To Much Fun to Quiet: A Fine Tooth Comb

Addictions come in many forms.  I should know as I worked in the field for years.  Reading the countries from where visitors dropped in, places like Indonesia, Great Britain, Canada, Australia and Mexico, just thrills me and lifts my spirits. Seems I am having issues about letting go of the blog so here I am again and I am here to have some fun.  That said, time to go back, look harder and find what I may have missed.  Visitors are welcome to point out things overlooked or add their own insights.

Standing at the Holy Tree of the Immaculate Impression my reasoning fogged with fatigued, my thoughts many days later now haunting me, did I miss something? Sure I looked around the area but not very long and not very hard. Here at the Shrine of Fenn wouldn’t one find at least a marker, a plaque proclaiming “Forrest was here”, perhaps a small carved Santos of His likeness honoring the Saint of the Treasures.  Mecca unveiled and yet no trumpets or golden glow harkening me as I approach. Instead the find  was unsanctimonious and frankly unsatisfying.  Why not some crumbs for us dogs of the chase? Where is the headstone complete with epitaph that reads he who snoozes loses or your fally  north of Santa Fe written in large gold covered letters a beacon, for deming minds or symbol to those on the hunt.  Where is the cheering crowd lining the finish line of this epic journey. Surely bodies of the meek and the weak hearted would be piled around, dead from the shock, after the fatal glance of fiery jewels and stupendous heaps of gold in a tiny box.

Silence and negative space nothing more waiting to greet those unlucky late comers who search for a one or two million dollar treasure, give or take a million or two.  The same silence one dumb struck retriever must suffer barely able to carry the heavy load wishing two trips were possible on the fuel of just one sandwich. How else could the smartest of the pack keep from bursting out in songs of great me-lisses. Not one word, not one little slip just treasure and finder, in the dark, far from others, locked behind light proof doors. knowing only two can keep a secret this big if one of the keepers is dead.

Where can a body be left alone long enough to join nature? Certainly not in the shadow of a  bear’s favorite tree unless essence of human smells unappetizing.  Climbing a tree could be the only way to avoid the animals and unsuspecting picnickers.  Lying down I did disappear from sight.  Becoming food for beast is not so bad and the bones would be left to find.  There was a second box imprint outside the tree fifty feet east.  This imprint only an inch or less deep. Was this where the lucky one stop to take a look inside the bronze jewelry box?  Could an animal dig such a shape?   How about a Boxconstrictor  a snake known by the Yellowstone natives to change their appearance to resemble treasure chests in hopes of devouring large treasure hunters or the infamous box footed one legged hopster known to hide inside rotting tree stumps.

Reading what others think of the clues has given me enough info to come up with this compilation.   Maybe if we stay open minded we can work on this and slowly work towards something more satisfying.

Start it at a campsite in the mountains north of Santa Fe make sure it offers warm showers       in brown painted bathrooms or the director of the site has a brown dog.  Preferably a dog named brown or a director named Brown.  From there rollerblade, run or drive toward the blazing sun or nearest forest fire stop when you see an ice chest made of wood.  Reach in under the ice grab the object on the bottom and while avoiding the ice monster pull item to the top, pop the top, sit back and get a real idea.  

Really,  look over the clues, what is out of place, what doesn’t fit or what fits better?  Lets get out the fine tooth comb and find another place to chase down the treasure.  Finally if you found it help us out.  Send some proof but don’t think just anyone will believe you and remember there are those who would deny the facts, even keep it from the public for their own plans to work.  It is harder to convince people that you have the treasure than it is to find it.  Lots of people say they found it but does anybody believe them and stranger still can you find their statements? I can not find much of anything on the subject other than one liners. As for this blog I put in bing and I get the Huffington post or dalniez blog the chase or other crazyy sites,  Whats with that?

Good luck you hounds of Baskerfenn I mean dogs of the Forrest Fenn,  bark up the right tree but leave the blazed bark for me as I will lumber by if you stick around in the wood.

Forrest Fenn and Treasure: End is Drawing Ever Near

The end is here today as this will be the last blog post from Capt Pappy on Fenn’s treasure.

Poker is a game of luck and without it your money soon becomes your opponent’s chips.  Skill  on the other hand increases the pay off when Lady Luck plays along and keeps you from going home early.  The best players balance playing the odds with playing the player. The hand you hold is as good as the hand your challenger thinks it is.  Reading others at the table makes or breaks those trying to be a winner.

Did Forrest Fenn hide a treasure with special meaning or is he on a bluff? What are the tells?  His history, suggests many. One is the trickster.  Tricksters never show their cards unless it is to mislead or taunt other players.  They use the traits we all possess,  both good and bad, to their advantage.  They make great deals even with poor cards.  They bluff, sand bag, over bet, under bet, pass, call and raise all while reading everyone at the table.  Fenn is said to be a master of promotion.  Is His treasure part of something being promoted?

If he did hide the treasure what does it promote?  The book about his life sold out with sales soaring. Fenn says he does not “profit” from the sales.  Money isn’t  everything and with death looking him in the eye money loses its appeal.  Behavioral psychology studies human behavior, yet science plays catch up to seasoned poke champs.  They have models for why we do what we do. They think man does what he does to gain a positive reward or avoid a negative one.

Historically we see a pattern; first money, then power and at the end philanthropy.  Most people won’t get to a level were they can play in such a high stakes game and for the majority just having something to leave their kids is enough.  Those with more than enough look to leaving a legacy, a mark in history– a treasure perhaps.

Fenn’s left hand knows what his right hand is doing. He is making his move public and he worked hard to get on the national news scene.   That isn’t easy and those who know how it’s done know it’s not done cheap.  The treasure is not central to Fenn’s plan what is important is his memoirs.  His history.  We all want to know we “done good.”   This is his statement to the world:  “I done good.”

Fenn’s father was a principal in Lubbock, TX.  Education was likely important to his father. In Fenn’s latest book Fenn’s lament leaks out for him not having more formal education is bothersome.  He is wrong to believe the only good schools exist behind ivy covered walls.  Fenn is educated far beyond the norm.  Just the same its there and so it maybe the motivator to the chase a chance to be part of the history he missed in one of those jail cells keeping him from being in the game called the classroom.

With this in mind, now consider  the following.   Who would go out and make an impression inside a hollow at the bottom of a cottonwood tree about 8  1/2″ by 8 1/2″ with something heavy enough to imprint the soil to about 3″  deep?  Who would go all the way to Yellowstone stop and walk into a valley of bison, wolves and bear then cross two streams in hopes to find a hollow at the bottom of a cottonwood just to leave an imprint?  What are the odds of that?  What are the chances of someone following their interpretation of  a treasure poem being led to that very tree and finding the impression “in the wood”?  What are the odds the three would be just down from Gary Brown’s home not too far from Mammoth Hot Springs and Soda Butte?  What are the chances that the river the tree is on would be famous for fly fishing and where Forrest made money as a fishing guide?  Millions to one by now but there’s more much more.

So here we are at the table. Fenn bets with a treasure and I call with my money, time and effort. He walks.  Is he afraid he will give away his hiding place?  Let’s follow out that possibility and see were it leads.  I get a message saying no it was not hidden there but good try.  So what’s the give away? Anyone?  This is why a friend says he can’t tell me. How slow does he hope we are?

Fenn, I call! Are you bluffing or is the treasure gone?  You said it was there in April it’s nearly June.  Rules of poker say put up or dealer passes the pot.  Its okay to let the public know what is the status on the treasure.  You just might need to do it again…  maybe much less bounty and a poem with more general clues.  For me I have to walk now.  Fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me.

There are as many realities as people and in mine the treasure is real and it has been found.  The chase ended in April and one or more of the “within 500 footers” are in the gold.

To the hunters everywhere,  and to those who have come here,  good luck may the next rainbow land in your front yard.

The end is ever drawing nigh but I am on to the next  Great Chase.

Forrest Fenn’s treasure chase Tag your it

Running around the web in my quest for info on the treasure’s location is fun and fascinating.  All the attributes and misgivings in human nature come out to play even my own.  I have come off to some as arrogant over confident and to others as conceded and self center.  Blinded by my own thoughts and the ever growing need to know I have allowed myself to become indulgent reading everything on the subject and rejecting all that doesn’t consider what I feel are the facts.  Coaching others to be their best has led me to believe the mind is the greatest place to start when we face challenges.  Modesty and sportsmanship, important characteristics in life’s journey are hard to find in the young hero. It is the hero’s down fall that causes the Phoenix to burn become pure and rise from the ashes.  Confidence in the leader has won many a lost battle.  It keeps us moving toward the goal no matter how hard. The top of the list of athletes I have had the honor to work with believed in themselves and in their coaches.  Get a vision see it clearly and stick to it.  Wisdom is different.  Wisdom lacks the ego.  Wisdom hears all sides and finds the value in them.  Fenn’s poem spoke to me I went with confidence saw what I saw  and now your it.  All those in the chase your it.  Let us find the Treasure or the end of the chase.  Let’s listen and reason together. This is my intent to hear others and to compare.  The Chase is a wonderful thing I have chased gold in Yankee, Achorage, Idaho city, San Pedros, Golden, Nevada, Utah, Dakota, Idaho and Oregon.   Comparing notes with old timers and newbies is the way I was taught to be apart of  the community.  Is the treasure still out there?  Is the poem a real map or is it just a poem with as many meanings as there are interpreters?  Tag your it.

Lastly those of you who visited this blog from other countries I am so interested in what you think.  I would love to hear from any of you.  There are visitors from Germany, England, Poland, Canada, and the Netherlands.  It is exciting to see so how about leaving a comment.  Also how about the new layout? Like or not?

A closer look at the wood

A closer look at the wood

This is the best I could get. My phone camera didn’t flash. I estimate it was about a foot and a half to the bottom. Nothing was buried and it could be snowed on or rained on and it could burn in a forest fire. Forrest has said these things as reported on some of the earlier blogs. The opening was about 14 inches.

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