvantage when searching for the chest?
“I can’t answer your question but if you find an old treasure chest full of tomatoes take it home because that’s the gold.” f
The worst advice I got was from a friend who is a member of Mensa International, he said to me, “You know what they say Charles, if something is too good to be true…..”
I emailed Forrest, asking why he said “Mts. N of SF” then changed it to “ROCKY Mts. N. of SF” and was it to hide some reason. I got a short, curt reply of, “They are synonymous, Donna!”…ouch! Touche’!
Worst advice ever, a friend told me,”Yeah, a two-wheel-drive will get you there!”
6. FIRST PLACE WINNER
A judge in Raton told me the worst advice ever given to me while searching was, “Mom, if we just move these two rocks we can go around the gate!”
Mom said,”Don’t chew bubblegum when you’re searching. You might swallow the bubblegum when you find the chest.” Two and a half years later and I still haven’t swallowed the bubblegum. I’m addicted. I don’t think mom saw that coming.
The ONLY advice I’ve ever received ends up being both the best AND the worst I have ever received! “You should always share everything you find with your fellow searchers. Doing so broadens the discussion and encourages feedback from others.”
…”make sure you call the Ranger and let him know we’re coming…”
The worst advice said to me in the beginning of my chase, “I don’t think you should email Forrest.”
I told Jamie, “Keep on going,” on the snowy road. Two minutes later, we were stuck and had to call for rescue.
The worst advice I received was spending too much time studying. My family’s jaws dropped at my HOB, after hearing what I learned. They looked like old-fashioned steam shovels. I’ll have another serving of KNOWLEGE, please!
You don’t need toilet paper in the backpack, mom. There’s some kind of rule about placing outhouses along trails. I mean, what do you think the rangers use? (from my city-dwelling son)
Before I fully understood the poem, I went on a search. I found a spot that I just knew it was’t and convinced myself to walk away without fully investigating. I really hate the advice I gave myself.
“Keep It Simple… Stupid.” and then, as a handy tool to make it easier for me to remember for the future, the overly personal and patronizing acronym: K.I.S.S.
Thanks anyway for it.
In my search for Indulgence, the worst advice I have received so far has been from my younger son when, with much enthusiasm, he says, “Dad, we need to go (on our search) next week before anyone else finds it”.
“Where are we going?” I queried.
“Just over there.” was the reply
“Looks too far to walk…” I cautioned, “…we should drive.”
“Naw, it’s not too far to walk…” was the assuring reply,
“…I checked it out on Google Earth.”
As a newbie I emailed Dal to search with me. He didn’t think the treasure was where I said.
After seeing his 60 plus flailings I realized he gave me the wads of confidence that ff wrote the finder possesses.
“Make sure you post a photo on Facebook so we know you found it!” Got this from several friends and family. Bad advice for lottery winners too.
The worst advice I was given was right after discovering “my blaze”. My husband said, It’s not buried; it’s just under that massive rock that weighs more than 42 lbs. Lift it.
-Kathryn now crowfeast
“Just quit hunting. Look at yourself. A short poem about nature & you twist it into obsessively reading about art/history, collecting books, hiking mountain tops….cross-country road trips with ‘new’ friends?? You don’t even watch your favorite TV anymore.”
4 1/2 years ago I was just sitting around and my wife said ” why don’t you get a hobby I seen where an older gentleman in New Mexico hid a million dollars in gold in the mountains north of Santa Fe.”
The worst advice I got on the chase was from a shady looking guy in Santa Fe: “Watch your wallet in that restaurant.”
I did, but after a leisurely dinner I came back outside and my rental car was gone.
I vote for roping a buffalo as worse advice! From the sounds of it you can ruin your shoes get your feet wet and cold and lose the front axle to your car plus the buffalo didn’t have such a happy ending.
The worst advice a person usually gets is when they advise themselves. Such was my case.
“Go pee in the bushes over there, nobody will see you!”
The worst advice I ever received about the Chase was from my husband who suggested that I take a HUGE bunch of bananas to Forrest Fenn’s book signing event.
“So forget the map, roll down the windows, and whenever you can pull over and have a picnic with a pig.”
The worst advice that I have been told is that Forrest did not hide the chest of gold. People’s advice to me is that I’m wasting my time.
The worst advice I’ve recieved..”Go west.In a short hour you see a big lake, cross it, run south – west ——-.Mirror this trail.Aim south and look heading west for grey F sign”.
When I asked Goofy what else there was to do in Wyoming if I didn’t find the TC he said: “If you’re going to Yellowstone ask Dal where all the best moose viewing spots are.”
The Worst Advice –
Me: “You know Mom, some of this treasure hunt revolves around the Lewis and Clark Expedition.”
Mom: “Well dear, maybe you should learn to speak Indian.
The worst advice that I ever received was from myself, when I was convinced that the poem could be turned into an origami fortune teller. That is when I signed up for the blogs.
“Why don’t you take Caleb and go now” after planning an anniversary trip, my grandson’s marriage plans conflicted the date. My wife was upset that I would go. I was upset she canceled a trip planned for 4 months.
“Tell me where you’re going next time in case I need to send a search party since there’s no cell service out here.” – Resort owner
I don’t even tell Forrest where I’m searching, why would I tell him?
I tried talking to my brother about becoming my “sponsor” and before I could get IT out about working for him if I fail, he advised,”Why don’t you just become the dream?” I said,” Love you” and hung up.
The worst advice I have received:
“That’s stupid, I can’t believe you think someone really hid a treasure chest.
You shouldn’t waste your time looking for something that isn’t there.”
The worst advice I ever received was from a not so nice someone, on another blog, who told me I should just go back to sleep now because they didn’t agree with me.
It came from my brother. You are on a goose chase, the real treasure is in Yellowstone.
You think you will find hidden treasure? Yeah, sure, and the Cubs are gonna win a playoff game!
“Have flashlight, will travel”