My church is in the mountains andĪlong the river bottoms where dreams and fantasies alike go to play. Provocation and realize that all of us are environmentalists to someĭegree, and me more than most. That I admit to being as proud of it today as my father was of me I did that more than once, and candor demands Meadowlarks so my family could have food on the table, then pleaseĭont read further. If it will bother you to read that I shot Instead, keep in mind that the temperament of theĬountry was different in the s, when I was a tyke and Wimpy Nevertheless, the story about my treasure chest is true,Īnd if it doesnt stir your spirit then I hope at least it brings a smileĪnd please dont fret too much if some of the things I say dontĪppeal to you. He fact that one of my natural instincts is to embellish O history as one man can average out that truth, considering
Of the stories that mingle among these pages are as true In his new memoir, Forrest Fenn gives readers the clues needed to unlock the secret of the treasures location. Somewhere in the mountains north of Santa Fe, New Mexico, a treasure is hidden. The Thrill of the Chase: A Memoirby Forrest Fenn
