Keri’s Great Shirts …


While working on some shirt designs I had the idea of doing some for searchers. If you’ve been involved in the chase long enough you more than likely have a state you prefer to search in… or two states… ok maybe all of them. Lol Either way I thought it would be fun to make a shirt for each state with lines from The Poem and Forrest’s doodles (I have permission from Forrest).

There are different shirt options and colors available for each state. You can use the link above or below to check out all the options. Purchasing, professional printing, and shipping are all done by the company. Hope you enjoy!


Scrapbook One Hundred Sixty Seven…



Jon Lackman conducted this email interview with Forrest for a publication that did not use it. Rather than let it die in his computer Jon has decided to share it with us. The interview was conducted in May of 2015.

Thanks Jon!!


– My apologies for the morbid impolite question, but it seems quite possible that this treasure hunt will be the first line of your obituary. Are you comfortable with that? Is there something else you’ve done that you’d prefer to come first? 

FF: I said in my book that my obituary should say, “I wish I could have lived to do the things I was attributed to.” During my art gallery years I advertised full page color in some of the most prominent magazines of that time, which made me an “expert” in the eyes of many. It was good for business, but it also made me a target. My treasure story lit a fuse that will burn until someone finds the chest full of gold, and perhaps beyond, My 20 years as a fighter pilot was a much larger part of my life. In Vietnam I flew 328 combat missions, and was shot down twice. The reality is that what my obituary says will be of little consequence.

– I’ve read that you wrote the book and set the treasure hunt to get kids off their little texting machines and outside to smell the sunshine.  Apart from this, are there any other important messages that you wanted to get across? 

FF: Yes, I have two daughters who are in their 50s and don’t know who Clark Gable was. I wanted them to know that their great great grandmother watched Comanche Indians run through her barnyard in Ft. Worth trying to catch chickens.

– You have said some things in scrapbook entries that seem too bizarre to be true, like the fact that you keep your jeans on when you shower.  Are you at times just pulling people’s legs?

FF: Yes, I didn’t think that comment would fool many people. I was trying to make a point.

– Last month, you indicated that still nobody has correctly solved beyond the first two clues.  Is this correct?  Still nobody has solved beyond the first two clues?

FF: Very few people tell me exactly where they are searching so there is no way for me to know. Some searchers have been within 200 feet.

– Without saying how you know, you have offered reassurance that you know the treasure is still in its hiding spot. Is there any method planned for hunters to obtain this reassurance after your death? 

FF: No sir.

– Do you intend to keep releasing occasional small hints for as long as you live? Have you made any plans for clues to continue surfacing after your death? 

FF: No sir.

– I’ve also read that you wrote the treasure hunt for an unemployed redneck with 12 kids.  Does this mean that all of those people who are delving into Native American history, Greek mythology etc are looking too deeply?  Can hunters really get to the treasure location with just a good map, the poem, and a decent knowledge of words? 

FF: I wrote the book for everyone who feels a sense of wanderlust. In your last question if you change the last word to geography, my answer would be yes.

– How much progress can be made by someone just thinking and searching the Internet from home? (Another way of saying this: How many clues can only be decoded in situ?) 

FF: All of them, in theory, but not likely in practice. A searcher must go to the site to find the treasure.

– People have become fixated on you telling them to bring a sandwich and a flashlight.  Are they just wasting their time focusing on these things as clues? 

FF: They certainly are not clues.

– How much more likely are hunters to work out where warm waters halt with the aid of TTOTC, compared to without it?

FF: You sure ask confounding, but insightful questions. The clues are in the poem, but there are hints in the book.

– Can you give me one quote that will inspire my readers that it is possible to find your treasure?  Something to motivate them?  Something to tease them.

FF: Those who solve the first clue are more than half way to the treasure, metaphorically speaking.


Keri’s Video…



I have already posted a story on Dal’s blog about my trip to Santa Fe. My husband encouraged me to go out there so I could thank Forrest in person for helping him through the snow on one of his searches. I wrote at the time about having lunch at the San Marcos feed store, but there was much more to the adventure, and there was no way I could add all the pictures I wanted to share and tell everything in great detail as my mind remembered. Jerry suggested I make a video to help capture the experiences and here it is.

After visiting at his home and meeting his wife Peggy, Forrest was kind enough to take a break from his writing and show me around Santa Fe. He showed me the sights and told me about some of the town’s history. I can’t go into great detail or I would need my own blog. 🙂 He showed me parts of Santa Fe that aren’t on any tour guide such as the College of Santa Fe. We visited the Downtown Prescription coffee shop, his former gallery, and can’t forget about having to find the water tower because everything there is hidden. Ha! We also visited the more tourist attraction destinations such as the Loretto Chapel and The Palace of the Governors. All so beautiful and rich in history. The moto there in Santa Fe is mañana. I believe I could get use to that way of life.

Song: Blur Into Beauty by Wade
On My Own

Keri’s Story…



Many people on Dal’s blog may remember my husband Jerry from scrapbook seventy-nine. He’s the one who was rescued by a helicopter after spending the night in the snow. Jerry has been on many searches and we both have enjoyed being in the chase, but I’m not writing to tell stories of his searches or where we believe the treasure rests. There is more to the search then looking for the chest, at least for us there has been and that is why I had my heart set on traveling to Santa Fe to meet Forrest.

A lot of people want to dissect everything that is said and every story told. We can overanalyze things and end up reading into things that aren’t there. Sometimes we miss the beauty in the moment or the fervor in the person. My day with Forrest was just that and nothing more.

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Forrest knew that I would be coming but I think he wondered if he was getting more then what he wanted finding out that I’m a psychology major, who’s a counselor/ teacher, with a catholic background. I think you might as well have put a target on my forehead, but lucky for me he let me in anyway 🙂 I’m thankful he didn’t have to use his hole card a.k.a. escape plan “B”.

When I pulled up to his home Forrest was waiting for me outside his door. The first thing I noticed was his big welcoming smile and his down to earth demeanor. Stepping across the threshold into his home and down the steps into his den was a little paralyzing. Seeing everything in person for the first time was overwhelming to take in all at once. It was like out of a movie set. I wanted to touch everything. He was very hospitable and we talked about things that may have seemed of no importance to anyone else, but sometimes those are the most intriguing conversations.

After talking with him and seeing some of his artifacts, we went to the Feed Store for lunch (San Marcos Cafe). It’s one of those mom and pop country folk type places that sells agriculture products in the back and has farm animals around. If one is looking for good food and a laid back environment where the people are friendly, then this is the right place. Forrest said he stops in there often and that it’s on the way to his pueblo. The place was under new management, but that didn’t stop him from being comfortable and in his own element. He introduced himself to one of the new owners and cut-up with her like he had known her forever. I think that’s just the type of guy he is, never meeting a stranger. Sitting at our table I noticed him looking around the room. He’s a people watcher and notices everything and curious about a lot of things. I like that about him and had fun sitting and being imaginative about what was going on around us, such as where the people were from and what brought them there. His storytelling abilities are not just limited to his own life experiences. He would make a good fiction writer. While waiting on our food he took me in the back to show me the feed store that’s attached to the restaurant. I could recognize the scent of alfalfa hay and other earthy tones I couldn’t place at the moment, but were familiar to me from my days on my grandfather’s farm and working in landscaping. There were work gloves hanging up on racks with bins of nails in different sizes, animal feed in sacks, and dog bones for sale. Those weren’t the only items around, but just the ones that caught my eye. There were a couple farmers in the back talking shop with the other owner. Again, Forrest went and introduced himself to him. They talked for a second and got some good o’l boy advice from Forrest.


The San Marcos Cafe

Our food arrived shortly and we had a nice meal together. He likes a lot of spices and asked me if I like jalapeño peppers. I went ahead and confessed and told him that I’m a picky eater. It doesn’t take being around me long to find that out. So, fessing up and letting him know I’m not the gal to talk cooking with saved me from a conversation I wasn’t going to be able to hold for very long. Soon it was time to leave, but not before visiting the little pond they had outside and seeing the chickens, roosters, doves, and peacocks. He told me that the koi in the pond came from his pond at home and how he use to raise red banty roosters as a kid. I think he finds it relaxing being there and I’m glad he took me.

Forrest is the type that opens car doors and pushes your seat up before sitting down. He just does those things naturally. It’s refreshing and I believe are dying gestures in our society. One of the reasons I wanted to go visit with him is because of his knack for getting adults excited and interested in things that under other circumstances they wouldn’t care to learn more about. It’s easier to get kids excited and fired up, but it takes a certain personality to do that with adults. The next time I visit, I will be sure to touch every relic I can reach and hope there is a bowl of candy waiting because I’m a kid at heart.

Now, I know that my day with Forrest would not be as interesting without having a little dirt on him to share. So, here it is… he occasionally has bad hair days!! I couldn’t believe it either!


Scrapbook Seventy Seven…


JUNE 2014


Dear Forrest,

To include our boys in the fun of treasure hunting we put together a little treasure hunt for them using your poem as the clues. We have a state park right down the road from us and we take the kids hiking and on picnics there. It is full of places that could be used as clues and was a perfect place to have a treasure hunt. Both the boys were really excited and were thinking hard about the clues on their hike. Jaxson, the oldest, had me take pictures of some spots he thought were clues so he could go back and look at the pictures if he needed and also he said to remember where we have been in case we got lost. We never got lost, but glad he thinks ahead.

We guided them through a little by pointing out certain things and asking hypothetical questions about the clues we used. Their imagination of what fit as clues was very creative. When they got to the spot, they worked together to get the treasure. You could see the excitement on Maddox’s face and by the squealing sounds he was making. It was really nice seeing them help each other out and encouraging one another. Their treasures consisted of a couple silver half dollars, liberty coin, pyrite, crystal rock, fake bear claw and arrowhead, and one of their favorite animals made out of marble. No real monitory value, but of great value to them and their efforts. I loved that this was a chance for all of us to be adventurous together and that the boys got to be a part of treasure hunting.

By the way, we never told them that we hid it. They both think that they have found one of your treasures. When we were hiking back Jaxson said “I can’t believe we found that old guys treasure!” I really wish I had gotten that recorded because I still crack up when I think of him saying that. He asked if you had another poem leading to some treasure. HA! They want to tell everyone about their treasure hunting and show off the treasure they found. They are so proud of what they did! They are both ready to go on more adventures and see what they can find. It has sparked an explorers mind in them both.

I created a little 2 minute video of their treasure hunting experience. I do this on occasion and wanted to make one for this. Hope you watch and enjoy.

Thanks for the inspiration,