There is a man by the name of Forrest Fenn that he secreted a large chest (approx. 44 pound treasure chest) of gold and jewels somewhere in the United States. At least this is what he claims. It is a mad hunt for the enthusiasts, something like the old movie "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World." The treasure is estimated to be worth between 1 and 3 million dollars.
I first became aware of this story when I saw Fenn on NBC's Today Show, at some time in the beginning of 2013. The stated reasons that he is doing this is that
- He is dying of cancer and
- He wants to promote the outdoors and have people getting acquainted with nature.
He has written a book, "The Thrill of the Chase," and also penned a poem that is said to give the clues to the location of the treasure.
Well when you start looking at them and start with some clues that he has already given, guess what? I am sure I've found the general location of the treasure and can narrow it down to about a 2 or 3 mile circle. Fenn has said it is in the Rocky Mountains, somewhere north of Santa Fe.
The reason the idea appeals to me is that this is a good old fashioned mystery, like an Agatha Christie, with lots of clues. Instead of being on a game show and winning something for just standing there, this prize goes to the one who is actually bright enough to go out and find it. I am probably going to go on a search for it myself, later this year, unless of course, someone finds it first.
It's a modern day adventure that I think is worth noting. I go through the various clues until I come up with a location that I'm sure the treasure is hidden in. I don't do this lightly, it's fully researched. Whether or not you can legally take it if it is on government land is another story, but as far as I'm concerned, that's between you and your maker, it's nobody else's business. For more info, go to my site unbrainwashed.net or the full ebook is on Amazon's Kindle, "The Fenn Treasure: How and Where to Find It."
Here is the poem:
As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where the warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it's no place for the meek,
the end of ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek.
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
but tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I've done it tired and now I'm weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood.
I give you title to the gold.