Forrest Fenn Biography
Forrest Fenn is a United States Air Force retired pilot who flew 328 combat missions during the Vietnam war in 365 days.
He was awarded the Silver Star for his service and obtained the rank of Major.
Forrest Fenn Age
Fenn was born on 22 August 1930, in Temple, Texas. He is 89 years old as of 2019.
Forrest Fenn Wife
Fenn is married to his wife Peggy Penn. The couple had known each other ever since they were in high school. On February 14, 2020, Fenn and Peggy celebrated their 66th Valentine together.
Forrest Fenn Kids
Fenn and his wife Peggy, have two children together, both girls. Their names are Zoe Fenn and Kelly Fenn.
Forrest Fenn Net Worth
Fenn’s net worth is not yet known. However, the value of his hidden treasure has been estimated t be around $2 million.
Forrest Fenn Treasure Chest
In 1988, Fenn was diagnosed with Cancer. After the diagnosis, he was told it was likely terminal and this inspired him to hide a treasure chest in an outdoor location. The purpose of hiding was to create a public search for it.
Fenn said that the treasure chest contained gold nuggets, rare coins, jewelry, and gemstones. He also revealed that he hid the chest “in the mountains somewhere north of Santa Fe”. He also wrote a poem providing the clues on where to find the chest, in the chapter “Gold and More.”
The clues to finding the chest were written in his memoir The Thrill of the Chase: A Memoir which was published in 2010 after he recovered from cancer.
He claimed to make no money on the sale of the self-published books. This was due to the concern that he would be referred to as a fraud by critics.
Treasure Chest Found
On June 7, 2020, Fenn revealed that the treasure chest had been found but he declined to mention the name of the man who found it.
Forrest Fenn Poem
As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.