Forrest Fenn’s Treasure Hunt
Forrest Fenn is a retired art dealer and author from Santa Fe, New Mexico. He has a unique and eclectic life history. Approximately seven to eight years ago, Fenn hid a 42 pound treasure chest, which is a bronze box (which he says he paid $25,000 alone for) and added many items that makes the chest and its contents worth million(s).
Fenn put out a poem, a map, and his first Memoir “The Thrill of the Chase” (TTOTC), where he says this memoir has hints and clues trickled throughout the book. He also says all you really need is the poem and invites all to find the chest!
Now in almost 2018, the box remains, hundreds of thousands of searchers have failed to find it and much much more information exists by way of information to sift through such as scrapbooks (which Fenn puts out on a searcher/friend’s website http://dalneitzel.com ) and occasional updates (which Fenn puts out on another searcher/friend’s website http://mysteriouswritings.com/ ), two more memoirs; just to name a few.
There is a forum set up here at http://forum.hintofriches.com where there are resources and questions can be answered. If you are just joining the fun, don’t worry, you can catch up and be a part of this adventure.
One word of caution. Reporters often get the details wrong, many searchers claim to have secret information or even have the chest. Be cautious of any information you receive or read, except from official sources. Remember, there are millions on the line and there is skullduggery at many turns.
Here is the poem, the rest find on the forum http://forum.hintofriches.com :
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 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 is 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.