This “blog” has turned into a Forrest Fenn, Thrill of the Chase, Treasure Hunting thought spot for me, rather than my usual mindless dribble. That’s probably better anyway. I’m not even interested in my mindless dribble and few others are anyway.
So the other day I have a conversation with myself, which annoys my wife to no end, and I say, “Self.”
Self says “Yes?”, in a British accent. Not sure why my Self has a british accent but ya know, I try not to question my Self to much. It gets confusing.
“Self”, says I, “Your never gonna figure out this poem. There’s just too many variables.” Let me interject here and state that I have the math skills of a 5th grader so using a math type word like “variables” is big for me… carrying on then…
Self takes a moment, scratches his chin, gazes blankly at the wall and then… well… that’s about all I got out of Self during that conversation. Once he zones out, there’s no getting me Self back.
So instead I sat down and did this:
“Uhmm.. why?”, you may ask. Well, when I get to thinking I like to do things with my hands and though you might not be able to tell from this particular graphic, I have a experience playing with graphic design applications.
During this process, I’m also thinking. Thinking about how I need a snack of some sweet sort but also about how to use my special skills to find the Fenn Treasure. It turns out after some deep thought that I have few special skills that would help me in this so I went and got a snickers.
My plan, as it stands, is to think like a Texan, since Mister Fenn is one. As things would have it, I am a Texan also. I spent a good deal of my youth walking the Texas woods, bypassing rattlesnakes and picking up Comanche arrow heads here and there, so I think as far as thinking like a Texan goes, I got that covered.
So, my first question, utilizing my new mode of thinking style is, where would an old Texan hide a treasure chest full of, well, treasure? I am not an “old” Texan, I am just a middle aged Texan who lives in New Mexico, so the answer I came up with is: An old Texan would hide his treasure close to where he lives. Since Mister Fenn lives in New Mexico, much like myself, I’m going with the treasure being in New Mexico.
Next step is to decide where in New Mexico an Old Texan would hide a treasure. Now I’ve seen all the interviews and read the book as much as anyone else and have come up with the clue that the treasure is close to…some sort of … water source… now I could be completely wrong about this, but this is what my Texan gut is feeling. Water.
Join me next time as I reveal the third clue of my newly found Texas intuition. Hint: It has to do with trees….
Here’s proof of my Texas genealogy, for any doubters out there wondering about my Texas credentials:
Old Texas Kin-Folk.
So, now you know you have no chance of finding this treasure before me. Maybe you use common sense, problem solving, and other such fancy skills… I on the other hand rely entirely on… uh… what was I saying again? Hmmm.. never mind, I think I need to go get a Snickers….