This is not live as I have not done the following. The treasure was found just after I wrote this.
Today I drive to Baker’s Campground. I have four days of supplies and my camping mate BillyBobs a Yukon XL set for days of adventure so on I go. The road to the beginning of the Forrest Fenn’s poem leads to my campsite and I change clothes after I relax from the 7 hour drive. After taking in the true awesomeness of nature I will have a lime in tonic and a shot for my heart. Really, thinking about going in alone is giving me pause. I am wearing a river suit, waders and boots. Bear spray two cans and a horn. The distance from my site is under a half mile.
Only one person could go in at the Home of Brown. This the first hint to the keyword, and a second with treasures new and old. I have watched film of a small boy and of an average man investigate such places but I am 71 but Fenn was 79 or 80.
Walking from the campsite I choose the river bank to follow because the poem tells me to get out here at the boarder of the Yellowstone National Park. Knowing where warm waters halt is mandatory but it doesn’t have to be an exact spot because it is up from the canyon that is down to far to walk which is ware I am walking. The end is ever drawing neigh that creek on my right as I walk upstream. The port creek is drawing and it is close and the end (treasure) is cleverly hidden at my creek mouth. For if you my reader have been wise you may decide to be brave and in the wood.
I went in this area before but always on a creek. I always took the shortest route so I never followed the poem. This latest trip I saw what change the way I though of the creek you don’t paddle up. In that case the Home of Brown is where you put-in at the creek in the beaver lodge.
Now it seems the hardest thing I have to face is the next few minutes. Is there a forgotten trap or an angry set of teeth down there underwater? The chest sits high and is not underwater but I’ll be cold and in the wood.
There is a problem however you understand if you are reading this I got my courage up, took a dip, found it or not. No, really I hesitated waited for better weather and got beat. Congrats to the winner I hope it brings joy.
I would like closure so hoping the poem is explained so all of us can feel good. Nothing short of the solve is acceptable and it is Forrest responsibility to end this with integrity. This world is filled with lies he offered me hope I will not accept excuses and misdirection I can watch the news for that kind of garbage. No cons. Forrest I am not a genius and I could easily explained your solve without giving the exact place away. I am right about this. This is going to be another Vietnam just a tale without truth, integrity or closer.
Here you go, I left a billion dollar treasure given to me by a prince. It was found after reading this articular by a searcher who will remain unnamed. No worries I’ll have pictures. A contest without showing the solve to prove when its over is immoral and has no integrity. Once they asked Picasso about fakes and how hard it is not to be taken in by a copy. He replied sometimes I paint fake Picasso’s myself. How about you is your story a fake. Think about it. No harm to tell the keyword the general area or a description of what it was secreted in. No I will not be dupe and I will not accept anything less than proof. No proof your a spoof. Its on you Forrest not the finder. Protect the finder and love those who had faith and acted on your invite.
Did you just manipulate us around a fake story after all its what people think you are that counts; is that right. Just a self serving art dealer who made money by convincing people his art was worth more than what he paid. A seller of genuine American Antiques taken without restitution to their legal heirs by questionable means.
Here’s your chance to give back do the right thing.