My Imaginary Interview with Forrest Fenn…


Introduction: If Forrest were to condense everything he has said over the past nine years into one short interview, I imagine that it might sound something like this. The words are all his, but I have selected and organized them in a manner that I feel best conveys the essence of his message.
– David Thalheimer


My Imaginary Interview with Forrest Fenn

The spot where I hid the treasure was in my mind from the time I first started thinking about the chase. It’s a place that I have visited a few times. I have fond memories of that place. It is special to me and there was never another consideration. No other hiding place was ever seriously considered. I was going to make it work no matter what.

I took it out and put it at a very secret, and a very dear place…private…and I walked back to my car, smiling. Telling myself, yeah. I really felt good. I had done something that I had dreamed about for a very long time. In my reverie I often find myself stealing away to that place and I will always consider it to be mine alone. If I had it all to do over again the results would be the same, and I can’t think of anything I would change. If I was standing where the treasure chest is, I see trees, I see mountains, I see animals, I’ll smell wonderful smells of pine needles, sage brush. The treasure is hidden in a place where I would not mind spending a few thousand years. I am almost umbilically attached to the spot, and as I approach 89 years my desire to be there is still strong.

I didn’t need a map or any information to write the poem. Everything was in my head. It took me a while to get the wording exactly how I wanted it. Counting the clues and hiding the chest came later. It is not likely that anyone will find it without following the clues, at least in their mind. In my mind, studying the clues is tantamount to using a road map to get from one place to another. It’s hidden in a pretty good place. Nobody is going to happen on that treasure chest. It’s difficult to find but it certainly isn’t impossible. But if you’re gonna find the treasure, you’ve got to solve the riddle that is in my poem, the nine clues that are in my poem. No one has any secret information that will take them to the hiding place. It’s in the poem for all to see.

The clues did not exist when I was a kid but most of the places the clues refer to did. I think they might still exist in 100 years but the geography probably will change before we reach the next millennia. I am guessing the clues will stand for centuries. That was one of my basic premises, but the treasure chest will fall victim to geological phenomena just like everything else. The Rocky mountains are still moving and associated physical changes will surely have an impact. Who can predict earthquakes, floods, mudslides, fires, tornadoes and other factors? The immediate landscape will probably remain about the same for as long as time has to go. If you are in the year 3,009 it will be more difficult for you to find the treasure.

I have always said the poem will lead you to the treasure if you have the right map and know where to start. The first clue in the poem is ‘Begin it where warm waters halt’. Searchers continue to figure the first two clues and others arrive there and don’t understand the significance of where they are. I know of a few searchers who have been reasonably close to the treasure, but there is no indication that they knew it. Some may have solved the first four clues, but I am not certain. Until someone finds the treasure they will not know for sure that they have discovered the first clue. There are many places in the Rocky Mountains where warm waters halt, and nearly all of them are north of Santa Fe. Look at the big picture, there are no short cuts. Your destination is small but it’s location is huge.

There are a few words in the poem that are not useful in finding the treasure, but it is risky to discount any of them. It is straight forward so there is no need to over-think it or look for commas and misspellings as clues. It was not written with the idea of fooling anyone. Some searchers overrate the complexity of the search. Knowing about head pressures, foot pounds, acre feet, bible verses, Latin, cubic inches, icons, fonts, charts, graphs, formulas, curved lines, magnetic variation, codes, depth meters, riddles, drones or ciphers, will not assist anyone to the treasure location. It seems like the longer one thinks about the search the more they complicate the problem. No specialized knowledge is required. My Thrill of the Chase book is enough to lead an average person to the treasure. The only requirement is that you figure out what the clues mean. But a comprehensive knowledge of geography might help. I would advise new searchers to look for the clues in my poem and try to marry them to a place on a map. The more detailed maps are most useful if you have the right map, but I’m not sure I needed to tell you that.

[How many clues can be solved by someone just thinking and searching the Internet from home?] All of them, in theory, but not likely in practice. It’s not a matter of trying, it’s a matter of thinking. The person who finds the treasure will have studied the poem over and over, and thought, and analyzed and moved with confidence. Nothing about it will be accidental. My guess is that the person who is successful will very quietly solve the clues and walk to the treasure with a smile on their face. I think that person will be positive in their attitude and deliberate in their actions. I warned the path would not be direct for those who had no certainty of the location beforehand, but sure for the one who did. No one is giving the treasure away. Whoever finds it will have paid their dues and earned the prize.

I applaud those who are staying in the search, and enjoying what nature has to offer. It is important that the mystery and intrigue of the story continues to excite families and motivate them to get out into the mountains. That has always been my goal. I will reiterate that the story is real, the chest is where I left it, and it is not in a dangerous place. If you can find it, you can have it. When somebody finds that treasure chest, everybody’s going to say, ‘My God! Why didn’t I think of that?’

T. S. Eliot said:
We shall not cease from our exploration
And at the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time





Fly Fishing for Gold…

APRIL 2019

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Fly Fishing for Gold: Searching for the end of Forrest Fenn’s Rainbow and his Treasure 
by Jeff Uryjasz

6 x 9 Paperback (great size to take along on your travels or a plane)
163 pages

Whether you are new to the search or have been looking since the beginning, join me on the quest for Forrest Fenn’s bronze treasure chest filled with gold and precious stones as I provide a comprehensive analysis of his memoirs, email responses, and other hints he has provided on my way to deciphering the nine clues in his poem needed to create a map that leads to the end of his rainbow and the hidden treasure. Come along with me as I follow the map’s directions which led me on a real-life adventure to the Rocky Mountains in search of the GOLD. 

About the Author

Do you really care? Ok, you asked for it.

Jeff Uryjasz graduated from Illinois Institute of Technology with a degree in architecture and he also has over fifteen years of experience in civil engineering and land surveying. He decided to utilize his education and life experience to extrapolate a solution to Fenn’s poem and create a map to the treasure.

Also, he loathes writing in third person. 

The book can be purchased through Amazon as a Paperback. Great travel size to take with you on your travels and add your own notes.

Go to the book on Amazon by clicking HERE






FFGM Treasure Hunt #7

APRIL 2019


This treasure hunt was solved and the stone retrieved on April 13th.

You can see the complete solution on Jenny’s site, HERE.

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This treasure hunt was solved and the stone retrieved on April 13th.

You can see the complete solution on Jenny’s site, HERE.






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Losing Your Marbles on the Madison…

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I’ve been walking the moody Madison River both inside and outside Yellowstone National Park for a few years now. It’s a fun place to hike, particularly since the Madison is such a pristine river for so much of its 183 mile journey to the Missouri River. It’s hard to find pristine river that’s easily hiked in this country but if your aching to walk along one…try the Madison…but avoid the hazardous sections and the stretches that wind through private property.

I have not walked all 183 miles…In fact I’ve only walked a little over a seventh of the river, or those portions where I believe Forrest’s poem leads me. I generally start where the poem suggests I should “put in” and then start searching for other key features of the poem. Most I find without problem. But that blaze has been a constant sticking point for me…

So I come back a few times each year when I get the chance and try something slightly different, a place less worn, a path less traveled, a slightly different direction.…and walk more. Sometimes right along the river and sometimes a few hundred feet outside of it. But I’m not aimlessly ambling along. I am searching…scanning the scenic landscape far and near for an elusive clue in the poem…not that I know exactly what it is that I am looking for…I try to keep my mind open to anything that fits…use my imagination…(which Forrest says I don’t have).

It’s not as if I don’t find things…interesting things…puzzling things…

One spring day I stopped at a bend in the river to watch a school of small trout racing around in circles near the bank. Eye candy! I stepped away from the bank to take my camera off my shoulder and a spot of red caught my eye in the sandy bank above the stream. Just a small glint of red. Maybe a fishing lure, I thought. So I got down on my hands and knees in the warm, soft earth and started digging away with my fingers where the color showed. 


It wasn’t a dry fly or any other kind of fishing lure. It was the small arc of what turned out to be 4 pretty old marbles. A shooter, two biggies and an aggie. They had been there awhile. Impossible to say how long a while. But in my mind I decided they were 80 or more years old. Maybe Forrest and Donnie Joe stopped here to play some marbles in the sand while they were out exploring. Maybe they took a nap in the warm sun and when they woke-up they forgot about their marbles and headed back to the highway and their bikes for the ride home.


Maybe a Crow stole them from some playground in town and carried them, one at a time, out here and hid them.


Maybe they were in the back of a horse drawn wagon that an early tourist took from Virginia City to the park…before the highways…and the marbles fell out. Glass marbles were first made in America just before 1900. I believe the formal game of marbles is a British invention..but kids were probably playing some form of a marble like game with roundish stones for centuries before colored glass marbles and formal rules.

On another trip I found this small arrow point a few miles from where I found the marbles. It looks like part of the tang on the right side broke off at the notch. Maybe while being made or maybe while it was being used. I could not find any other pieces like this one in the immediate area so it does not seem likely that the site was a place where points were manufactured so I will guess that it was shot…maybe lost…or possibly discarded…


Close to a campground I found this 1985 Mexican 1 Peso coin. Not valuable but fun to find.


I ran into this deer antler shed in a thick lodgepole pine area while stalking wildflowers in Forrest’s old stomping ground near the Madison. Not a very majestic shed…but it had been on the forest floor for some time and the acid soil dissolved the softer parts of the antler leaving it grainy and interesting…Usually these things are devoured by porcupines or mice before they have a chance to lay around for a few seasons and get grainy. So this was a nice find.


And finally…the oddest of all…This is a Japanese fishing net float. Aside from being found in Japan they wash up on the beaches of the Pacific northwest coast after storms, making the trek across the ocean…unbroken. This one was trapped in a backwater, cut-off from the main stream of the Madison…covered in a thick green goop. Big floats are about the size of a basketball and are prized by collectors and seafood restaurant interior designers. This one is about the size of a baseball and still has the netting around it. But it begs the question…how did it get into the Madison River some 5,500 miles from Japan and at least 15 miles from the nearest seafood restaurant? It couldn’t be old or the netting would be rotted. I think it’s authentic…Japanese…but I am certainly no expert…fun find.


At one time we held a contest for the most unusual “found object” someone recovered while out on a hike. Some pretty interesting things were carried back with searchers…LOOK HERE