We have a lot of free time on our hands and burning desire for free cash, so we're in. 

We've got the time and the cardio. Really, the hardest part is going to decide what to spend the money on.

It seems like the plot of a cheesy movie, but apparently it's true. This eccentric rich old dude, pictured here:

hid a shit-ton of gold doubloons somewhere in the Rocky Mountains, and that treasure is free for anyone to find. We love hiking! This seems like a sure bet. 

How do we get at it? Here's Forrest’s poem with nine clues to his yacht-purchasing treasure:

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.

Great. We've got nothing. Some people have been after it for years and still haven't got anything. Really, Colorado is an option, so we might start looking this afternoon. 

All we know is that if it turns out, after years of searching, that really "The treasure was inside us all along," or some nonsense like that, we're gonna be so pissed. You can't buy weed and tequila with life experiences.