Medallion Hunt 2024

THE MEDALLION HUNT BEGINS!

Yes, it’s that time of year already: Are you ready also? Let’s see; here are the rules – in Cluemeister’s usual doggerel – just as a refresher for all you eager treasure hunters.

Take your pick of public places

No gold coin’s on private land

Please don’t cause those angry faces

You’d see if on lawns you stand

You won’t need the shortest ladder

Nor a spade to dig in ground

Sure your kids will be the gladder

Not to watch – just stand around

Keep that family out of water

Hot or cold or trickling down

Tell your son and tell your daughter

Stay upon safe solid ground

Don’t stray too far from city limits

This gold disc is hidden near

Jordan’s bounds without dumb gimmicks

Can we get a big HEAR HEAR

Please go rescue golden disc

Its metal health is much at risk

Wrapped in fibers green and brown

No wonder it may wear a frown

Now’s the time to pluck the gold

From hiding where it can’t get cold

“Free me from this plastic prison

No more heat-give me a frisson”

“Cluester put me in plain sight

Part in shade but most in light

Here I lie in durance vile

Come, you seekers, make me smile”

“Cars and trucks, they pass me by

Seems they’re always on the fly

I prefer to look far south

Hope those trees escape the drought”

Searchers, are you going crazy?

You, I’m sure, are never lazy

Stroll along a public sidewalk

At this stage you should not balk

If your plan is a bit too hazy

Stop and sniff a pretty daisy

Just because you’re seeking gold

Doesn’t mean you’re growing old

Shiny golden coin is hidden

Finding it you can feel bidden

Walk along both stone and fence

Check out how the woods are dense

Heimatfest is weeks away

You’ll be proud on that fair day

When your name is called out loud

In front of neighbors in a crowd

Heimatfest is drawing nearer

Won’t these clues get any clearer?

Prize for coin will get no dearer

Watch for traffic in your mirror!

Parking is a block away

In your truck you should not stay

Walk until the sand is gray

Even in the light of day

Sandy cove is not near river

Tucked in there it does not quiver

Wrapped in bags the gold from giver

When disclosed will make you shiver

Path is black from street to street

Running it must be a treat

Pause a sec, don’t be too fleet

Bagged up coin won’t look so neat