r/JustinPoseysTreasure

Thanks for the seed, u/jarofgoodness. Here’s my go:

I woke each day to borrowed time,
and fed my hours to the mill.
They weighed my worth in little lines
and found me wanting still.

I learned the roads that others chose,
the ladder, rung by rung,
but somewhere past the life I knew
a quieter song was sung.

So when an old man spoke of gold
beyond the beaten way,
I followed water, stone, and wood
and let the dream hold sway.

And later, past the map’s last edge,
where stranger stories grew,
I chased another thread of hope
through shadow, star, and blue.

Not riches. No, I wanted less:
a morning wholly mine.
One door the world had overlooked.
One break through endless pine.

One place where no one measured me,
or asked what I had done.
One little patch beyond the rain
where I could feel the sun.

But rainbows move when chased too long,
and maps at last must end.
The river keeps its secret still,
the road forever bends.

I sought no kingdom in the hills,
no crown, no grand design.
I only wanted one true dream…
For now, back to the grind.

According to a source within the now defunct Misfits, the group has officially disbanded.

But don’t worry—the private-server era of Beyond the Map’s Edge is alive and well.

Rose has now started a new private, females-only server… and guess who has a seat inside?

Justin Posey.

I’m genuinely trying to understand the logic here.
After everything that happened with the Misfits—the questions about private access, information being shared behind closed doors, certain hunters potentially having access to Justin that the broader community doesn’t—the solution is apparently to dissolve that server and immediately create another exclusive private server where the hunt creator himself is a member.
And to be clear, the issue isn’t women having their own private server. Have at it. The issue is Justin being inside it while his treasure hunt is still active.

If this hunt is supposed to be an even playing field, why does the person who designed it continue hanging out in private spaces with select groups of active hunters?

Maybe absolutely nothing hunt-related gets discussed in there. Fine. But after all the controversy surrounding private access already, why even create that appearance of preferential access?

The Misfits may have disbanded.

The conflict-of-interest questions definitely didn’t.

The majority of theories I’ve seen and heard over the last year and a half have been amazing. I enjoy this community and the like minded people that come along with it(for the most part). I’m glad I got involved. It’s the little things, like watching the book burn in that old wood stove. Maybe when someone tested the book for hidden messages with everything in their kitchen. When the tech clue, slowly spreading throughout a small group while everyone said it was nothing. The excitement and anxiety when the cipher was revealed. The late night conspiracies. The constant feeling of both winning and loosing. It all shows how we are as humans. “AI can’t drink wine and pour it on a book.”

Then there is the whole other side. It wasn’t dedication to solving clues. It was watching a car come together. Seeing a little baby grow bigger. Solving puzzles in chat. Drunk bar nights on an open mike. The great sending of the newts. Listening to all the “Roosters”. There’s just so much. All while searching for answers and just enjoying a good conversation! This is what underscores all of it.

 I don’t talk very often, if at all, in Reddit, Discord, Facebook, or any social media for that matter. Oddly enough, the main reason is because the urge to share. It’s hard to keep a secret, especially when you must divulge information to even get a voice. The second part, is information overload. So many brilliant ideas, and some just absolutely not. These new ideas get added to the mix and just add more chaos in the end. Finally, the improbable part. If what you have works out in your solve… it’s wrong. Unless it fits that persons solve and they can tie it in. Guess what? “You might have been right!”

The truth to all of this?

This is a treasure hunt, greed is a thing just as much as gold. There is way more greed than there will ever be gold. Why does this matter? Simple. We get to choose how we conduct ourselves. I don’t see the reasoning behind some of it. I myself admit I am greedy, to an extent. My greed leans less on gold, and more on something else. The best part, it didn’t end too soon. Wouldn’t that have sucked?”I think yes!”

 TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
Some of you might think you’re being cheated. Some of you might feel it’s unfair. Let me be the hardest truth you may hear. If your mind is on that particular wavelength, you never had a chance. Hell, you may have never had a chance either way. Who am I to know?

Yours truly,
Mr. 6 Clues (2 U)

2 Truths and a Lie —
I wrote this article!
I am “6 Clues”!
You didn’t read this!

Justin says he left one thing for us to find. I was totally in on QR or NFC tag idea but then I remember he said he modified something that was already there. Plus failure could happen in multiple ways with said tags. So now I’m leaning towards carving or something similar. Thoughts?

Justin has already done Q&As on X, YouTube, Discord, podcasts, radio, TV, and at Seeker Summit. Reddit would provide something those formats haven't: a place where we can ask questions directly, publicly, and in writing without moderators deciding which questions make it through. Even though Seeker Summit used attendee voting, the questions that got asked were still filtered through the interests and biases of the searchers participating.

There'd also be no need to create transcripts afterward, which has been an unfortunate necessity with previous recorded appearances. The questions and answers would already exist publicly, in writing, and in their original context. An AMA here wouldn't require Justin to answer everything. It would give him the opportunity to see the questions himself and choose which ones he wants to address directly.

Given how much BTME has evolved since launch, that kind of open format seems like it could clear up a lot of the post-launch ambiguities created by previous Q&A sessions. So, do you think a Justin Posey BTME Reddit AMA could be genuinely useful? If Justin agreed to do one, when would you prefer he do it? What questions would you most want him to answer in writing?

After months of delay, finally out in search zone. Burning all my yearly PTO in one clip 🤞🏻.

Yesterday got to the area I’m searching. Completely surprised & a little bamboozled tbh by the significant differences between being at the location and satellite images.

Before leaving, had a clear game plan. Upon arrival, overwhelmed by the sheer level of plant growth and scale. Feeling pretty deflated. Even if best case scenario and I am right on the location area, or even the kitchen area, still would be a needle in a haystack.

Issue: What am I even looking for at the treasure retrieval step? Justin mention there isn’t any identifiers indicates the is at the final location. Tree stumps? Is it buried? Feel like if I was standing in front of the treasure I still don’t know if I would see it. What am I manipulating?

Acknowledging & hoping to avoid reasonable comments because, well, I am already here.
*Cant find w/o checkpoint
*Exact final kitchen sized area

Confident in my solve, could easy (and most likely I am) completely wrong. But I am here & I am searching the area, and feeling very uncertain I could even find the treasure if Justin circled the kitchen on a map and I was standing in it.

From my speculation (imo), I think this hunt will either end very soon, or early next summer.

I have a botg planned later this month, and it will likely (in my estimation) be my last time searching for the treasure. This meaning that if I don’t find it, someone else will find it elsewhere before I am able to go out again.

This reality has made me confront how I would react if the treasure was announced to be found.

This could happen at anytime. Before Im finished typing this, an announcement could go on the website.

There will be no warning. There will only be infinite possibilities until they are immediately constrained to one:

Someone else already figured it out.

It made me curious if anyone else has considered their reaction to when this announcement comes (because it inevitably will) and how yall think you will react?

If I don’t find it, Ill just be sad for a while haha. Not sad that someone else found it, just sad that I wasn’t able to chase down the rest of my leads.

- not written by AI

Going BOTG with my 10 year old son. Hoping his childhood wonder can crack the code.

Does anyone want me to take a particular photo for you? Let me know and if the location is convenient, I’ll snap the shot and post it here for you.

What's going on?! I'm excited to say that I've officially returned to Reddit after burning out lol
I've had a few usernames like Specialist_828, Electric-Fire-4664, Hiiipower336, and floodinadrought from Discord.

This sub has been quiet lately,
It's starting to drift away from the true spirit of treasure hunting.

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...played by River Phoenix. Who also starred in "my own private Idaho"

I will be retrieving the treasure shortly.

But Posey’s menions guard this defiled place. Always fishing for answers, always wondering who’s who, always playing interference, always giving away hints and clues, always up to no good. You can't fool me cuz I have lots of experience with guards. You menions make it impossible to play nice; you're on your own now. By the time you figure out I left it will be to late for you to catch up.

The man is weak stomached ? What do you think is the smell that turns JMP’s nose? Clearly he’s slightly squeamish? Or?? What’s the common underlying thread here we might be overthinking on that story tid bit ? I feel something here like spidey senses …. I remember many funny and funky candle smells myself from the 90s …… particularly Christmas ones . That’s what turned my nose as a kid …. Is the underlying implication something here worth hounding ?wait dogs smell too . Damn it rabbit !! This candle thing has me irked a tad . Anyone wana discuss opinions / theories/ smells you remember or think JMP hates? I bet it’s cloudcroft#42 in fresh linen and pine with a hint of rawdoggin it .

^(EDIT #3:) ^(People want the condensed version, of course. I have completely replaced it below with the lazy version. Some really enjoyed the full version. Some didn't. Sorry!)

^(EDIT #2:) ^(The two photos keep disappearing from the post, so I have posted them as one singular photo comment in this post comments below.)

^(EDIT #1:) ^(This is) ^(the 2nd time I have made this post. The first post was published at roughly 11:00pm CT 08AUG2026. Unfortunately, while correcting a typo I discovered in my Reddit app, the photos contained herein simply disappeared with no ability to re-add them. I deleted the original post due to such. I had people reach out asking to repost, and I agreed. Give yourself ample time to read this or save it for later if you must. Thanks for all of the kind words on the original post late last night. Best of luck to everyone on their hunts!)

I’ve been sitting on quite a bit for a long time now. Some of it came through research, some through methods I’m not ready to explain, and a couple of the more important pieces were things I literally walked straight up to because that is where my solve told me to go. I’m sharing some of it now because the hunt feels like it is entering a different phase. I’m not trying to convince anyone that I’m right, and I’m definitely not giving everything away, but if our positions were reversed, I’d want to know that someone out there was finding things that seemed to go well beyond simply interpreting words on a page. One of those things involves Grandpa Fitzwater.

The runaway-tire story in Beyond the Map’s Edge always bothered me. Grandpa supposedly chases a trailer wheel into the water, gets knocked unconscious, and somehow ends up floating downstream on top of it. Maybe that happened exactly as written, maybe it didn’t, but what eventually mattered to me was realizing the story could also be describing something visually. A tire lying flat has parallel bands running across it, and a natural boulder can have the same appearance through weathering, mineral bands, or old water lines. Grandpa lying across the top could then be represented by some kind of marking, shape, or etching on the surface. Through a separate method, I was led to a particular seasonal water feature and essentially told where to look from there. When I finally went BOTG, I found a boulder with horizontal parallel lines running across it, and on top was an unusual multi-line marking that looked like an X or star with a tail.

That got my attention immediately. The direction of those tail lines also matched an orientation I had already derived independently from the compass imagery on the book cover. Suddenly the floating tire story, the rock imagery, the North Star idea, and this physical boulder were all sitting on top of one another. That became Grandpa Fitzwater for me. The problem was that I misunderstood what I had actually found.

For roughly seven months, I treated that location like the checkpoint and pushed forward into Stanza 3 from there. That mistake cost me a ridiculous amount of time, several BOTG trips, rental-car miles, research hours, and probably a measurable percentage of my sanity. The frustrating part was that I kept finding things I still believe are legitimate. They just belonged later. That created one of the nastiest kinds of false confirmation possible: the evidence itself could be relevant while I was using it in the wrong order. Instead of forcing me to abandon the larger structure, those discoveries kept reinforcing a sequence I had misunderstood.

Seekers Summit finally forced me to reconsider almost everything, or at least prove it all. One answer in particular hit me hard: if you are confident in the location where you are searching, there is little reason to stray, but it really comes down to how you built that confidence. That sent me backward. I started questioning things I had treated as settled, recognizing hints I had missed, and eventually realizing I had probably overcomplicated Stanza 3 for months. Somewhere in that reset, I came to the larger compass idea I had already been working upon unknowingly. Four characters in Justin’s life appeared to correspond with four physical elements of a compass, and I had already identified candidates for all four locations. Then the obvious finally hit me: four outside points do not really confirm a compass. You don't navigate from the top of the compass (the north point, which is what I was doing all along and failing). The center pivot point confirms it.

That was when the word pivotal started sounding a lot less figurative. If those four outside elements really formed a compass, then somewhere between them should be the pivot—the center pin where the entire thing comes together. I spent months trying to figure out where that point should be. When I finally returned in July, I tested two candidates and struck out on both. That evening, back at the hotel, I realized I had overlooked something embarrassingly simple in the poem: her foot of three. That changed the geometry, produced a third candidate, and gave me a new waypoint to test the following morning.

This time, I was not wandering around hoping to find something interesting and then drawing a target around it afterward. The pin existed before I ever got there. I walked toward it with my phone out, making only the adjustments necessary to avoid trees and terrain, until my position marker essentially overlapped the waypoint. I stopped, waited for the GPS to settle, and looked down. There it was: an arrow-shaped rock. Plain as day. I had approached it from the side, and part of it was covered with pine needles and mud, but the shape was obvious enough that I knew immediately what I was looking at.

The important part was not simply that an arrow-shaped rock existed somewhere near my predicted center. It was sitting essentially at the point I had plotted. Then I looked at where it pointed. Back toward Grandpa Fitzwater, along the same general axis I had already been working with. Behind the arrow, in the opposite direction, was the foot of three, while the other two compass elements also crossed through essentially the same center. That was the moment the “compass of lost loved ones” stopped being four interesting locations and became, for me, a functioning navigational system.

It also changed the way I read Stanza 3. My interpretation now is that the compass is intentionally out of alignment and that “return her face” is a mechanical instruction. The fixed pointer establishes the reference, while the surrounding compass face or rose must be corrected by twenty degrees. Reset the face, and a new bearing is created from the pivot. Suddenly another clue I had thought about almost from the beginning—“the key to one direction lies in another”—started sounding much more literal. I had always expected some kind of redirect from a precise physical location; I simply had the wrong location for most of the hunt.

Once I made that correction, the new bearing pointed toward an area where I had already spent time during earlier failed searches. The difference was that before, I only had a general area. Now I had a line. As I currently understand the sequence, I first had to find the compass, then find its center, confirm the geometry, recognize that the orientation was wrong, return the face twenty degrees, and cast the corrected bearing toward “the place.” Whether the arrow itself is technically the checkpoint, whether “the place” is the checkpoint, or whether that label belongs somewhere else is something I am not pretending to know yet. What matters to me is that the sequence finally makes sense.

The morning after finding the arrow rock, I followed that corrected line without having done enough desk work to isolate one specific endpoint. It was mostly reconnaissance, and there was one section of that line I deliberately chose not to investigate. After returning home, I spent the next several weeks working the line with the same two secret methods I had been using for months. Naturally, almost everything pushed me straight back toward the small section I skipped. Of course it did.

And not just generally. I am now looking at a very small area, roughly 10 meters by 10 meters and possibly smaller, where that corrected line intersects a feature that would be extremely fitting for “the place.” That is where I am now. I am not claiming the treasure is there until I stand there and prove it. It could even be the checkpoint. I don't know. For what I can tell, based on my solve, this area IS the place described in the poem. I have eaten enough humble pie during this hunt to know better than to claim this is IT. But I also know there is a huge difference between wandering around until something interesting appears and predicting where something should exist before ever seeing it. I have now experienced the latter more than enough.

So, soon enough, I’ll be back following Justin's words, going BOTG with the fourth Stanza because these two solving methods from the armchair are not valid anymore. I didn't have to go BOTG until now, technically, but the "brute-force" method was the route I unknowingly chose. You know, if I could go back, I don't think I'd do anything different in that sense. It's been one hell of a ride.

And we’ll see what is actually there.

Arrow-shaped rock, point the way!

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Is the September meet up still on? I haven’t signed up, but I have been thinking about it. Anyone going BOTG in that area before or after 9/12? On another note, is Bear Tooth Pass open that time of year?