Masterful Bunny, Real Life

JackLuis

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Masterful Bunny here in the article.


Where to start… we moved into our fixer-upper home two years ago and we're finally getting around to the kitchen renovation. Eddie is DIY (enough) and saving us some money.

During the demolition, we found this safe in the floor – the safe revealed itself when we tore down the kitchen island. To my knowledge, our home has had 6 previous owners – A hunch the safe didn't belong to the last owners who seemed to like cats and smoking.

When we first moved in we found a safe code in the back of a medicine cabinet but never found a safe. Still, I saved the little code just in case.

The safe looks like it's about 10-20 years old. After a half dozen attempts it actually worked!
We stared in disbelief. Time stood still. I started to reach in the safe and Eddie yelled, "Wait it might be booby trapped!" I'm still laughing at that one.
t looks to be about $50,000. Mostly old $100 bills. Okay, we totally counted it: $51,080!
There is a bottle of James E Pepper. Wikipedia time!!!! James E. Pepper is credited as the inventor of the "Old Fashioned."

The seal is still unbroken. Tax stamp reads 1960, aged 6 years. My wiki research suggests this Bourbon is as about as rare as it comes. We like bourbon, a lot.

The book was more of a mystery, sill is. A Guide for the Perplexed by E.F. Schumacher. Published in 1977.
Page 1 – A photo of a really sexy Gregory Peck looking dude. I'm not a treasure hunter but pages 1, 7, 11, and 14 contain, what appear to be, a series of clues.
On the back of the photo is a note which reads:

"Alan,
I have a book you must read. I've underlined a few key passages.
Your friend,
Vincent"
Clues continue.

Who were Vincent and Alan?

Why the Philosophy?

DO you keep the money and go to Vegas?

:D
 
Going to Vegas seems like pushing your good luck a bit much. I'd probably auction off the bourbon, put a good chunk of the money into savings, and spend the rest on a dream vacation.
 
Going to Vegas seems like pushing your good luck a bit much. I'd probably auction off the bourbon, put a good chunk of the money into savings, and spend the rest on a dream vacation.

For me a week or two in Maui would be nice. I don't gamble.
 
This was revealed to be a hoax.

It's still fun to think about, though.
 
This was revealed to be a hoax.

It's still fun to think about, though.
Many hoaxes are fun to think about. Especially whilst serving a fiver for fraud. "Oh yes, that practical joke I played with the lottery tickets was quite amusing, heh heh. But the state just has no sense of humor." How to tell this particular incident was a hoax: they announced it. Smart cookies would have kept quiet. Disclosing your treasure is really dumb.
 
Many hoaxes are fun to think about. Especially whilst serving a fiver for fraud. "Oh yes, that practical joke I played with the lottery tickets was quite amusing, heh heh. But the state just has no sense of humor." How to tell this particular incident was a hoax: they announced it. Smart cookies would have kept quiet. Disclosing your treasure is really dumb.

So I shouldn't say anything about the blonde and redhead i found in that hayloft, right. :cool:
 
Better a statue of Limitations than a statue of Kim Kardashian.[/QUOTE

Runner-up to The Best Joke Award at the Edniburgh Festival this year;
Kim Kardashian has got a huge arse - but enough about Kanye West...
 
I know one guy who found a kilogram of pure heroin when cleaning out his deceased parents' home. The father was a doctor who'd acquired it back when it was a legal painkiller, and never disposed of it.
 
What I thought interesting was the use of an obscure book on philosophy and the underlined clues which made odd sense, sort of.

The Bingo card could be interesting too.
 
It's been suggested it's a advertisement for some sort of whiskey.
 
It's a great hoax. I think we all dream of finding a hidden treasure. At about 12 years old or so I found a St. Christopher medal when I was playing out in the jungle behind our house. Not being catholic I had no idea what it was until my parents told me. The medal itself was copper or brass, well weathered, the image in relief on a hexagonal medal about an inch and a half in diameter.

I still have the medal itself somewhere, but my mom "stole" the chain, it was real gold. That was the only valuable "treasure" I ever found. But once, when exploring an abandoned house at about the same age, I leaned on the ornate mantle piece, only to have it fall with a loud crash. Under it were three business cards, each for a different man, hidden in the brickwork behind where the mantle was.

There were three of us and we split up the cards, I lost mine somewhere in all the moves we made both as child and since I've been on my own. I've thought up lots of fantasies about the meaning of the cards hidden away since then.

A few months ago I was walking the dog along a river bank, it had flooded there the year before and the sandy soil was covered with dead leaves and broken branches and torn up tree trunks. I saw an old mason jar lid peeking out of the sand, and pulled up the jar beneath it. I had images in my head of rolls of bills or better yet a jar full of old gold coins.

It was rotted peach preserves.
 
We found a buried treasure but I know better than to say what, where or when, other than that it is quite safe now, thank you. Well, I *can* say that we had an idea of where it was, and we hired some strong young bucks to dig up the area, and we kept a close eye on everything -- and we were there when it was hit. We got it all; they got paid off without knowing anything. All are happy.

We did leave a little treat for any subsequent treasure seekers. We refilled the hole after placing urns filled with late pet ashes. They won't mind.
 
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