Fenn’s Treasure..Man Lost Searching For It
Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 28-04-2016
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There has been a search going on since back in January, 2016 for a fellow lost searching for Mr. Fenn’s 2 million dollar treasure (or whatever the value is). His blue backpack was found on the Rio Grande River northwest of Santa Fe while running the river in a raft. This backpack has been identified as his. The search was called off for a while, but now it is back on in hopes of finding him…. you can get clues on the Forest Finn web site or on hesterbooks.com web site. On mine, put Fenn’s Treasure in the search engine and there are several posts concerning the treasure. The fellow in question did not consider some things that should be considered….Listen to me, folks….Mr. Fenn is an old man and was in questionable health when he hid the treasure…It is not going to be far off a traveled road, it is a heavy chest. He did not walk very far carrying that chest and he did not bury it. He hid it….So travel the back roads, read the clues and don’t walk over a few yards from the road. He did not carry that thing very far…I’m sure as he said no one else knows where it is, so he did not have help….So, look accordingly following his lead…Don’t get crazy over it….
Yep! don’t go crazy over it because it probably doesn’t exist. One might come nearer finding the treasure that the Spanish explorer, Cortez, stole from the native peoples of New Mexico than in finding Fenn’s treasure. If Fenn really stashed a treasure chest of gold and jewels in his old age and in ill health, he had to have some assistance, even if it was from an old jackass. More than likely he had assistance from a two-legged one. In any event, the entire story is likely a figment of an old writer’s failing imagination. In my young days of bicycling over New Mexico high desert, I dreamed of treasures of gold and jewels, finding them and even hiding and burying them, but they were only a dream, probably enhanced by the desert heat, dryness, and enchanted atmosphere of my surroundings. When I snapped out of my dream, there were no treasures: only jack rabbits, roadrunners, and tumbleweed. I give Fenn credit only for having more imagination than I did. He was able, with this imagination, to make his story more creditable and believable, even to the point that some people are willing to die in quest of a failed dream.
I read where over 50,000 people had reportedly been searching for the treasure. So a few do believe him I guess.