the impossible poem

Partaking in the thrill of the chase got butts off seats. There’s no doubt to that whatsoever. Forrest asked if there were an Indiana Jones ore two out there that could solve his hunt. Well, part of being Indiana Jones is what you don’t see in a 3 act movie. The foundation of a real hunt begins and ends with research. Research brings indy to his spot. And knowlege allows him to finish the job. The person who thinks they’ve solved my poem should get botg like Forrest Gump running for Alabama.

However, research can only take one so far. I kinda feel like – no matter where his chest was hidden- Forrest wanted the thrill to continue from the armchair to the dirt. Enter stage left: the impossible poem.

I chose the title of the poem for a reason. One of them being: fenn didn’t choose one at the end of the day. But don’t stop there. Everything about that poem is intentional. There is no subterfuge in that poem, if you follow its precise directions.

The weekend of July 15 is fast approaching. I congratulate all the folks who have attempted to solve this so far. We’re over 1000 unique visitors to this blog. As of Sunday July 17, photos will no longer be accepted as proof of solve- as the loot will be placed in the area I wanted a photo of. (Except for our friends across either shore) But here’s the thing, nothing changes. happy hunting