147 thoughts on “Flywater-1

  1. My initial belief was Mr. Fenn used scrapbook 124 to distract from 121.5 because that is the frequency used for aircraft distress (like when he ejected over Vietnam). However, this could be one of those type of clues that gets everyone excited. There may be something to it or it could be just a ploy to get us through the long winter.

    That said my guess to the lost fishing spot would be Whitehorse, NWT on the Yukon River or Nikolski Alaska. I don’t believe he forgot this spot but rather a guess the location game. The reason is he is dressed very warm. The rainbow trout is large and one must go north to catch three large rainbows in one spot.

    The second reason is the “Joe Billy Bob”. That name is insane and generically made up. Notice he then referred to him by his initials: JBB or JB; those initials are the identifiers of Non Directional Beacons (NDB) for Whitehorse (JB) and Nikolski (JBB). NDBs are navigation aids used for flying aircraft across country prior to GPS and to shoot an approach at airports.

    The Wolf


  2. E*:
    on January 12, 2015 at 8:15 pm said:
    E- I watched the video like you asked and I thought it was very polite of the gravel to hold still for a moment while the nice man was filming.

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    Reply ?

    E* TYVM for introducing us to King Rene’s beautifully illuminated allegory. An ironically enjoyable afternoon today, being equally delighted with Westslope cutthroat restoration on the Madison and a 15th century tale of love’s woes. I wonder if Forrest understands the many windows of opportunity to learn and enjoy which are opened to us through TTOTC. Thanks to all on this blog for fun, creative ideas!


    • lia – I was just writing about that very topic,…how The Chase has evolved into this incredible mind-expanding learning experience,…when it might have become a single-minded greedy and cutthroat search for the gold. You are welcome. πŸ™‚

      And how are you feeling, btw???


      • E* nice line strip…Using cutthroat play on words. I’m not much of a fly fisher but suspect there is a reel or quiver full of lines to be used as clever hooks. Bet your great at that. I’m feeling better this afternoon; another nights rest and back in the land of living. I tried truly enjoyed your links to the illuminated and lovely book. (Like smelling lilacs in the spring)
        A great tie in to Jennys site.
        What do you take away from Forrest’s new post? I’m still angling on the fishing post and fighting off a headache.


        • lia – A good friend here had that terrible flu,…which turned into walking pneumonia for her. Please be careful! She got it before Christmas,…and is just getting well now.

          I noticed that new post was SB 121.7,…which is the frequency for Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. That was for The Wolf. πŸ™‚


  3. inthechaseto:
    Spallies –

    You can bring your famous fruit cake – haven’t tasted one since my grandmother murdered hers.

    Do you put a bottle of rum in it?

    I will make and bring my mom’s bread pudding. I read somewhere its Forrest’s favorite dessert. Maybe we can lure him to the stream’s side for a closer look. (? for Forrest: raisins or no raisins in your bread pudding?)


      • Thanks Spallies, the flu is teaching me patience. But I was able to watch some of Forrest’s Santa Fe videos in bed.. Another day and I’ll be fit again. πŸ˜‰

        I can bring rum sauce and Carmel sauce for the bread pudding – I make it with cinnamon rolls.

        Inthechase – do you want dill or bread & butter pickles?


  4. Grayling Creek is where FF caught that beautiful rainbow. Page 68, TTOTC. Donnie is holding it but Forrest still has his waders on. I don’t know who the guy is in that photo on scrapbook 124, but it’s not Forrest. And the fish in that photo is not a rainbow trout. I emailed him privately with this information, and he tried to bribe me with liquor to keep it secret. Fishing is a wonderful sport, I suggest everyone take it up. Just stay away from Grayling Creek. And make sure you always tell the truth! Won’t be no trouble that way.


  5. inthechaseto:
    Bob –

    You can definatly bring the wine – and


    You can bring the rib eyes –

    BUT we really need someone to bring the fruit and cakefor dessert.

    Ok I will bring my favorite , strawberries, raspberries and peaches with pound cake. Making me hungry, better stop reading about food. LOL


      • Hello, All. This feast is sounding very delicious. When it happens do you think The Master…Forrest…would let us have it at his house? I’m just throwing that out there in case he stops in to read this.

        As far as music…maybe we could get a whole bunch of ducks! Well…some people think that’s a good idea, anyway. Those same people probably think that double chins and yelling at humble servants is a good idea, too. I don’t agree. πŸ™‚

        Maybe we could just get a fiddler to play up on the roof!


        • JC1117, Yubba,
          Dibby dibby dum,
          A fiddler on the roof singing music with aplomb would be perfect entertainment. Do you think Forrest and Peggy will him dancing on their roof? He may stir up the hens and piglets.


          • JC –

            Great idea about the fiddler – I think the chickens will like it too – Lia.

            JC – if your lookin in New Mexico – I think you must be a fisherman that tells tall tales. Ah ha ha


    • Everyone – And MY Grizz knows just where those really big Browns and Rainbows are, too. I hope Forrest was able to throw the one he caught back into the water,…and that he didn’t have to use it in place of Bear Spray:


    • Bob, lia, and inthechaseto – Oh,…heck. I’m feeling generous today. So,…I will give away my “secret weir”,…which happens to be shown in that video of the gravel I posted (and lia: I am seeing one of those Ghost Busters red circles,…with that Giant Cutbow inside it):

      Cabin Creek

      This tributary of the Madison flows into the river below Hebgen Dam. It supports a population of native westslope cutthroat trout that is almost genetically pure. We have obtained a $5,000 grant from PPL Montana to begin to build a fish barrier in the creek.

      The barrier will block upstream migration of rainbow trout from the main stem of the Madison with the goal of rainbow trout from interbreeding with the remnant population of cutthroats. Engineering studies are being completed and the funding of the barrier construction is well underway.


      • E* – he mentioned cabin creek in one of his emails he received. The person was searching there and found a blaze of fire on a rock face or something to that effect. FF asked if that person had seen any caves.


        • The Wolf – My “blaze” is not fire on a rock. Actually,…I have two,…for two different solves,…which I call Solve A and Solve B. The second involves much of the info. I have posted,…and my “blaze” beats the heck out of the one you posted on your search story on Dal’s. And it is also “Wise”. I was just reading in a new book,…about Glacial Erratics,…and there sure are a lot of them along the Madison River. πŸ˜‰


          • The Wolf – And maybe that gravel IS left over,…from Glacial activity?:



            Note: in that first link,…there was the following fly fishing definition for a “slick”:

            Several feet downstream of the rock the eddy ends and begins to blend with the two current slots forming a slow moving mixing zone of water with flat currents called a slick (due to the “slick” look to the surface of the water).


          • whoa whoa whoa – whoa!
            Them’s fight’n words. Beat the heck out of my sacred owl blaze?! Even better than my other owl blaze carved from the purist white marble?! I just can’t imagine anything close to that!!!!

            Listen I traveled over 2000 km to explore those blazes, you should be able to go right to the treasure if your blaze was “beating the heck” out of mine!!!!

            Oh I forgot, I have one last blaze that “beats the heck out of any” produced to date. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry, it will make you pray, it will make you concede!!!! Oh yah!!! Thats the ticket now bring it on Ms. E*!

            The Wolf


          • The Wolf – Did I mention that my “go right to the treasure” progress,…has been repeatedly impeded,…by MY Grizz????!!!

            And just TRY to imagine,…”it’s easy if you try”:

            β€œImagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”

            ? Albert Einstein


          • The Wolf – I give you a lot of credit for your observations,…and your imagination. At least you have figured out that I am a WOMAN,…which Bob has not. πŸ˜‰

            And technically,…BOTH of my blazes,…for Solve A and Solve B,…are associated with the word “WISE”. Put that in your Sitting Bull Peace Pipe and smoke it. πŸ™‚


          • The Wolf – Oh, Noooooo! You must have found my blaze! I was wondering how long it would take you,…to go back in time,…to find, “King Rene’s Book of Love”:


            p.s. Do NOT show this to Jenny,…or she will definitely add RenΓ© d’Anjou to her blog!


          • E- we talkin slicks now! Cool! I love slicks! Here’s my technique for pullin rainbows out of slicks: first, this is spin casting stuff not flies but flies can be worked in the same manner.
            Fishing a slick takes patience, and dead accurate casting. When the boulder is exposed above the water line, cast a small brown/cream colored rooster tail on top of the boulder. Yes, on top out of the water. Hopefully a single hook rooster tail won’t snag. Now take all slack out of your line but don’t move the lure. Now wait. Stand still because the fish have seen you and your rod as it moved forward during the cast. And especially don’t move your legs in the water stand perfectly still as long as you can. Let everything settle back exactly as it was before you disturbed the natural scene around you. Ok, you waited let’s say 5 minutes. Now the fish in the slick are waiting for whatever washes around the boulder minnows, crawdads, insects. And, anything that tumbles off that boulder into the water. Your presentation is this: a water bird has caught a craw dad and perched on the boulder to eat it but, the bird drops the craw dad! Here is where you slowly reel the rooster tail over the side of the boulder into the water ever so slightly like it just fell in on its own. The small splash will alert the trout, you begin reeling like crazy imitating craw dad escape mode. The trout can’t stand it and attack!
            Enjoy the lovely song of the drag.


          • Bob – That was some fly fishin’ expertise you shared, thar,…thanky kindly! But why wouldn’t I just use a Crawfish Pattern,…and not a Rooster Tail???


          • Bob – Or,…I could just get that Rooster Tail fly,…tatooed on my hand,…and sit up on top of the boulder,…for,…oh,…say,…5 minutes,…then slowly slide my hand down the boulder,…and gently immerse my hand in the water,…and wait for the trout to bite it,….and,…oh, NEVERMIND!


          • E- here’s the rooster tail I’m talking about, a spinner. But with single hook not treble. Spinners are heavier than flies and will sink to the bottom like a crawdad trying to bury itself in the rocks to hide from the fish. I’m sure the fly would work too as trout hangin out in the slick are going to take a look at anything that rolls off that boulder, making a splash. On boulders just below the surface, that create slicks I have worked my spinner to appear as if it swam around the boulder. Casting upstream and running it right next to the boulder, it comes into view of fish in the slick as it gets pulled behind and below the boulder as the water speeds up.


          • The Wolf – You wrote about your new blaze:

            “It will make you laugh, it will make you cry..”

            Oh, Nooooo! You flew over my spot,…in your rescue helicopter,…and found the Giant Masks,…didn’t you? Bummer.


        • The Wolf – I think that Cabin Creek fish barrier,…goes with this line,…from Forrest’s blog page about The Poem:

          “This poem written by Forrest Fenn contains nine clues that if followed precisely, will lead to the end of his rainbow and the treasure. Happy Hunting!”

          “There’ll be no paddle up your creek”,…so that’s the End of the Line,…for Forrest’s rainbow. Cutthroats only. No trespassing. But if that rainbow is anything like Forrest,…I am sure a few little Cutbows will be living on that creek! πŸ™‚


      • Bob – OK,…now I am reading this book,…about Kit Carson,…and all things Mountain Men:

        And I just read that those Mountain Men had another meaning for “slicks”,…which was the place a Beaver used to habitually exit the water from his “in the wood” construction,…and where Mountain Men would try to place the bait (Castoreum) to intercept them in their traps.


  6. E*
    Try again later – maybe there is a limit on photo posts per hour. Heh you still haven’t commented on SB 121.5, I thought you would like that one?


    • The Wolf – In one of my numerous attempted posts today,…I tried to compliment you on your SB121.5 thoughts,…which I read earlier,…over at Bog Buzz,…but THAT WAS DELETED,…because I also tried to include that DANGEROUS INTEL,…about fly fishing on the Beaverhead River. Thanks for checking out the link. I just wanted you and Bob to see the really big Rainbows and Browns on it,…and how Forrest may have caught them there. πŸ˜‰


    • The Wolf and Bob – Lots of good guesses,…over on Dal’s blog,…for the location. But that gravel,…and the river shadows,…looked eerily familiar to me. And then Forrest DID mention “fault lines”,…in his post. Did you know that 28 people died in that 1959 quake?:

      Watch this video, please,…and let me know what you think about the gravel. I did see a few fishermen who boasted of good catches,…large Browns and Rainbows,…in that very spot:


      • Rocks are too big and the water is moving too fast, unless you look at the inlet the water is calm there. Any other fault lines near your Big Hole?


      • E* hello mon ami! For a girl you know a lot about fishing πŸ˜‰
        in this case I believe the rocks are indicative of glacial tilled gravel from further north, large river basin, on the west side of the continental divide because the trout appears to be anadromous (ocean and river rainbow).


        • lia – Are you saying that Forrest is holding a Columbia River hog, then?

          And all I know about fishing,…I’ve learned right here,…since I’ve joined The Chase,…but I haven’t actually tried fly fishing with the gear yet. πŸ™‚


          • E* um, well… I know there are landlocked Columbia river “hogs” and those that come 1,000 miles inland from the ocean. Most of the hog photos look more silver without the rainbow pink markings. I’m no fish expert so Forrest has me on this one. But I do think my guestimation about the river rock type and Northern location West of divide is correct.


      • I have no idea about the rocks. I would have to say they don’t match… But, I might have to play this on replay as I try to go to sleep tonight… Nothing more soothing than a flowing river… Thanks for sharing!!


      • The Wolf, Bob, lia and spallies – Bummer. Now so many of my theories have been blown out of the “home of Brown” water,…as it were. One prominent fly fisherman I read about,…referred to the Madison River as “Old Muddy”,…during the heavy Spring runoff. That affected the fishermen I met at that spot,…the day after a 3 hour July rainstorm hit the previous night. They said the fish couldn’t see their flies.


        • E- that’s a beautiful sight right there. Where the muddy water meets the clear is an edge. Learn to find the edges, and there will be fish. The fish use the muddy water to hide. They’ll pop into the clear water to nab a minnow or crustacean. So there is your bait, on bottom a scented worm or craw dad. A small spoon would work too. Work it in and out of the muddy and clear water, the edge. Just like deer hunting. Deer will work the edge of a farmed field. Using the woods to pop back into for cover. The edge. Doesn’t most of the population of the US live along our coastlines? The edges. Gots you som knowedge today didn’t you E?


          • It’s not that the d is missing from knowledge. It should be written like this know/ege
            A slash written sloppily becomes an l


          • From Jump Starting the Learning Curve pg 27- …I was beginning to learn where the edges were, and later in life…

            In pilot training the phrase used to find the edges of a planes capabilities is pushing the envelope.

            And still later in FF’s gallery days he would find the edges of selling art, much to the dismay of his competitors. Edges, limits, borders, boundaries. Along these find treasure.


          • Bob,
            Pushing the envelope. Did you see the scrapbook entry with the envelope address to Mr. Puceet? Are you thinking that the french verb for “push” (Pousser) is what he was hinting at?

            I was taking the mirror image angle for that envelope and getting “tee cup” or the mirror image of the envelope and seeing a “bullet”

            Notice his latest Mysterious Writings comment and refers to the extreme North West part of Libya? Should we be looking at the North West edge of the search map ?


          • Wolf- makes perfect sense to me. I think certain scrapbooks are directed towards certain searchers. That one must have been for you.
            Scrapbook 124 has a little bit of everything for everyone.


        • E- oh and don’t try to tell me I can’t fish a fly rod that way, because I can. Unorthodox yes, and maybe illegal too but like you said if the fish can’t see your fly, improvise!
          Whatever it takes to get results.


        • E- yes it’s not looking good for a trout stream to be the home of Brown…but this should cheer you up, from George Manville Fenn’s book “The Crystal Hunters”
          Chapter 4-“On The Rope” (like teachers with ropes)
          …standing in the evening twilight, which was declining fast, just outside the plain brown pine-wood chalet.

          There is the home of brown. And now here’s where warm water halts…chapter 5 “Strange Quarters”
          ….for the many thousand trickling rivulets of melting snow, born of the hot sunshine of the day, were now being frozen up hard.

          From that same chapter, here is a hint relating to Bessie And Me, TTOTC.

          …..and waiting their turn(cats) with the brawny milkmaid, who rose from her crouching position from time to time, taking her one legged stool with her, fastened on (tied) and projecting like a peculiar tail.


    • The Blue Dun is another classic trout dry fly pattern that was originated to imitate the early mayfly hatches. These dry flies work for a number of hatches including the Blue Winged Olives,…


  7. Everyone – Just taking up Forrest’s challenge,…to guess where he caught that beautiful Rainbow trout,…pictured in SB124:

    1) On the Beaverhead River, MT
    2) On the Big Hole River, MT

    Note: the gravel areas in some of those photos. And the size of those trout! πŸ™‚


    • E*, I was thinking something similar. This picture you provided is lacking the trees that reflect on the water. It looks like the water is flowing right to left in FF’s photo.


      • Ok, now we are talking. I like the area and thought it was in the Wapiti waters myself. That confluence has lots of coincidences – “how deep is a hole?” to name one.


    • The Wolf – You saw this picture of the Big Hole River,…in that link I provided,…right?

      On Confluences….

      The expedition rested a couple days at the Missouri headwaters, then began to ascend the Jefferson River, using ropes to pull the dugout canoes upstream against the current. Along the way they hunted deer, elk, bighorn sheep, and encountered grizzly bears.[12] Describing the upper Jefferson River, Lewis recorded on August 2, 1805:

      The valley though which our rout of this [day] lay and through which the river winds it’s meandering course is a beatifull level plain with but little timber and that on the verge of the river. the land is tolerably fertile, consisting of a black or dark yellow loam, and covered with grass from 9 Inches to 2 feet high. The plain ascends gradually on either side of the river to the bases of two ranges of mountains which ly parallel to the river and which terminate ?it’s? the width of the vally. the tops of these mountains were yet partially covered with snow while we in the valley. were suffocated nearly with the intense heat of the midday sun. the nights are so could that two blankets are not more than sufficient covering.[13]

      Arriving at a major confluence, Lewis and Clark named the western fork the Wisdom River, the eastern fork the Philanthropy River and retained the middle fork as a continuation of the Jefferson River. However, none of these names were retained. These rivers are known today as the Big Hole, the Ruby, and the Beaverhead.


      • Well done E*! “Wisdom River, the eastern fork the Philanthropy River” very applicable. I remember looking at this area quite closely for other reasons …


  8. In SB 124 FF does not capitalize the word brown in his paragraph about the number and type of fish he caught that day. He’s telling us that the home of Brown is not a fishing hole. This is probably the secret he hasn’t told anybody ever.


  9. Ok since Goofy (over at Dal’s) will come down on anyone like a rabid dog who even thinks there is a hint in this scrapbook, I thought it best to discuss it over here. Initially, I thought this SC124 was a smokescreen to get searchers attention away from what I believe to be a hint in the previous SB.

    Sometimes, ok most times I think Mr. Fenn is using these scrapbooks to lure us searchers (the fish). FF is the master fisherman and he like to catch fish and we generally bite into those juicy scrapbook flies he teases us with.

    With that said, I will bite this time (I hope he won’t land me). He talked about spelling words wrong again and of course he purposely placed two words with incorrect spellings. “leeve” and that “knowlege” again. One has to ask why he does that? Is he trying to distract us from something else or is he hinting. If hinting what does “leeve” mean? Is it a hint to levee or leave or sound like leaf? Then there is knowlege or is that know lege? Lege being someone in high regard, “high regard” remember hearing that?
    He used those words in Jenny’s Q&A.

    Now if this is a a lure to distract us from the rest of the scrapbook, then one can ignore this and focus on that 28″ fish weighing 11 lbs. β€œRainbow 28”, 11 lbs, #8 fly, 6 lb tippet.” The rainbow trout chart says that is should weight 8 lbs. So is he hinting at this line or more specifically the number 8. Or “fly” or even “tippet” (also known as a scarf of an Anglican Minister). Tippit is also the officer shot by Lee Harvey Oswald and he has mentioned him with John Wilkes booth in his My War for Me chapter and then there is his Kennedy and John Connolly connection. I smell a conspiracy!!! ha ha

    Then there is the speculation this photo is the exact place where he secreted the chest.

    Or, this could all be a smoke screen to divert our attention from the previous scrapbook. All IMHO, but fun to dream.


    • Wolf –

      You asked what we might think leeve would mean – and your going to think I’m crazy – but there are 2 things I think it could be –
      1. a levy to irrigate a field
      2. an island in Antarctica – really Leeve Island

      I think I’ve had the knowledge thing down for awhile and am not willing to give it up until one more search for me.


      • The Wolfe and inthechaseto – From Merriam Webster’s definition of ‘leave’:

        Origin of LEAVE
        Middle English leve, from Old English l?af; akin to Middle High German loube permission, Old English aly?fan to allow β€” more at believe
        First Known Use: before 12th century


      • Interesting idea, Marie…and Forrest probably would have gotten away with it, too…if it hadn’t been for those meddling kids! Ruh Roh! πŸ™‚

        Hey Nate and Brody, you go that way with Shaggy and Scooby to your spot. Me and the girls will go THIS way. Come on, girls! πŸ™‚ We’ll all meet back here when we’re finished, ok?



    • Wolf- all good thoughts! And here’s another. In all his years of fishing you’d think Forrest would know the proper way to hold a fish? Guess he was suffering one of his memory lapses that day. That scrapbook photo makes him look like a novice.


    • Bob –

      Very funny cartoon –

      “There are a few fault lines in my aptitudes. I can tell because sometimes the spell checker in my computer starts to smoke. And I perform typos with a physical dexterity that no one can respect. But it’s my word arrangement and memory loss that bother me the most.”

      1. A few fault lines
      2. Aptitudes – plural
      3. Typos
      4. Word arrangement

      Huuum – should all these things be looked at?


      • Inthechaseto- yes I believe so but then that would be messing with his poem which he said not to do. On the other hand, he is a fisherman, which scrapbook 124 proves, evidence photo with fish. Therefore he tells stories sitting up, evidence cartoon. But he also hopes it (treasure) isn’t found for a thousand years. I say we gut, scale and fillet the poem. Clean it, cook it, and season to taste.


        • Just as he placed his thumb on the map – and covered people – perhaps we should do the same thing with the poem. That really would be just eliminating a word – or a few words – leaving the poem itself just as it is.


          • Inthechaseto- kind of like a condensed version of stanza one?

            I alone
            With my

            I feel like this has been done before. Who knows?


          • Yes Bob –

            I’m sure it has been done before – but I haven’t done it – so maybe I will give it some thought now. Perhaps each stanza has it’s own quirky quirk.

            Fault lines may play a part too.


          • Inthechaseto- I like Ezekiel. Interesting reading. The wheel within a wheel he saw was what led to the tambourine. An early, early music making instrument.


            Wouldn’t surprise me one bit if someday, someday in the future alien spaceships have as propulsion a tambourine shape on their belly.
            (I’m a big dummy)


          • Ah yes, Lia –

            The way I like trout is stuffed with crab meat –
            wrapped in bacon and then placed on the barbeque


      • Something else to consider is hearing loss. I have firsthand experience. I have the closed captioning feature turned on on my TV set always. Sometimes the words are wrong on the caption. They sound similar but are spelled different and have totally different meaning. Example- angel/ankle
        “…and I looked and lo, an ankle of the lord appeared to me and said….”

        Hearing loss is a big part of Forrest’s life and I’ve not heard of him speak about it. I’ve tried to change words of the poem according to sound but got nowhere with it. If you usually don’t have the closed captioning activated on your tv, try it sometime…it’s usually humorous when they make a mistake. And as kind of a side note to this subject, when FF wrote scrapbook 98 “closet stories” I had already changed the word “where” in line 2 of stanza one to “wear” as in clothing. “I can keep my secret wear”. In scrapbook 98 he goes alone in the closet, with clothes. Again, I got nowhere with that either.


        • Interesting thought Bob –

          I do have the caption on my tv – too lazy to turn it off.

          Wear and where – yes, could be along with other words – a clue. So what did he wear – a disguise –
          I doubt it as he went alone – unless he didn’t want the bears to recognize him.

          And since you posted a bible verse – into google type “rainbow 28”.


          • Inthechaseto- no, no, no! Forget about the wilderness or bears! That’s all misdirection. “I can keep my secret wear” think about literature… The emporers new clothes.




        • Bob,
          I think you bring up a very good observation. I would not be discouraged by lack of links. They are out there, it just takes time.
          The Wolf


          • I was commenting on this comment from Bob.
            ” And as kind of a side note to this subject, when FF wrote scrapbook 98 β€œcloset stories” I had already changed the word β€œwhere” in line 2 of stanza one to β€œwear” as in clothing. β€œI can keep my secret wear”. In scrapbook 98 he goes alone in the closet, with clothes. Again, I got nowhere with that either.”

            He said he got nowhere (links)


          • The Wolf – I rather enjoy messing with things,…like the Poem,…like the time I reduced it to all verbs,…and it sounded like that “Song of Hiawatha” poem. πŸ™‚

            But when I replaced the word, “where”,…I used the word, weir (fitting for ICT’s trout feast, no?). I like that “There’ll be no paddle up your creek” works with this photo, too:


  10. I wasn’t going all the way to Colorado without my spinning reel. It’s just an old Abu Garcia 505 on a cheap flea market telescoping rod but hey, it’ll get the line wet. It fits in my carry on luggage. So as I left Telluride along the Dolores river I’m looking for a deep pool to sink a worm. But there aren’t any! It’s too shallow all the way to Cortez! I stopped to look, walking through a foot of snow probably 10 times! What the heck! I can’t believe it. I searched the eddies looking for trout taking a breather, but saw none. Later that night in Pagosa Springs the guy who sold me a one day fishing permit confirmed what I saw. He said because of drought he hasn’t fished that part of the Dolores for three years! So I was right about that, made me feel good. I fished the San Juan early Saturday morning- 2;00 am. 25 degrees. Didn’t catch anything but chasing fish is always thrilling.


    • Yep, drought has impacted the whole area in the southwest. People who live other places take water for granted. Forget the oil pipeline, we need a water pipeline.


  11. Me-“hey bur! Pass me that bait!”

    Bur hands me a plastic tub of stink bait. No, we aren’t trout fishing, it’s catfish. Big, ugly flatheads on the muddy, lazy Missouri somewhere north of Kansas City. With 20lb test, heavy rods, trebel hooks laid out with egg sinkers on bottom.

    “Sure is a nice night for fishing” said Bur
    “Are you sure he’s here?”
    “Look at that moon, I can almost feel it”
    “Yep, hey tighten that line…it went slack….Anything?”

    We had settled in with two rods apiece and the nightlife that we had silenced, once again became vocal roaring back to life. Crickets, bullfrogs.

    “What else can we do?” said Bur.
    “We wait, nothing else to do.”

    “Do you think he sees it?”



    • It began with just a few hair raising yip! yip! yip! From two or three coyotes who had picked up our scent, and then grew into a deafening chorus from what sounded like a hundred laughing hyenas… Bur! They are really close!
      Bur- good thing we made these mud balls.

      Neither one of us brought a gun on this fishing trip, there are no bears or wolves on the plains of northern Kansas but earlier, while it was still daylight, Bur had suggested we make mud balls to throw at uninvited guests to our fish camp. We had stacked them like cannonballs at Fort Leavenworth near the fire to dry hard as rocks.
      Me- they’ve picked up our scent and will steer clear now.
      Bur- yep
      Me- no need to sling mud tonight.
      Bur laughs.


      • Your to much at times Bob LOL. But hey, I like reading funny adventures, especially when I’m in them. Guess your the only one seeing things that I came across many “moons” ago. If you follow trails right you will see where to begin. Bur


      • “BOB! Wake Up!!!”

        Bur had gone into town to get more beer and I was left in charge of all four rods and had fallen asleep. Broken lines lay limp against the muddy bank, all four hooks , sinkers gone.

        “Didn’t you hear the drags screaming!!!”

        Me- “no”
        Bur-“you can’t hear a damn thing anyway I should have put bells on the rod tips.”
        Me-“gimme a beer?”

        Reluctantly, and without eye contact Bur hands me a beer.

        Bur-“I’m missing something…what could it be?”

        Me-(belch) Ahhhhh! Leaders of steel my friend! (Raising my beer to the sky), we need eighteen inch steel leaders!”
        Bur- “is that in the catfish book?”
        Me- “yep”
        Me-(grinning)”Stout Hearted Men!”
        Bur-“let’s tie ’em on!”


        • Me- “Bur! This is awful! The fishin is as flat as Kansas. No bites, nothin, not even a turtle! A high pressure ridge must be movin in that explains the clear night sky. The flathead got lockjaw.”
          Bur- “least we got cold beer, and nobody is botherin us.”
          Me- “I think it’s time to up our game, whaddya say?”
          Bur- “we gonna crank up the call box? Or noodle em?”
          Me- “nope, reel in the lines.”

          We reel in all four lines, remove the soggy bait, hooks in guides and snug the lines to put the gear safely away. I grab a stick of dynamite from my tackle box.
          Me- “ok Bur get a stick from the fire and light me up!”

          My first throw wasn’t very good, too high and too short.

          Me- “hit the dirt Bur!”

          We got a quick shower from the blast just 25 feet from the bank as dinks floated up, perch, bluegill and little bullhead.

          Bur- “dang it Bob you could have killed us!”

          Me- “hey, sorry ok?”
          Bur-“fishing with dynamite is illegal anyways, somebody’s gonna call the cops on us!”

          I light up another stick of dynamite and hand it to Bur…”are you gonna talk or fish?”


          Me- “nice cast Bur!”


          • Bur and me stood on the muddy riverbank in the silence that follows any explosion like a kid brother. Waiting… Hoping to see what we knew lived in those murky fenn waters. A white plastic 55 gallon drum slowly rose, the blast had loosed from the silt.

            Me-“it’s moving…upstream? How is that?”
            Bur-“that’s no barrel!”

            The barrel came to life, open end closed it’s mouth, a huge red eye staring directly at us. On instinct we turn to run and stop. Seeming foolish we turn to watch the creature. It was a giant white flathead. Stunned, barely able to swim gasping for air and listing starboard managed a wriggle. It was beautiful. An albino, white as, as nothing I have ever seen with a silver belly. Every bit of 10 feet long and weighing over 300 pounds. Bur and I stood staring for what seemed like hours was only seconds as he regained consciousness, slowly righted himself, using his tail to relay the message by waving left to right- no…no…no.
            Vanished into the deep.

            Deaf to the sirens wailing behind us growing closer. Deaf not from the concussion but indifference.

            Me- “did you see the hooks in his mouth?”
            Bur- “yeah, no one will ever catch that guy.”

            A human voice behind us…”good morning fellas!”

            We had not acknowledged the squad car, nor the opening and closing doors.
            “You boys look like you seen a ghost!”

            Bur- “Call Me Bur”


          • E- thanks for those links. Give up the dynamite? Nah, you see those guys who caught the albino used TNT first, then placed a hook in the stunned fishes mouth, not filming that part. Once the fish regained consciousness, the fight was on and the camera. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but big fish ooohs and ahhhs are universal not to mention smiles. What a great clip E! Loved it! And best of all they released the albeeno! Lol


  12. And leave my trove for all to seek

    A fishing guide leads you to the trove of fish, then it’s up to you to catch them. Sometimes they stay and fish with you and sometimes they don’t. Flywater.


  13. Hey everybody, I can’t comment on Chase, blog buzz, or other threads that are popular. Guess my little iPhone is full. Anyway, this comment is in response to Deb wondering why hardly anybody posts comments on FF old Santa Fe trading blog. I can only speak for myself and have thought about this for a long time. I don’t post on FF blog because I don’t want to talk to him. Why? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for a long time. What is it? I mean, I don’t even want to meet Forrest until this treasure hunt has been done and over with for, oh I’d say 3 months. To let all the commotion die down. And then I want to go fishing with him, start early in the morning. Drive somewhere to fish and take a solemn oath not to talk about the treasure hunt at all. Not until we are done fishing. And then later that evening, around a campfire, after all the fishing stories are over. Then, talk about the treasure.
    I think Deb, that FF has become a father figure to some of us. To me it’s like at Christmas time. When I was a kid, my brother and I used to try and trick mom and dad into telling us what we were going to get for Christmas. Of course it never worked, so why talk to FF at all? You can’t trick him into telling you where the treasure is. I never thought that Dal nor Stephanie or anyone who ever tried to get close to him ever had an advantage over the rest of us. He’s dad. We’re his kids. It’s that simple. Sure, I’ve thrown some guesses his way, but just like at home when I was a kid all mom or dad would say is “I don’t know” or nothing at all. But Christmas has a date…December 25th. We don’t even have a date for this thing, this game of FF’s. That makes it tougher. And so- we wait. I always felt for Dal actually, fulfilling the role of favorite son. A position I think some envy, but only Dal knows how difficult it is. Maybe rather than to say dal has stopped searching, he’s taking a break from favorite son. I write this in all seriousness. And this too- I’m a big dummy.


    • No you arent a big dummy. I feel the same sort of, he is the father I wish I had. He is the fairy tale to my nightmare. His kids were so lucky, I wonder if they know that? Lucky indeed. πŸ™‚

      Thats why I have one sided conversations with him, before one of us is gone. I say it that way cause you never know what will happen. If I can make him laugh then it was worth it.

      I just wish I could spend some time alone with him so we could talk, minus my big mouthed bass. LOL Inside joke… πŸ™‚

      Good luck to you. I will be work on a write up that hopefully people will understand. πŸ™‚


      • Nope not that kind. The photo is in black and white also and very dark. I think its deliberate ,to hide the coloring on the fish. But there is one fish in the photo that is lighter and just kind of stands out more. Its an odd photo. Looks like a spawning with hundreds of fish, Into.


        • I’ve commented on the fish in the book on a previous post, but perhaps not here.

          The picture on p. 124 looks like spawning salmon, and the fish look more slender due to refraction. Although it could also be at a hatchery that incorporates a natural type of run in some way, which is not unheard of.

          I also mentioned that Forrest’s comment is interesting- “My secret fishing hole”. Makes me wonder if the extremely resourceful Forrest during tough times may have raided the local fish hatchery ( there is a convenient one on the Madison ) in order to supplement his fish supply if he didn’t catch enough to eat or sell.

          The photo does not look photoshopped to me, and I don’t see any need to in that context.

          As a fly fisher, I am most amazed by all of the trout in his book being very close to the same size, as shown on pp. 122 & 123 and others.

          Sorry if I have repeated myself; I’m just trying to draw these thoughts together in this thread.

          The closing passage to the chapter Flywater is special. He put something into those words. Here he is talking about that final place where he will rest, possibly beside a bronze chest.

          This is a striking paragraph, where he says that he will remember the special things that brought him to his final place. Close your eyes and put yourself there.



          • I too am drawn to this chapter. I have to ask why he misspelled caddis (cadis) twice on the same page. It’s just like the missing d in the word knowledge (twice on same page) on page 139. Why no D?


          • MJ- didnt he mention praying for D’s in school? but never got them? so we dont get them either.
            or maybe theres an important name that starts with D. i dont know.


          • Yes Bob. He prayed for D’s, I remember. Certainly could be a hint. Is there a current list of the misspelled words in TTOTC on the blog? I’ve got knowledge, caddis, Witherell, doller, PHD (periods with and without)


  14. Sure not much going on about this chapter anymore.
    I don’t recall any clues that help me in this chapter…
    Fishing doesn’t apply to my spot.
    Anyone else have any luck here?


    • For me this chapter was about natives preparing for winter. In my own search the pics supplied a couple of place names. Im sure there is more in here I have missed, will give it more time and thought.

      No need for anyone to raze me about what I think. I said for me thats what this chapter is about, doesnt mean its about that for you or your search.


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