Forrest Fenn Treasure: Resource Page on Featured Questions with Forrest (2017)

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Over the years, I have posted Questions and Answers from searchers of the Forrest Fenn Treasure Hunt on my site.  This was so everyone could share in the information or stories Forrest Fenn was sharing to others.

Although all don’t pertain specifically to the treasure, Forrests’ answers give a glimpse into his thoughts, life, and how he thinks. Besides being enjoyable, his answers might help us learn a bit about him and how he thinks, which in turn might help us better understand the The Poem leading to his hidden treasure chest.

Here are all the Featured Questions from 2017 on one  page for your convenience (with the dated links to the original for reading of comments).

Click following year links for Resource Pages on Featured Questions from: 20162015  and 2014.

Q/A’s:

February 18th, 2017

Hi Forrest, Since posting the Six Questions(2/4/2017), I’ve heard many are wondering and so am I; ‘What was the incident you remember when you were just one year old? Would you be willing to share this with us all? Thanks ~jenny

Sure Jenny,
My mom had a rub board on which she scrubbed our dirty clothes. It was before we had a washing machine. That work was done in what we called the “wash room,” and it was outside our house by the garage.

There was a small wooden stool in there also. It was about 7” high, and my mom used it sometimes when hanging wet clothes on the line. One time she saw me struggling to get on the stool so she lifted me on it and I giggled.

I remember all of that very distinctively. f

 

February 19th, 2017

Dear Forrest,

I receive emails from bloggers who say what a good writer you are while a few are somewhat critical. I wonder if you would like to analyze your writing. It would be nice to know what you think. ~jenny

Jenny,

Since I hid my treasure I can’t get by with any malfunctions in my writing. I received emails from two English teachers who criticized my use of commas and semi colons, and each one corrected me in a different way. So I just punctuate the way that looks right to me and hope that no one sends me marijuana cookies. But don’t you think I should get high marks for doing the best I can?

Here’s my first attempt at fiction, and it may contain some errors.

I hope some of your readers will comment about what I did wrong. Please tell them I’m taking notes. f

 

Beautiful Dreamer by Forrest Fenn 

There was this girl who lived just down the block and around the corner. Delores was her name and we were special friends. It didn’t take her family long to add up their assets, and that gave me an idea.

The Senior Prom was coming up and I said if she’d make all C grades or better I’d give her a new dress for the ball. Her whole face grinned because she was worried she’d have to wear her big sister’s hand me down pants suit again. I guess it’d been handed down a few times already.

But Delores was still young and didn’t have many living experiences so I devised a plan that I hoped would help her grow some trail mojo like me. I started giving her gifts that were nothing good, like a feather one time, and a picture of Johnny Dukakis, and other things like that. And some different colored Wriglets of course. This went on for several weeks.

Sure enough, she finally came to me and said to not give her anything else. I had fed her up with junk and I secretly smiled. Ha, now to spring the trap. “Look,” I said, if you don’t want gifts from me anymore lets shake hands and make the deal final so it would be unethical for me to give you things again.” She smiled and we shook.

Then I said “Delores, I am proud of you for thinking things through and knowing what you want. You are such a wonderful person. But now I can’t give you a new dress for the prom, and I can buy myself something nice with that money.” Suddenly her eyes looked like two Texas road maps in the rainy season.

I knew her mother was going to call me and it didn’t take her very long for that to happen. She said I was mean and uttered a word I’d heard once in the pool hall. I just told her to let Delores figure something out and hung up the phone right then because I didn’t want my cell battery to run down.

Well, that very afternoon here came Delores sloshing through the mud and ringing my bell. She said, “Mister Fenn I want to unshake our deal.” “What,” I muttered? She told me that if you can shake to seal a deal you should be able to unshake it away and she went on to explain. “If you count a pig’s tail as a leg how many legs would the pig have?” I told her “five, of course.” She shined and said “No, a pig has four legs. Just because you count the tail as a leg doesn’t mean it is one,” and she kind of snickered. I thought that was a good analogy so we high-fived three times with our left hand. That, she explained, is how you unshake a deal and I decided her mojo was ok after all.

The story had a wonderful ending and I’m a little proud of myself. The fifteen dollars, plus tax, that I paid for that beautiful dress was the best money I ever spent. f


 

So?  What do you all think of the above story?  Forrest said to tell you he was taking notes on any suggestions you might have to make it better…..

 

February 22nd, 2017

Dear Mr. Fenn,

There is talk on the chatter boards that you photoshopped some of the pictures in your TTOTC book. Care to settle that question once and for all? Ollie

Ollie, I have not photoshopped anything because I don’t know how, and never had a reason to learn.

On page 64 of TTOTC our book designer put Skippy in the driver’s seat of his car. She searched my photo collection and found just the right one. I watched her size it and was amazed at the process.

It proved once again that I’m not yet ready for the 20th century. A few photos were cropped and some were enlarged, but that’s about it, except for the collage on page 133, which was her idea. f

 

March 8th, 2017

Hi Forrest,

Many photos of you in your office show your bookshelves in the background.  Out of the thousands of books that could have been chosen, how did a book get a place on the shelf?   Thanks so much ~ jenny

Hi back to you.

I’m comfortable with books and I spend most of my time now of days in their company. I designed our library around a 26′ x 14′ Persian rug, which is a 140 year-old Sarouk.

The right side of my library contains ethnology, archaeology, and anthropology research books. I won’t buy any book that doesn’t contain photographs.

The shelves on the left hold books that I think are special, and about 200 of them are unique. Many have signed bindings with letters, drawings, documents, or photographs tipped or bound in.

I am not buying books anymore so my shelves are pretty much set. Thanks for the question. f

 

March 14th, 2017

Mr. Fenn, you were in the military for twenty years and most of us never served. There must be incidents from those days that still stick in your mind. Can you share a few with us?~Thanks, Romnella

Sure Romnella, there are many.

Sometimes my memory harkens back to an incident that happened in 1950. I was a new private in the Air Force and was totally overwhelmed by high ranking sergeants. Officers didn’t bother me because I rarely saw one.

In the mess hall one day I opened a new bottle of catsup. When I did, the rim broke in my hand and small fragments of glass fell in on top. I was justifiably appalled and quickly realized that my destiny was at hand. When I approached the Mess Sergeant the six stripes on his sleeve truly intimidated me, mostly because I didn’t have any. And his many battle chevrons glared at me with impunity. I was also overawed by the knowledge that he was a survivor of the Bataan Death March.

But I was duty bound and focused on my mission. “Look Sergeant,” I pronounced with malplaced authority, “This catsup bottle is full of broken glass.” His look told me I should have eaten it anyway.

“Well Private, what the h— do you want me to do about it? Throw the d— thing in the trash.” I was slapped in the face by his words. I didn’t think I deserved a medal necessarily, but it could be argued that my alertness and quick action had saved a few lives, and in wartime no less.

Eighteen years later I was a major in war ravaged Vietnam, when I observed a Master Sergeant dump a fifty-five gallon drum of expensive hydraulic fluid on the ground. When I asked what the h— he was doing, he told me that he needed the barrel to make a BBQ pit for the troops.

Well, I didn’t know what the h— to say. It was a war zone, and morale was important. I decided to shut up because I was just a Major and he was a Master Sergeant, and I wasn’t completely sure who ranked whom. f

 

March 22nd, 2017

Dear Forrest,

You often say imagination is more important than knowlege. Using your imagination, what do you think your hidden ‘Treasure Chest’ would be saying, if it could talk?  Do you think it likes where it is at?  Is it enjoying the weather?  Does it feel lonely?  Is it anxious to be found? or just what might it be thinking?

~thanks, Jenny

Jenny,

Thanks for misspelling knowledge for me. I am sure the treasure chest relishes her guardianship of the rich objects that are concealed in her care, and over which she stands sentinel. They are still in hibernation, but will soon waken as the spring warmth gestures for the Long Tailed Ermine to start turning back into weasels, and the bears start peeking out. I think the gold will again become alert to the tromp and vibrations of hiking boots. Are they hopefully anticipating? I don’t know. f

 

March 24th, 2017

Forrest, you’re different. Are you willing to admit it or do I have to point out a few things?

Mary Mary

Well Mz Contrary,

I don’t think I’m much different than most other people, but I wish I were. Who wants to be like everyone else? I watch men walking down the street in big cities wearing their copycat coats and ties. They all look just alike, like a bunch of penguins in a Macy’s parade.

I’ll tell you some habits that are ideosrancric of my nature and you decide if I’m different.

I can’t spell or punctuate, but that probably doesn’t make me much different. Maybe a little.

About mid-morning I need an astringent fix, so I head for the frig and look for something to sip. I like any kind of olive or pickle juice. Jalapeno pepper juice, yes, but I have to be careful. Worsecheshire sauce is good, but just a slight sip, certainly not a swig. That one takes training. There are others too, like Tabasco, but just a lick off the back of my hand. All I need is something to space me over till lunch.

Afternoons about 3:00, I need a salt fix. It’s hard to find salted peanuts anymore. The label says salted, but they really aren’t. Pretzels are good while I watch Fox news and get the straight skinny about what’s happening in our government. With salted things you have to drink a soda or beer. Water doesn’t work.

After dinner I sit and reflect on chores I was supposed to do, but didn’t, like take the trash out. I try not to reschedule those things because that’s tantamount to admitting I’m lazy. Other times I review the things I did, but shouldn’t have done, like forget to feed the ducks.

Life can get complicated if I get carried away so I try to let things smooth themselves out. Those things I can do in capacity as supervisor of my household, In that light I doubt that I’m different from most people. f

 

March 28th, 2017

Dear Forrest,

My rule is to not comment on something like this but I’ve decided to make an exception. I received a very lengthy email from someone who tried to make the case that you buried your treasure at San Lazaro Pueblo. This person did an enormous amount of research to arrive at that solve, and even went to the pueblo. I noticed that you were copied in the same email. Do you feel like commenting?  ~Thanks Jenny

Jenny,

My rule is to not comment on something like this, but like you, I will make an exception because it may be of interest to some searchers.

If it was a long email I’m sure I didn’t read it, and without a name I can’t make a search. There was a man who trespassed on the historic side of Del Charro Creek at the pueblo, and stole some artifacts. We have him on camera. He had a long walk to get in because it is 6 miles down a little dirt road through 4 locked gates. The person you mention is study in futility. Reminds me of the old story about the Rolls Royce that drove up to the Ritz Plaza hotel in New York, and no one got out.

San Lazaro is south of Santa Fe, and the treasure is hidden in the mountains north of Santa Fe, and it still is. f

 

April 5th, 2017

Dear Forrest, What’s more important in solving the search, a greater knowledge (“knowlege”) of Toponymy or Geography?  ~Chris

I don’t know how Toponymy can help you at all Chris (I had to look that word up). But if you knew the geographic location of each clue it would be a map to the treasure. f

 

April 15th, 2017

Forrest, There is so much going on in the chase and on the blogs and it will increase now that spring is here. Will you share with us some of the things you have learned from treasure hunters over the last 7 years?  ~Freddie Max

Thanks Freddie,  I’ve learned that a lot of people are having fun discovering areas they never thought they would see. I did not expect that so many whole families would be in the search. A lot of searchers say they know exactly where the treasure is, but no one has told me where, or offered proof. I guess that is to be expected. f

 

April 21st, 2017

Mr. Fenn, of the books you have written, which is your favorite and why? ~thanks BW

Thanks for the question. My memoir probably, BW.

Several times I’ve reread the last part and pretended I was talking it to my parents, neither of which lived to read it for themselves. Parts of that book just poured out of me like a faucet had been turned on in my mind.f

 

April 25th, 2017

Mr. Fenn, You have been down the road a few miles farther than me, and I would like to know what you think of yourself. Do you think you are in an enviable position right now?  Thanks, No Where But

Well, Mr. But, with a name like yours your road may be muddy in spots.

The word enviable has wide parameters.

You might say Georgia O’Keefe was in an enviable position in one respect.

When she bought something for about $100 or less she usually paid by check rather than a credit card. Many merchants would keep the check as an investment rather than cash it, because her signature was worth more than the amount on the check. That meant she lived a big part of her life getting things for free. That was especially true when she bought art supplies.

If I wrote a check for a 10 cent yoyo, they’d cash it. f

 

April 27th, 2017

Dear Mr. Fenn, What other events, wildlife encounters, or thoughts in your resourceful mind might you share about the night you spent in the Laos jungle? ~Kim

P.S. I’m glad you were okay! 🙂

Thank you Kim,

I enjoyed the Laotian jungle. I spent the night under tall trees that had orchids climbing their sides as far up as I could see. It wasn’t hot or cold, and it didn’t rain, but it sure got dark. Small animals scampered around making scratching noises, but generally the jungle was damp, which deadened many of the sounds.

I knew that tigers and cobras were in the jungle with me, but I figured a chance encounter would be rare.

My biggest threat was behind me.

My airplane was burning and things were happening fast. There was the real possibility that I would be hurt in the ejection or on the landing in the trees. A broken bone would have been bad. Bullets had shattered my canopy so there was a threat that my ejection system wouldn’t work. That meant I would have to go over the side and manually pull the ripcord on my parachute. I really didn’t want to do that. And there was a remote possibility that a bullet had impacted my tightly packed parachute, and jammed it. If that had happened my worries would have been over.

I was about 1,500’ above the trees when I squeezed the two ejection triggers. For the next few seconds I was just along for the ride. Several procedures worked automatically, a cannon in a telescope attached to my seat blew me out of the airplane. At the end of the telescope a rocket fired and propelled me up another 150’. Then a “butt kicker” strap reeled in and forced me away from the seat. I was still going up when my chute deployed, and luck was with me when it hung up in the trees. I was 18” off the ground.

Looking back now I must say that I enjoyed every second of that experience. The next morning a Jolly Green Giant rescue helicopter hoisted me up on a cable about 260 feet through the trees, damaging my body enough to get me a Purple Heart. Then it was up and away to Nakhon Phanom, Thailand, for a cup of coffee, some scrambled eggs, and a needed nap. Things just worked for me Kim, and it can’t get much better than that. f

 

April 28th, 2017

Forrest,
Was your bail-out in Laos and the night in the jungle the most challenging episode of your time on this rock, or has there been a more exacting experience in which you persevered? Thank you for everything…..loco

loco, That Laos thing wasn’t especially challenging because everything worked like it was supposed to. It’s the things that don’t work on this rock that challenge me, and most of those are people made.

One of my reoccurring problems has been: am I going to stand and fight with this guy because I’m right, or do I walk away and let him win? Most of the time I’ll walk away, but when I’m forced to fight, I go atomic.

There is a world-wide malfunction that I think is miss-diagnosed. For example, a student goes into his school and shoots 4 or 5 of his classmates and a teacher. The media reports that he is deranged, crazy, or bi-polar. I don’t believe that’s true, at least is some cases. I think the kid was just fed up with what he saw as the injustices in his life. To me, that’s supervisory error.

Okay, that’s enough. I’ll walk away now lest you get fed up and come after me for soapboxing. f

 

May 4th, 2017

Hi Fenn,

I’ve read your wonderful books and they didn’t help me one iota. The poem with your precious 9 clues is ambiguous, which means absolutely worthless in my opinion. I don’t think the bronze box can be found using the information that is currently available. I have arm chaired this thing to death. Why don’t you give me something I can chew on?

Thanks for nothing, Outta Here

Well Mr. Outta There, I will give you something to chomp on.

Stop arm chairing that thing to death and get out in the trees where the “box” is, but before you go, look at the poem as if it were a map, because it is, and like any other map, it will show you where to go if you follow its directions. f

 

May 6th, 2017

Forrest, I enjoyed my recent trip through southern Montana! Some part of me wants to get lost in the woods where just maybe, I can find myself spiritually. My question for you now is, if you got another chance to enjoy Yellowstone in your youth, is there anything there that you wanted to do but never got the chance to?  -The Count

Count, There are many things I want to do now that I didn’t do then. I want to fish every stream, catch every fish, sit under every tree, and hike the mountains I didn’t hike. And I would like to get lost in the Gallatins again. That was the best, but for me now, it’s too far to walk. f

 

May 7th, 2017

Dear Mr Fenn, The blogs are so full of ambiguities, obscurities, insignificancies, opacities, and vague nesses that I don’t know what to believe anymore. Someone said that you said you were not going to attend the Fennboree Festival next month. It makes a difference to me and if you are going I need to make some plans. So I’ll ask you right out, are you going or not? Please tell me straight and don’t give me one of your dance-around-the-mulberry-bush answers. Thanks,  Bette LaFann

Bette, is that your real name or your stage name? There was a lady in a carnival when I was a kid, and her name was something LaFann. She wore huge ring ear rings with a live canary swinging in each one. That was pretty wild for 1940. The way you talk makes me think you might be that woman’s granddaughter, are you?

I never said I wasn’t going to the festival, and I fully intend to attend with Shiloh and Lacee as my designated drivers. How else can I see the bearded Desertphile and other such characters? If you come will you please bring hot dogs, buns, mustard, dill relish, sauerkraut, salt and Pepper and Tabasco? f

 

May 14th, 2017

Forrest, many people entertain themselves by anagramming words, would you consider this just tomfoolery?  Thanks for everything Forrest…..loco

Loco, If someone is entertained by anagramming words I will not say it is tomfoolery.f

 

May 18th, 2017

Forrest,
I realize it has been a very short interval since you last addressed a question of mine. However it seems that some in the community feel like that question was just a waste of time. They whisper(complain) that I did not relate the question to the Poem and that it was not asked in a direct enough manner. I guess they’re scared to ask if they can fly that plane? 🙂

I will attempt to appease them in this matter.

In the past you have indicated that it is risky to discount any of the words in the Poem. Considering that, have you ever mentioned, even in a general sense, the words that form the nucleus of the Poem?

Hope this finds you in fine fettle today……loco

Loco, I read the poem again and couldn’t find the nucleus you referred to. Can you point it out to me please?f

 

May 22nd, 2017

Hi Forrest, we are now aware that the poem is a map. If the poem is a map and will tell us exactly where to go, why couldn’t the little girl from India get past the first two clues? I think it’s because after solving all nine clues from home, the ocean prevents her from journeying to the precise location to retrieve the treasure chest. ~ Lagerta the Bold

Dear Whoever Asked This Question, Thanks for answering it for me. f

 

May 27th, 2017

Hi Forrest! You’ve said you love unique things. I like unique things, too. But, to me, just about everything in nature is unique, even down to the bee husks I used to collect as a kid. What is the most unique thing you’ve ever owned? ~?

?-?  Unique is an absolute word, so nothing can be more unique than another. And I am not sure I fully understand what I just said. Can you rephrase the question please? f

 

June 16th, 2017

Mr Fenn, I am reading that several people have been lost while looking for your treasure. On Monday we will go on our first search and we are a little apprehensive. Since you are the only one who knows where it is hidden can you give me some advice that will help keep us safe? ~ Mrs SRM and son.

Yes Mrs. M, your email is timely, and because you are new to the search I will reiterate what has been said many times on blogs and in the media. If you plan to search in a National Forest or a National Park you should ask a ranger to brief you on your particular area. They can advise you much better than I can.

It is easier to get lost or stranded in the winter time because the weather is such a factor. But the spring and summer conditions can be just as unforgiving if you are not prepared.

Please don’t ever overextend yourself. I was 80 or about when I hid the treasure and it was not a difficult task. I will soon be 87 and I could go back and get it if I were so inclined, I think.

If you or your son have any physical limitations please don’t attempt the search. Many flatlanders suffer altitude sickness in the Rockies.

Don’t go into the mountains alone. Two searchers together is an absolute minimum, but three or even four is better. Stay within eyesight of each other. A whistle can be valuable if you get separated.

Food, water, proper clothing, matches, bug spray, and a GPS are requirements. Cell phone service is not available in many mountain locations, but take one anyway. If you do have service check in with a friend at home several times a day, and give them a GPS location. They should know where and when you started your search and when you expect to return.

Wearing waders in fast moving water is dangerous, especially if you don’t have the chest type with a tight belt around your chest that will keep most of the water out if you should fall. The rocks in most moving water are slippery and falling is easy. Your waders should have felt soles and not rubber. Don’t take chances, and remember that in many cases no can be a better answer than yes.

You don’t have to move big rocks, or scale a precipice to get to the treasure. Stay away from dangerous terrain.

The summer sun can sap your strength so it is best to wear long sleeves, long pants, and always a hat, especially in New Mexico. At the first sign of fatigue, turn back. If you are not camping plan to be out of the mountains before dark. If your solve is in the desert, get a new solve, and remember, much of the Rio Grande River is not in the Rocky Mountains.

Generally, black bears are not a problem, and they normally will run at first sight. The grizzly can be a problem but rarely is. If you are hiking, use your whistle so as to not surprise him. If you see cubs quickly move away. It is not a good idea to make eye contact with any dangerous animal because they may see it as a threat. Use bear spray only as a last resort.

Caution and common sense are your best weapons in the mountains. Hope this helps Mrs. M, but you should also do your own research. f

 

July 5th, 2017

Dear Forrest, I recently acquired one of your old dolls, but I know almost nothing about it. Do you remember this particular doll, and can you share his story?  Really, how can you forget such an expressive face? It’s handsome, and strikingly lifelike, don’t you think? Your friend, Freya the Bolder

Dear Freya,
I vaguely remember that doll. If you know it was mine then it must have my lead seal attached someplace. My guess it is from a West African country, and I don’t know more than that. Certainly not American Indian. f

 

July 13th, 2017

Dear Forrest, On page 50 of your book Too Far to Walk, you mention your friend and namesake, Forrest Levy. Your parents must have thought highly about this man, but I’ve Googled him and haven’t found much. Can you tell us a little about the man you were named after?  Thank you! ~ HeidiM.

Thanks for the question HeidiM- Forrest Levy, my father, and C. G. Wood (Concy) were class mates at TCU in the early 1920s. Levy was a star on the football team and played guard, I think. He was built like a fire hydrant. I spent a few summer weeks with him in Atlanta when I was 15 (I think).

To get to Atlanta I took the train from West Yellowstone through Chicago. The war was winding down and there were so many soldiers on the train that not only did I not have a seat, I barely had a place to stand. Since there were no hand holds I just stood there and was held erect by the mass of uniformed bodies. I learned to sleep standing up. The long hours must have been miserable, but I don’t remember that they were.

I stayed with “Uncle Jew.” He wasn’t my uncle and he wasn’t Jewish so I don’t know why I called him that. The $250 I made working with him at E. Lichenstein Wholesale Grocery was enough to buy my 1935 Plymouth that Peggy named The Bullet. Sorry I forgot what the question was.f

 

July 27th, 2017

Forrest, The news is full of stories about the chase and it seems like everything that could happen is happening. You must be getting a lot of inquiries from the press? Ralph Munson

Yes Ralph, and from searchers also. I received an email from someone yesterday who didn’t sign their name. It said “I’m not writing you to ask you for any more clues but if you would just tell me where the treasure is it would really be helpful.”

The search has become a sponge for everyone’s ailments. A lady was driving from Mississippi on her way to Santa Fe to “find your stupid treasure.” She got food poisoning in Amarillo and spent some time in the emergency room. She wanted to say that she was holding me responsible for her problems.

Those situations are rare. Thousands of people have had very positive experiences while searching for the treasure, and I get many emails every day from people who send photos and thank me for giving them an excuse to visit the wild outside. f

 

September 5th, 2017

Hello Mr. Fenn, For those of us that do not speak a lick of Spanish, would a Spanish to English dictionary be helpful in our search for your treasure chest? Thanks, John

You should not need to look any words up John. Good luck. f

 

September 17th, 2017

Mr. Fenn, There is a lot of talk about you backing away from the chase as evidenced by your lack of posting on the blogs. Some say your health is not good and that is why you stopped. It is lonesome without you. Do you have anything to say about that? Thanks,  ~Billy S

Well Billy,

Every day for the last few years I’ve told myself to retire, and I always do – for a few days. But just last night I finished the 39th story in my 3rd memoir. I selected what I think are my best Scrapbooks, rewrote them, added lots of new graphics, stick figures, and new/old photos. It is pretty much designed and will be printed next week hopefully.

Doug Preston wrote a lengthy foreword that beautifully sets the tone for what is to come. He and I will launch the book at Collected Works bookstore on 2 October (November). After that maybe I will retire for sure, but I secretly hope not. f

 

October 5th, 2017

As many of us searchers for Forrest Fenn’s Treasure are aware, Forrest has a new book coming out!  It’s called Once Upon A while.  The MW exclusive‘sneak peek video’ into Forrest’s third memoir offers a glimpse into the exceptional work being done to get it finished and ready for the November 2nd Collected Works book signing with Forrest and Douglas Preston.

Douglas Preston wrote the beautiful foreword to Once Upon A While, which was generously shared ahead of time by Forrest.  Douglas’ foreword can be read Here.

Previously to sharing the foreword, MW posted a featured question with Forrest Fenn that announced the release of his new book, and answers what many are asking about Once Upon A While; What’s the book about?  The featured questionis reposted below to provide that answer!

Mr. Fenn,

There is a lot of talk about you backing away from the chase as evidenced by your lack of posting on the blogs. Some say your health is not good and that is why you stopped. It is lonesome without you. Do you have anything to say about that? Thanks,  ~Billy S

Well Billy,

Every day for the last few years I’ve told myself to retire, and I always do – for a few days. But just last night I finished the 39th story in my 3rd memoir. I selected what I think are my best Scrapbooks, rewrote them, added lots of new graphics, stick figures, and new/old photos. It is pretty much designed and will be printed next week hopefully.

Doug Preston wrote a lengthy foreword that beautifully sets the tone for what is to come. He and I will launch the book at Collected Works bookstore on November 2nd. After that maybe I will retire for sure, but I secretly hope not. f

However, many of us still wonder, “Are there any clues within Once Upon A While?”.  As of now, Forrest is not answering that question.   In an article of the Albuquerque Journal by Megan Bennett, this was stated.

Forrest confirmed the following statement with me, and so…

‘Are there any clues within Once Upon A While?’  is the featured question of this post. 🙂

Forrest’s answer:

“I don’t want to say more about the contents, except to say that I think it will have broad human interest,” 

So maybe, maybe not.  Seems like the ‘Is it Buried Question’.  Could be, Could be not. 🙂

 

October 16th, 2017

Mr Fenn, You’ve been awfully quiet lately.  Is it because someone might have given you a correct solve within the last 10 or so months?  Thanks ~John

No John. F

 

October 26th, 2017

Dear Forrest, In 2014 you said, “It seems logical to me that a deep thinking treasure searcher could use logic to determine an important clue to the location of the treasure. Is someone doing that now and I don’t know it?” Since saying that, has anyone to your knowlege used logic successfully to determine that important clue? Thanks Eiseley

No one has said anything to me about it Eiseley. f

 

October 30th, 2017

Mr Fenn, People are saying you went and retrieved the treasure and there is even a video on U-tube that says that. If you did, I think you should tell everyone.  Wondering,  Janice

Thanks for the question Janice. I receive a dozen emails each day that tell me I retrieved the treasure. It is not true, and I will never go back and get it. If someone finds it I will make an announcement on the blog. f

 

December 6th, 2017

Dear Forrest, In your book you mention ‘two can keep a secret if one of them is dead‘. Did someone else know the place you hid your Treasure Chest?  ~ Carolyn

No, just me.  f

 

December 15th, 2017

Hey Forrest, you said we could retrieve the treasure in any season. Well in winter, would we need a snowmobile to get to the spot? ~scout around

Scout around, if you need a snowmobile to get to your solve please stay home and drink hot chocolate. f

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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17 Responses

  1. Chesney says:

    Thank You Ms. Kile for the 2017 compilation! Happy New Year!

  2. Jdiggins says:

    Thanks Jenny, makes research much easier! You rock! 🙂

  3. Strawshadow says:

    Thanks Jenny, you just made me smile, again, Happy New Year!

  4. JC1117 says:

    Thank you, Jenny.

    That’s a lot of record keeping and a lot of work.

    Much obliged.

    Happy New Year!

    When life gives you lemons…grab every banana… 🙂

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15G6nbfUrl0

  5. JDA says:

    Thanks Jenny for the compilation, and Thanks Forrest for sharing your thoughts.
    Well, here it is January 5. In the past, Jenny you have asked Forrest 5 or 6 questions on the 4th of January. Where are this year’s questions? I miss them. JDA

    • TabascoLightning says:

      Thank you Jenny, this has been informative and a bit entertaining. It feels a bit weird commenting on one of these since, I had made it a point not to read anything at first except ff’s map and clues. Studiously working in indirect (but inherently less-certain) variable assistance as needed until, well, here I am! It has been a futile, but exciting ride to say the least. I intend on making a Grande effort to shape ff’s “Penrose Tile” by using the knowledge and insight I have gained to become a part of this great culture of the Pueblo, just as it has already become part of me. If I ever happen upon a Grail in my journey, I am sure the trail behind me will be covered in a course salt: Certain, beyond a lonely doubt.

      C~

    • Zaphod73491 says:

      Hi Jenny/JDA: Jenny has an excellent track record of cajoling Forrest into answering some questions each February 4th, and with her charm I’m inclined to think Forrest will oblige her again (even though it seems like Forrest has chosen to pull back a bit from searcher interaction since the publication of Once Upon a While). Btw, thanks JDA for sticking up for me (and yourself) on Dal’s this morning — since I’m subscribed, I did see the back and forth via email before the thread got nuked.

      • JDA says:

        Thanks Zap I thought that it was January 4, not February 4th – My error – JDA

      • Zaphod73491 says:

        Hi JDA: what I’m wondering is Jenny’s process for choosing her 6 Questions? Does she think them up herself, pass on questions from posters, or some combination? I think the hard part is constructing a question Forrest will answer or even *can* answer. Some of the most revealing questions that have been asked of Forrest are those he cannot answer. I loved the end of one of his answers where he said that he wished someone would ask a question he COULD answer, like what is the color of a daffodil. Big clue there in my opinion.

  6. CJ says:

    Is anyone ever going to ask:

    Are all of the places that the nine clues refer to in New Mexico, Colorado, Wyoming, or Montana?

  7. Turcitt says:

    February 4 is the six questions

  8. C says:

    Jenny,
    I would like to comment on Forrest’s story “Beautiful Dreamer”. He was asking what he did wrong in the story. From an objective standpoint, he really didn’t do anything wrong, just as long as he is fully aware of the overwhelming complexity of causality. So far, I personally have not found any deductible reason as to doubt his ability to manipulate in a harmonic manner. I would have to simply say that it all depends on where his perspective, knowledge and wisdom lie. From the vantage point of others it might be distasteful, as it was for me at first glance. But he definitely handled that with providence. But like I said, that is just me. My mind continuously simplifies and reasons (when I am mindful) in order to secure quality. That story, spoke to me. Isn’t that what they are supposed to do?

    Thanks!

    • JDA says:

      “C”

      I, for one, think that there are MANY things to be learned from that story. Some associated with life, some associated with who Forrest is, and some directly related to the chase – Just how I see it – JDA

  9. Five-leaf blaze says:

    Awesome compilation. I think that 2017 was a quiet search year, with most of the great solutions already thought of in years previous. I did a ridiculous amount of poking around the Rockies last year and am better for it.

    • Zaphod73491 says:

      5-leaf: I wouldn’t assume that (quiet search year in 2017). I think every year has seen more searchers and searches than the previous one. But it may be levelling off (peaking) this year. Eventually it must happen: attrition rate exceeds new inductees. Look how few people so far have purchased TFTW relative to TTOTC. It’s roughly 1:10. I’m betting the person who solves the poem will own all three memoirs because each book has gigantic hints not found in the others.

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