Here’s a video interview with Forrest Fenn who we mentioned a while back. Fenn buried a fabulous box of treasure somewhere in the Southwest US:
He’s got a 9 stanza poem cluing people to its whereabouts, and not once does he rhyme with “Nantucket” or “Venus.” Is he a master puzzle crafter who buried a fiendish solution somewhere inside these lines, or is he an amateur who’s created a vague verse that can’t actually be solved? Decide for yourself!
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 answer 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.