The Pearl Necklace

E. Pairing

Description

The Pearl Necklace gives the most thorough solution to the Forrest Fenn Treasure Hunt yet. It presents a compelling case that the Forrest Fenn treasure hunt is still in play. Simply solve the riddle hidden within the poem and the treasure could be yours.
Forrest Fenn’s ‘Thrill of the Chase’ was the greatest treasure hunt of the modern-day era. ‘The Pearl Necklace’ tells the mostly true story of one family’s quest to recover the gold-laden chest.
Supposedly the $2 million horde of gold and precious gemstones was found in 2020. This tale of adventure and intrigue casts serious doubt on the legitimacy of that discovery. In doing so, it reveals the solution to the hunt that has baffled thousands of searchers over the last 13 years.
It also poses a number of questions.
Was the hunt a cryptological masterpiece?
Or was it merely an elaborate hoax to keep an aging gentleman amused in his later years?
And was there a larger, more sinister back story to the Chase?
All is revealed in The Pearl Necklace as well as the introduction of a new treasure quest to enthral the next generation of fortune seekers
The Hunt for the Sacred Idol.

Sujets

• Quest
• Hunt
• Adventure
• Treasure
• The Chase
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press AU
• Date de parution: 08 mai 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781982297282
• Langue: English

Extrait

THE PEARL NECKLACE
 
The incredible (mostly) true story behind the quest to solve the world’s greatest modern-day treasure hunt
 
 
 
E. PAIRING
 
 
 

 
 
Copyright © 2023 E. Pairing.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9727-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-9728-2 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 05/04/2023
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1     As I Lay Dying
Chapter 2     Forrest
Chapter 3     The Thrill of the Chase
Chapter 4     Fennspeak
Chapter 5     Sin City
Chapter 6     Fiddlers Green
Chapter 7     Hunting the Snipe
Chapter 8     The Long Ride Home
Chapter 9     Closer
Chapter 10   WTF
Chapter 11   Full Circle
Chapter 12   Rest in Peace
Chapter 13   Salt & Pepper
Chapter 14   The Back Nine
Chapter 15   Jackson Hole
Chapter 16   White Xmas in Wyoming
Chapter 17   The Pearl Necklace
Chapter 18   Breakfast in America
Chapter 19   The Riddle
Chapter 20   Foray into Darkness
Chapter 21   The Last Supper
Chapter 22   The Chill of the Thrace
Chapter 23   Bloodlines
Chapter 24   Jackson
Chapter 25   The Peacemaker
Chapter 26   The End
Chapter 27   A long one
Chapter 28   Gone Alone
Chapter 29   Black Friday
Chapter 30   The Demosthenes Sequence
PROLOGUE
In everybody’s life there are events that live long in the memory – the first kiss or intimacy, shooting that first gun, driving your first car, moving in together, getting married, having children. Then there are other random events that happen by chance but are equally life defining – the car accident where you lost the sight in your right eye, the guy you met at the Xmas BBQ that became your business partner, the time you lost $2000 at the casino and had no money for groceries until the next payday. For me, 23 rd June 2017 was one such occasion.
It was the day after another life defining event. On the 22 nd of June 2017 I had suffered a massive heart attack that almost took my life. The next day, after life-saving surgery, while convalescing in the local hospitals cardiac ward, I stuck up a conversation with Bob, the patient in the next bed. He bemoaned the fact he was 67 and had achieved nothing of real consequence in his life. He was determined to correct that imbalance the moment he was released from hospital. It was at this time he introduced me to the legend that is Forrest Fenn. This proved to be an event that would dominate my life for the next 5 years, and lead to the writing of this book.
Forrest Fenn was an octogenarian living in New Mexico. After living a colourful life, servicing time in Vietnam as a fighter pilot, and later running an exclusive art dealership in Santa Fe, he had decided to create a treasure hunt to get people back out into the great outdoors. For the last 8 years, thousands of people had been searching for a chest containing over a million dollars’ worth of gold and precious jewels he had hidden somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. He had written a 24-line poem that held the secrets to the treasure’s location.
Being a keen cryptic crossword guy and armchair puzzle solver, I was hooked. The next five years have been spent unravelling the multitude of clues that make up the Chase. It has been a wild ride of excitement and intrigue. On the surface, and just below, the chase invokes vivid memories of childhood stories of cowboys and Indians, pirates and buried treasure chests, secret societies, and machine gun toting gangsters. However, deeper down, the truth behind the chase becomes darker, and some might say, more sordid. At its inner most core, the solutions become more personal, and scarcely believable.
In 2020 the treasure was allegedly found. This book sheds new light on that event and brings into question the credibility of the purported discovery. It also raises an important question – was the discovery an orchestrated cover-up? Here for the first time is the truth that lies beneath the fabrication, falsehoods, and downright lies that surround the chase. As is so often said, the truth really is stranger than fiction.
CHAPTER 1
AS I LAY DYING
Gentle murmuring and the shuffle of feet led me to open my eyes to the morning light that floated in through the east-facing sixth floor windows. Five white lab coats were gathered around the end of my hospital bed. The lead coat towered above the other coats on either side of him. He was unusually tall, maybe 6 foot four, and of skinny build with very dark skin. In his left arm he cradled a clipboard, and in his right hand a pen, as if ready to write something down at any second.
He stared at me through his horn-rimmed glasses for a good 30 seconds, while peeking down at the clipboard every now and again.
“Mr. Pairing,” he proclaimed in a loud and confident manner, “You’re a very lucky man!”
The other white coats nodded in silent agreement. I gazed past the medical team at my three cardiac roommates. They were all listening intently from their beds, while pretending to be doing other things.
“A partial blockage of the lower left descending anterior artery leading to acute myocardial infarction”.
The nodding of the other coats was more pronounced this time, as they all clearly understood what the head coat was talking about.
“ Known commonly in medical circles as the widow-maker.” He paused for effect, glancing to either side to view the reaction of the other coats.
“A major heart event that only 20% of victims survive if it happens outside hospital walls. Very lucky indeed! How do you feel?”
“Lucky I guess,” I offered up unconvincingly, while glancing down at my right arm. It was bruised black from wrist to elbow. A clear plastic collar was tightly clamped around the wrist to stop blood spurting from the vein the surgeon had pierced to thread a tube up my arm and across into my heart the previous day.
The operation had been planned to take 20 minutes under local anaesthetic. When I had arrived at surgery, beds were lined up along the corridor to the theatre like planes at LAX airport. My time slot was 4:20pm. I had been inserted into the line-up due to my arrival in an ambulance a couple of hours earlier, causing one bed carrying an elective surgery patient to be sent back to the ward until tomorrow.
Oddly close relatives were allowed into the corridor, and my family, who had rushed to the hospital on news of my heart attack were now crowded around the bed. It was reminiscent of kinsfolk huddled around the coffin at a funeral home, both strangely comforting and reassuring.
Right on 4:20pm a bed burst out through the theatre doors on its way back to the ward. An orderly appeared from nowhere and began pushing my bed through the still moving doors.
A surge of nervous anxiety came upon me as it was suddenly all to obvious that it was my turn up to the plate. The bright lights and whiteness of the room were overwhelming.
Despite the critical nature of the surgery, I was able to sit there wide awake watching the operation on an overhead monitor. The administering of local anaesthetic and the insertion of a lure into my wrist was relatively painless, however the same couldn’t be said for the threading of the tube up my arm and into my heart.
Once this tube was in place, a minute piece of metal gauze tube was then fed up the tube to the site of the blockage. Unfortunately, this first stent was too small and didn’t fit snugly into the blockage site.
“Shit,” the young surgeon proclaimed loudly. “Get me a 14A,” he barked at the even younger nurse.
She scurried off into a room adjoining the theatre, while the surgeon and his attendant made small talk about cancelling the next operation as it was now quarter to five and wanting to be at the casino by 6 o’clock.
The nurse returned with a small package. The surgeon immediately torn it open and extracted the new gauze tube with a pair of tweezers. With the precision of a B-grade mechanic he managed to manoeuvre the stent up the tube and into position. “Hallelujah,” he proclaimed as he fitted the clear plastic bracelet, “Crown Plaza here