This may be the most important part of the entire poem.
A quick stop at dictionary.com gives us the definition of tarry scant. To paraphrase, don’t linger and wait around. Secure the treasure and get the heck out of there ASAP.
Let’s be honest – there are a lot of dangers in the chase. Altitude, wild animals, rough and unfamiliar terrain come to mind. But as usual, man is the most dangerous game.
Throughout history, MANY people have been murdered for far, far less money. Gold specifically seems to leave a long trail of deaths as greed does strange things to people.
There is a famous saying that has been, sadly, misquoted to the point that its original meaning has been lost. It should read:
“The lack of money is the root of all evil”
In other words, if someone knows that you have the treasure, they may do something desperate to take it from you. My advice is to act like an innocent hiker, fisherman, or tourist. I wouldn’t tell anyone I am looking for the treasure, and if I found it, I would shut up, put my head down and rush to a safe haven. Be sure to take a backpack large enough to carry a 10x10x6 inch chest that weighs over 40 pounds.
That, I believe, is the best advice Forrest Fenn or I can give, and that is why I call it the most important part of the poem. Safety first. Dead men spend no treasure.