the impossible poem

Looking for the answer to Fenn’s poem felt impossible. From the first time I read it- to the most recent. I followed his orders… Memorize the poem, and go back to the book with the words of the poem in mind. so what the heck went wrong? Why couldn’t I find the “thing”.

I’m not sure if anything went wrong if I’m being frank. Fate led me to Allen k. He and I (fresh off not finding the chest) dissected the book “hahaha by db cooper”. We still followed Forrest’s instructions, just not for ttotc. We did something different than anyone I’ve spoken to. We used the scrapbooks instead. Something I refused to use for the thrill of the chase. And we used those scrapbooks for something not thrill of the chase related. My gut told me Forrest had figured a way to answer searcher questions- without them realizing what he was truly honestly answering. In 2020, I started to wonder if he somehow added a second chest, or a second story… that he could then honestly use as answers to questions without searchers ever being the wiser.

As many of you know, that led Allen and me to 9 mile bay. Within the area of Nixon, Nv. Where Clark Gable filmed his final movie. And caught a world record brown trout. Oh hey by the way- here’s a photo of me as a little boy. Not understanding what was to come

Arriving at 9 mile bay was exhilarating. I don’t mean driving there. Aside from a brief trip through Yosemite and some very strangely placed Fenn related spots (June lake- I mean come on), the drive was boring. What I mean is finding it through the 7 clues hidden within “hahaha by db cooper”. This was a strange book mostly about car chases and court room drama. It actually had very little to do with the hijacking. Yet we saw the picture the author intended… the answer to the authors challenge to find his loot. We both ended up at 9mile bay independently. And Allen gave us the precise location from what we both determined was the final clue. It was time to go botg.

Allen had his spot. And I had a spot about 30 feet away. Directly in between both, was the burnt chevelle. Curious. By no means is it indicative of … well… anything. (Aside from Allen and I laughing at the car chase motif as we inspected this burnt up 1970 chevelle) Allen, however, couldn’t let go of the view his spot created. I agreed. And Eric Sloane would be proud.

My spot was less fun. But we knew that going into it. I felt I had something of a man made area working. A bright white object on the map. Something that looked like it deserved a visit simply from the methodology that forced us to view this specific spot “within 5 miles of db coopers landing zone”. Seeing it person only confirmed one thing- woulda made a cool nook.

Alas – as you can tell… snow was on the ground. No metal detectors were used on this land. It was a fun tease… We would not be dismayed. There’s always work to be done on a hunt that isn’t over (otherwise known as unsolved). Even if it takes 25 days.

I’ll admit. Finding a burnt up 70 chevelle precisely at the spot we think “hahaha by db cooper” led us to…was dope. However, it doesn’t mean shit from shinola. Instead- it’s all about “the one who can best adjust”. And we did that. Lo and behold… it took us to a big ole F.