America's Most Notorious Outlaws🤠💰 | Expedition Unknown | Discovery

We're talking about a gang here synonymous with getaway cars. I mean, it's what made Clyde Barrow famous. Right. And here we have a piece of a classic American tire. In a cave associated with Bonnie and Clyde. Crazy. We search the rest of the cave, but the tire is all that's in here, or so we think. Oh, my gosh. Josh. What did you find? Come here. Check this out. Despite being one of the main hideouts for Butch and the Wild Bunch, Browns Park is a largely forgotten part of the outlaw trail. I'm here to meet with a guy named Mark Allen, who's a historian and preservationist, who thinks he might have a lead on Butch's missing money. Hello. How are you? Great. Josh, how are you doing? Good. Nice to meet you, man. Nice to meet you. Welcome to Browns Park. Thank you. This place is, like, wild. Well, you know, that's how the outlaws lived. So what was here back then? A lot of homesteaders came and built here. Oh, well, like this place right here. This is John Jarvie's place. And he was really good friends with Butch Cassidy. And the people that lived here, they were welcoming of Butch and his gang? Wouldn't you be if somebody came over and said, hi. How's it going? Would you like some money? Hey. And he knew how to have fun. So a lot of people liked him. Mark tells me that Jarvie and his cabin were at the center of a small but vibrant community here in the late 1800s. Browns Park is 21 square miles. And back then, there was almost nothing here. This is where they formed the Wild Bunch. Right here in Browns Park. The remoteness of this spot made it an ideal place for Butch and his growing crew to hide out. Why were they called the Wild Bunch? Well, they earned it. They'd get together and party. They'd gamble. They'd have fun. They were wild boys. In addition to their name, the Bunch also earned a reputation as the Robin Hoods of the Wild West. Butch Cassidy didn't steal from the common man. They went to the banks. They went to the railroads. They went to where it was going to hurt the big people, not the little people. One year, they actually put on a Thanksgiving dinner for the community. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid made Thanksgiving dinner. Yeah, and they hosted. Butch and his gang graciously prepared a Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings for the community in an effort to win over the locals and earn their loyalty. Because Butch and his Bunch felt secure enough to hide out at Browns Park, Mark believes this is the most likely place they'd hide their treasure. So where did all that money go? Well, they didn't deposit it in the bank. No, they were on a withdrawal-only policy. Exactly. So in all this wilderness out here, where do you think that money went to? Well, there was a place that they used to come back to every year. And you think that's where it went? I think it's worth looking. But in the 1890s, the fastest road to this secret spot wasn't traversed on wheels. The highway they had back then was right back there. The river. All right, let's take a dip. Mark and I track down local river guide Ryan Kelly to ferry us several miles down the Green River to the secret hideout. But we won't be going in a modern inflatable raft. Ryan navigates these waters the old-fashioned way, in a rigid dory with wooden oars. It may be nostalgic, but it can also be extremely unforgiving in Rocky Rapids. Butch Cassidy, the Wild Bunch, would they have used the river for transportation? Certainly they would have. This is pretty mellow. Oh, OK. This does not seem mellow. Oh, man. This beautiful, serene river is starting to look a little bit gnarly. Here it comes. Oh, boy. Hang on! All right. Can't help but notice that I seem to be the only wet person in this raft right now. Oh, that's great. Not only am I soaked, but I also have no idea where we are as Ryan navigates us to shore. This is truly the middle of nowhere. Hey, Ryan, thanks for the lift, buddy. Hey, you got it. No problem, man. I follow Mark about a mile over a landscape that's changed very little in the 120 years since Butch and his gang traversed this valley. As we get closer, I can see that they don't call it a hideout for nothing. This is what I wanted to show you. Check this out. Look at this place. This is insane. What is this? It's a dugout. When anybody first moved somewhere, before they built their cabin, they would come in and do a dugout, put a beam up, rock the sides, and this was their home until they finished their actual cabin. So how old is this place? 1874. And whose was this? This was Doc Parsons. Butch worked for Doc when he was about 14 years old. Huh. And in fact, Doc Parsons was my great-great-grandfather. Both of them. That's true? That's blood. That's true. How cool is that? Now I see why you wanted to come down here. This was their place. This is the one where they came and hung out. This is where they partied. This is where they'd go rob a place, and they'd all come back here and meet. And that's why you think this place could be connected to the treasure? Well, yeah, because one of the Wild Bunch guys wrote that they would bury their money outside before they'd come into a cabin or a place to stay so they didn't have it on them. That takes Browns Park, which is huge, and narrows it way down. But we still don't really know how far outside of this place they might have buried that money. Well, that's what we need to find out. Yeah, OK. All right. Let's get to work. Mark has been systematically canvassing this area, and we're headed to one of the only zones he hasn't searched. To help us, we meet the gentleman who's supplying the gear we'll be using to locate the loot. This is Mark's brother, Merlin. Is Merlin your real name? Absolutely. Born Merlin? Yes. Did you have the white beard then? I don't even know what to say about that. OK, let's come on. Let's go find some treasure. To search this area for buried booty, Merlin pulls out his trusted kit, dowsing rods and a signal generator tuned to a frequency that's supposed to detect gold. So I've seen one of these in the field before. In full confession, when I first saw it, I thought it was complete witchcraft. But I'll tell you what, if it finds gold, I don't care. All right, Merlin. Got it. Work your magic. OK. See what I did there? Sounds good. Famous wizard name. All right, Merlin, come on. Find us some gold. You can do it, Merlin. What's your actual level of confidence in your brother's treasure hunting abilities, Mark? Oh, he's really good. He is? The machine, I doubt. But my brother's really good. All right. Merlin is obviously a whiz at this, because it's not long before he registers strong signals, indicating that there's something metallic underfoot. You got something? Got a hit. I like that. I like that, too. While Merlin dowses, Mark and I break out some metal detectors. Now, this is a technology I can get behind. I got something here, guys. Something big right here. Why don't you hit it with yours right there, see if you got it. OK, we got a hit there. Let's keep throwing these flags in the ground, and we'll start digging them up. Half an hour in, and our metal detectors are definitely working overtime. Big hit. We're getting rich today. Now, it's time to dig in and pray for gold. Josh! What'd you get? An old can. The metal detectors are working. They're working good. Oh, check it out. It's a top to a mason jar. Nail. Scrap. Beer can. Let me tell you something right now. If I could do a television show about finding old beer cans, I'd be in my 50th season. Having met and surpassed my rusted junk quota for one expedition, the finds eventually start to thin out. Just when we're thinking of throwing in the trowel, Mark hits pay dirt. I found a casein. Found a what? Bullet casein. What do you think? Looks like it's got a rather Roman numeral two, or no, that's an H. H? That's an H. That's Henry Arms. Henry Arms. They were bought out by Winchester. That is late 1800s or early 1900s. That's awesome. That's a piece of history right there. So this is the right time period. It is the right time period. So we could be holding a bullet fired by the Wild Bunch here, for all we know. Feels good, doesn't it? That's pretty awesome. That is awesome. If it is a bullet belonging to the Wild Bunch, it probably wasn't used to kill someone. Butch was known for his aversion to spilling blood during robberies. Perhaps the greatest example of this was the crime that made them famous, the 1899 robbery of the Overland Flyer train near Wilcox, Wyoming, in which not a single person was seriously injured. All right, no gold. No gold. But a lot of history. It really does seem like every square foot of this place has some story to tell. It's a special place. Yeah. Why do you think it's been so hard to find the Wild Bunch's loot? Well, there's so many stories from so many people about Butch. I mean, they can't even agree that he died in Bolivia. After the robbery of the Overland Flyer, the railroad launches a massive manhunt. Butch and Sundance flee to South America as fugitives from justice. And it is widely believed that after sticking up a payroll transport in Bolivia in 1908, the outlawed duo meet their end in a gunfight immortalized in the Hollywood film. Or did they? And there are all these stories that he survived. Oh, absolutely. There's people like William T. Phillips. He swore he was Butch Cassidy. He took that to his grave. He convinced people that he was Butch Cassidy. Really? A man named William T. Phillips knew such intimate details about Butch's life that many people believed his claim that he was the famed outlaw. Researchers compared their photos, but it was inconclusive. Then in 2011, a younger photo of Phillips was found revealing his real name was William T. Wilcox, a man who once shared a prison cell with Butch Cassidy and was therefore able to impersonate him later in life. But for all the crazy stories, there's some believable ones too. Like Josie Bassett, who knew him here in Browns Park. She was one of the ones at the Thanksgiving dinner that I told you about. And she went out and saw him in the 1920s in Nevada. So it turns out the money might be here, but it also might've been moved to another state by the very man who buried it in the first place. Well, maybe I'm going about this wrong. Maybe instead of looking for his treasure in the places he used to hang out, I should be looking for his body. Well, if there's anybody that would take it with him, I think Butch would be the guy. Right. Nevada. You think you found where that campsite was? I think I did. What did you find? Treasure hunter, Justin Finley, believes he's recovered evidence that could point to the lost campsite and stolen loot of the legendary Dalton gang. Okay, what do we got? We have... What? This is a gun holster that we found along with a whiskey bottle. You found these out at the creek? Yes. Okay, this is amazing. So, the holster, which obviously is in very fragile shape here. Yes. Really old, I assume. Absolutely. I actually had some people at the museum take a look at it and they said it's possibly 1870s, even 1880s. Wow, and the whiskey bottle? They said it definitely dates back to late 1880s, early 1890s. Perfect timing for the Daltons. And look, if this is from the area around their campsite, could this be one of the Daltons' holsters? I believe, actually, not only could it be, I think I know actually whose gun holster it is. How's that? Well, not only is there an account in Emmett Dalton's book where it talked about Gratt threw away a gun holster that had broken on the trail, but also in the death photos, you see that Gratt only has a right holster on. That's insane. If this was Gratt Dalton's holster, then the rest of the story could be true. The Daltons did spend their last night on earth at Onion Creek, and perhaps buried their stolen millions there as well. Now, you weren't in there with metal detectors. Not at all. So were these just on the ground? These were actually on top of the ground, but they were entangled in some tree roots that was actually on the banks of the creek. And what about the old bridge? Any sign of that? Well, found some old railroad ties that were in the area. That makes me think that there may have been a bridge right there. Maybe there's an old bridge. Maybe there's a whole bunch of treasure. That's what I'm hoping for. Let's ride. Come on. Let's do it. Yeah, come on, come on. The Daltons ride again. Daltons ride again. All right, Josh, we're going to be cutting in here. Copy that, right behind you. We ride back along the thin path that Justin believes was used by the Dalton gang on their way into Coffeyville. However, over a century of forest growth has made Onion Creek a more remote location than it was in 1892. If you think about it, 130 years ago, we probably would have seen five men riding through here, riding into town. I love your confidence. You know, you got a 50-50 shot at finding the treasure, but as long as you go on the journey, 100% of the time, you're going to have an adventure. I mean, unless you get bit by a snake. Hey, Josh. What you got? Here's the crossing down into Onion Creek. There it is. Look at that. Yeah. Okay, we got water. Let's do it. Come on. All right, come on, Kip. Just kind of lean back whenever you're going down. Come on, Kip. Real steep. Nice and easy here. Come on. Good job. Come on, Kip. Onion Creek, here we go. Come on. Yeah. Onion Creek is so named for a reason. It has a distinctive smell that makes traveling over it far preferable to traveling through it. Somewhere along these banks, the Daltons purportedly made camp in the shadow of an old bridge. We head north, scanning for any signs of these long-forgotten structures. But as the water deepens and a rocky bottom turns muddy, our horses come up with a new plan. Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kip. Whoa, Justin. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Justin, you okay? Yeah, I'm good. No problem. All I got was a bent back fingernail. Oh. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Let's get back up and hike around. After Justin's unscheduled dismount, we climb up the banks of the creek to search for where he discovered the holster. All right, Josh, let's go ahead and tie our horses to the tree here. Absolutely. Okay, so where were you when you found that holster? I was actually just right up over here. On the other side of the water. Okay, so we got to cross. Yeah. All right. Let's get wet. We gear up with hip waders and metal detectors. Thank you. To cross Onion Creek and hopefully find the Daltons' campsite. No idea how deep this is. Please don't swallow us up. This is about the area where I was where I found the holster. Okay. I'm impressed you found this place at all. I mean, we are way off the grid here. Oh, yeah. So holster was found. Holster found was kind of on that side of the tree and same thing with the whiskey bottle, almost right next to it. As a matter of fact, if you look down there, you see that railroad tie? That's one of the pieces of the bridge. So you think a bridge crossed right here, maybe? Yep. A campsite could be anywhere around here. Right in this general area, we could very well be standing on millions of dollars in gold and silver. I like that. Let's do it. Come on. This is the first time this area has ever been scanned with metal detectors. The Daltons' campsite, perhaps even their millions, may finally be within reach. Anything? Nothing yet. Yeah, me neither. Hey, Josh, I got something over here. What do you got? Coming up really solid. Yeah, you do. And it's right in between these trees. Yeah. Okay, let's see what that is. All right. Oh. In there? Yeah. Stop, stop, stop. It's a shell casing. Holy. Look at that. That's old, too. Looks like about a 38, possibly. But it's unfired, so it means the lead might be down here. You have it? Yep, there it is. Is that it? Ah! Lead slug. Dude, look at that. It is a lead slug. Yep. Get the hell out of here. Dude. Yes. Dude. This could actually be a bullet from the Dalton gang. And if it is, it's historic. Yes. That is the Wild West. Yeah, that's the Wild West. Okay, let's keep looking around. The Old West feels so close, the air starts to smell like sarsaparilla. Justin fans back out into the woods to find even more. Hey, got a hit over here. Let's dig it. Oh. Hold. Hey, got a coin. You got a coin? Dude, you are on fire. What do you got? 1891. An old coin. Get the out of here. It is 1891? This is a bronze Indian head penny minted the year before the Dalton's demise. It fits in perfectly with Justin's theories. If there's one coin here, that means there's gotta be more coins around here. Getting another hit. I might be getting rich a penny at a time here. Ah, got another one. 1886. I mean, on the money. 1886. Look at this. That could have fallen right out of Bob Dalton's pocket. I mean, I'm starting to think maybe it did. We gotta rip this whole hillside open at this point. This is crazy. I mean, who knows also what spilled down the side of the banks here. There could be stuff all through here. Yeah. We gotta keep digging. We returned to the metal detectors scanning the hillside down to the remains of the old bridge. Got something here. Big hit. Oh, I got it. You got it? Feels like a coin. You got a coin? Is that a coin? No, it's not a coin. Oh. Is that a shell? Yeah, that's a shotgun shell casing. That's like brass, right? Yep, so it's a 12 gauge. UMC Company Union. The Union Metallic Cartridge Company manufactured ammunition from 1867 until their merger with Remington Arms in 1912. We're in the right period. Exactly. We're in the Dalton period here. Yeah. All right, let's keep looking. All right. The shell casing, like the lead slug, the antique coins, and the decaying holster all point to the same conclusion. We might well be standing at the remains of the Dalton Gang campsite. This is a huge win. We continue searching into twilight, and despite our historic finds, the one thing we don't detect is a missing fortune. So while the Daltons might have camped here, the treasure seems to have been hidden somewhere else. I'm on the trail of the notorious bandit and moonshiner John Ashley. Now, Florida historians Steve Carr and Chessie Ricca believe they relocated a lost town that might contain the lost treasure of the notorious gangster. So let's start with a little orientation. Where are we? Well, you're standing in the town of Fruita. I'm sorry, the town? The town of Fruita. The ghost town of Fruita. I don't even see a ghost town. Like, where is it? Well, you gotta look hard. It's here. So there was a town here, and when was this town in existence? Roughly 1910 through 1912, it began its roots homesteaded by Joe Ashley, the father of the notorious bandit John Ashley. John Ashley actually called this home, and this was his base of operation. And their home was where? It was right here where you're standing. Like, right here, right here? This is the Ashley homestead. You're standing on top of it. If Steve is right, this is the location of one of the most dramatic and bloody events in the gang's history. Remember Sheriff Bob Baker, the one who would eventually use John's glass eye as a key chain? Well, having had quite enough of the Ashley gang's exploits, Baker orders a large group of heavily armed deputies to raid the Ashley homestead in the pre-dawn hours of January 9th, 1924. A massive shootout ensues. And while John escapes, the sheriff's men burn the Ashley home and their moonshining operation into oblivion. Right here, Josh, that's ceramics from the, probably from the Ashley homestead from the house. This place was burned to the ground. The dishes inside it, of course, were crushed. There's archeological evidence that the house existed and was here. Look at that, a dinner plate that might've been in the Ashley home. John actually made it eaten off of that plate. How crazy is that? This famous raid that went down, that was supposed to have taken place near one of the big stills they were moonshining in, right? So in one fell swoop, the idea was to bring enough deputies here. And Josh, they didn't come with warrants. They came here to do business, to take this place out. Fruita is gone. It was destroyed in one night. The main target of the raid was the gang's whiskey stills. Steve and Chessie not only believe they've found that area, they think the Ashley treasure could still be buried there. So let's talk about this treasure, right? There are these rumors, these stories that it might've been hidden out near this still site. Do we know where this raid took place, the actual kind of flashpoint out here? Yes, we do. We're lucky to have photographs of where the site was. And I think with 99%, certainly, Josh, I can put you on that whiskey still site, which was the whole point of the raid. Can we see it? You ready to go? Please. Now, Josh, I want you to keep an eye out for these cactuses here. Yeah. Also, there's one other thing you gotta keep an eye out for. We got pygmy rattlesnakes. What the hell's a pygmy rattlesnake? It's like a rattlesnake, but small, and it has no rattle. But the rattle's the one way you know they're there. Welcome to Florida. This state is crazy. All right, come on. Keeping an ever watchful eye out for non-rattling snakes and whatever other wildlife Florida has in store for us, we finally arrive at a clearing, which Steve believes was at the center of the police raid. So, Josh, where we're standing, this was that major still site. The big whiskey still was right here. Right here in front of you. Now, there's an old photograph that showed the sheriff's deputies who raided this place in 1924. Yes, I've seen that. They're all lined up, right, in front of a building. Correct, and that building was right there. And was that building the still? It was the still house. It was the operation during Prohibition. They were producing over 100 gallons of whiskey a day. Sorry, 100 gallons of whiskey a day? 100 gallons of whiskey a day. This was a massive operation. This was one of the most productive activities anywhere in the country. So how do we know that still was right here? I'm gonna prove that to you. So, Josh, I got something I want you to see here. Ooh, look at this. What do we got? I believe that's gonna be part of the foundation stone for the still that we were talking about. I mean, that is a cut stone for sure. Look at that. It is. What do you got? Got some blue glass. Blue glass? So what's blue glass doing out here? Well, John Ashley's brother, Bill, produced his own brand of moonshine and he put it in those blue bottles. That's it right there, right? We got moonshiner's glass and a foundation stone in the middle of nowhere. And we got a lot more over here to show you too. Wow, all right, well, let's go find it. Everything points to this being the location of the raid. I got a broken whiskey bottle. Look at that, whiskey bottle. If you find a full one, Chessie, let me know. If this is the spot, it makes sense that treasure could be buried here too. After all, the gang was making a lot of money here and most of it has never been found. A lot of people believe that they could have been producing as much as $5,000 a day in revenue. And that's a hell of a lot of money. In 1920, Ashley had a penchant for swapping paper money out for gold. He couldn't put his proceeds in the bank. He had to hide it. Yeah. If he's producing $5,000 a day, Josh, we could be talking millions, if not billions of dollars in gold. It's believed that John may have buried boxes of gold coins out here near their base of operations. Our mission, look for the loot, but also see if we can find any remnants of the gang's presence, which would be historic. We point our noses to the ground and slowly start walking the site. Oh, I got metal. Steve. So what do you think? Could be part of a stove. As we scour the land, I can't help but feel goosebumps at the idea that John Ashley and his gang may have stood in this very place. Hey guys, I think I got something cool over here. Where? Look at that. That is too cool. So that is, that's 12 gauge. Look at that. Look, we got another one. Two of them. Just literally laying there? Yeah. Josh, this speaks to the violent nature of the story. When Sheriff Baker's men come to the homestead, they're not here to negotiate. They immediately open fire on the gang. In the mayhem, Joe Ashley, John's father, is shot and killed. Having witnessed his father's death, John immediately fires back in retaliation, killing officer Fred Baker, cousin of Sheriff Baker. John's girlfriend, Laura, is also seriously injured, taking three wounds to the abdomen. John, however, miraculously escapes. And like almost every other part of John Ashley's story though, they don't kill him. Yeah, he has kind of a sixth sense about these things. And while everybody was sleeping, John always seemed to have one eye open. Remember he- Sorry, it was right in front of me. It was right in front of me. Just the idea that we may be holding the shells that were used to kill somebody out here. Absolutely. People died out here. This was a life and death situation. This was one of the biggest battles in Palm Beach County history. One of the reasons John survived is that he was sleeping in a campsite away from the main whiskey still and the Ashley home. This site must be close by. And there's been a longstanding local rumor that another whiskey still was there as well. We head deeper into the swamp to search and Chessie almost immediately detects something. Hey guys, I got a good mark over here. Could just be a piece of metal. See if it'll come out. Is that it? Scrap iron or something? Yeah, that's what it looks like. Just a thin piece of scrap metal. Okay, well. That's a good sign. Soon, even more metal comes out of the ground. There's like a little nail in there. It's got that rounded kind of edge. This was attached to whatever the remainder of that is over there. Like edge of a crate, maybe? Something was here. I don't know if it tells us that we're at this campsite, but- It tells you that man at one point in time was in fact right here. That's a start, we'll take it. All right, let's keep looking. What might be the edge of a box handle is an intriguing sign. In fact, there are signs everywhere. Hey Josh. I got something for you. More scrap metal? Well, I don't think so. This looks like an old trap. Oh my word. They were otter hunters. Careful that thing's not still loaded. It is definitely a trap. Yeah! We can take it off. Son of a! Yeah, it's a trap. That is a trap. It's an old animal trap. And what's cool about it is it's still got the chain stuck to it. Right? I don't want to break it obviously, but the crazy thing is, look at that. You can still- You can still actually set this trap. All the pieces of it are here. All the things these guys are known for, the moon shining, the guns, the traps, the boots, like we're finding all of these things that are so closely associated with these guys too, right? That's the beauty in archeology is it allows us to tell their story from what they left behind. Hey guys, I think I got something cool over here. I think I found something crazy. What? It's ribbed on the side like a coin, but it's thicker than a coin. Thank you so much. Let's try that. What? Is that a coin? It's a silver dollar. It's actually, it's two silver dollars. Those are coins. Oh my God! It's two silver dollars stuck together. Are you kidding me? Ashley treasure. There you go. Right there. Look at that. These are two piece Liberty dollars minted between 1921 and 1928, which puts us right on the money for the Ashley gang. Hey, nice job. Thank you, sir. These discoveries are strong indicators that we may be close to the camp and long lost moonshine still where John Ashley was sleeping the night of the raid. Encouraged, we press our search into more unforgiving territory. Josh, this is getting thick back here. I mean, super overgrown. This is the old Florida. This is like prehistoric Florida. If you were a pioneer back in early Florida, this is what you had to survive. See any glass? I'm not seeing much. Me neither. Hey, Josh, check this out. This is what we've been looking for. Look at this. This is part of a still. This is the boiler tank for a still. Get out of here. That's insane. Right here in the woods, we found the boiler tank. Dude, that's unbelievable. Take a look at this. Is that blue paint? Yeah, well, no, it's a ceramic finish inside, which is important because in a moonshine still, you had to keep the mash perfectly clean. It couldn't mix with rust or anything else. Look, sitting right here. A bottle literally right in front of you. Right there. That's insane. This whole site, I think, is just littered with this stuff. This is now, I think, a significant place. This old still is a remarkable piece of American history. It's the very tool of the trade that the Ashley gang used to amass great wealth during the time of Prohibition. This place is like a gold mine. There's stuff everywhere. All right, everybody keep looking around. Everybody. You got it, Josh. This is insane. Believing we're now in the heart of John Ashley's camp, we immediately fan out around the still to see if anything else is here. Getting a lot thicker in here. Steve? Yeah. What the is this? Guys, come here. There's a huge hunk of metal here. Wow. What the hell is this? You're about to go down. Oh, I'm scared. To understand how Clyde Barrow and his gang managed to stay one step ahead of the law, former FBI agent Stuart Fillmore and I are putting the cars of the time to the test. He's in the lawman's standard Ford Model A, while I'm in Bonnie and Clyde's preferred V8 from 1934. Oh, she got power. Third gear. Come on, Stuart. Come on, baby. I'm giving it all she's got. Oh, it's over. It's over. Finish line. Come on, baby. Yes. It's hard to see you with all that dust on your face. I know. The V8 smokes the Model A. It absolutely does. Clyde's driving was legendary, with the gang covering hundreds of miles a night out of reach of the law. Okay, so cops are driving around in the Model A there. Yep. I can see why Clyde Barrow wanted to be in this V8. Oh, yeah. It's one of the secrets to their success. Big time. Yep. Back to the starting line? Let's go. All right, I'll be the guy far ahead of you. Now that we've learned how Bonnie and Clyde could run from the law, it's time to learn whether they left anything behind. We climb back into our modern car to find the rumored cave that Stuart thinks could be an undiscovered hideout. Clyde Barrow covered a lot of miles here in Texas, but his record wasn't spotless. On one occasion, he crashed, and Bonnie's leg was so badly burned by battery acid that for a time, Clyde had to carry her. Our own route takes us to the eastern part of the state, and after a few hours, we turn off onto dirt roads, which lead wherever this is. This is all the road we've got. Okay, into the woods. Here we go. Into the woods we go. We hike onto the property rumored to have once been a hideout for Bonnie and Clyde. As to the cave that's supposed to be here, well, we haven't seen it. It's a very, very deep drop there. Big cliff. Watch your footing here. Yeah. Okay. Got it? Yeah. We got water down here? Yeah, there's a creek. Looks like a spring creek, actually. Nice protected gully down here. Yeah, absolutely. What a hideout, huh? Totally. Okay, good place to start searching. Let's do it. This creek would have been a necessary water source for the Barrows if they hid in this area. We start scanning the creek bed with metal detectors in case they left any artifacts behind. I hear metal. Hey, Stuart. Yeah, Josh. Stuart, come here, look at this. What do you got? Thought I had a beer can, but I don't think so. See this? Oh, wow, Josh. What is that? This is old. Look at this. Look how it's seamed on the side. This is really old. This is not something you'd buy at the supermarket today. It's a food can, too. I don't know. Let's see what's written on it. Important. Stir well before using. So, maybe soup? Maybe oil? I mean, who knows? Hey, Josh, hold on. There's a hole right there. What is that? Is that what I think it is? Hold on. Is that a bullet hole? It sure looks like it. Look, there's the exit. Wow. That is a bullet hole. That is for sure a bullet hole. There's no doubt about it. I mean, look at that. Look at that. And you can see the exit on the back. Yep, exactly. Straight through. We know that Bonnie and Clyde practiced shooting. They did. We know that's documented, yes. So, this could be a little target practice. Absolutely could be. It's an intriguing find, and we waste no time scanning the rest of the creek bed for more evidence. Oh, Stuart! Oh, wow. Look at this! Josh, is that a cave? We got a cave! Woo! Yes! So, according to family stories, local legend, Bonnie and Clyde hid out right there. The locals called it the Bonnie and Clyde cave. Okay, let's get the lights. Come on. Okay, after you. Oh, wow. Oh, my word. It's huge! Josh, this is a huge chamber. What do you think? Is that 70, 80 feet up there? I mean, it's gigantic. What's that noise? Josh, I think those are bats. Those are definitely bats. Yep. Okay. Well, we got some circumstantial evidence outside. Absolutely. A little metal detecting in here. See what's what. Yeah, let's do it. Let's search the place. See if they left anything behind. Okay. Come on. Stuart and I branch out to explore the cave for signs of habitation. Stuart, I got an old, burned piece of wood here. So somebody was having a fire in here. Somebody was cooking in here, probably. Josh, does it look old? Very old. It's really brittle, dried out, and just burned to a crisp. Wow. Okay. That's exactly what we're looking for. What is that? You got something? Yeah, I don't know. Maybe. It might be junk. What is that? I don't know. Is that wood? It sure looks like wood. I don't know. It's very light. I don't think it is wood. At first I thought it was, because I thought it was burned. But the texture's wrong. It's like rubber. Oh, okay. You see that? Yeah. It's like a, it's a really brittle. Like an old rubber, yeah. Yeah. Oh, it's writing. Oh, there's a writing on it, too. B-G. B. B-F-G. B-F Goodrich. I can see it. Goodrich. Yep. B-F Goodrich. Yep. This is from a tire. This now vintage logo was common in Bonnie and Clyde's day. That's because Henry Ford selected B.F. Goodrich to supply tires for many of his vehicles. We're talking about a gang here synonymous with getaway cars. I mean, it's what made Clyde Barrow famous. Right. And here we have a piece of a classic American tire. Right, in a cave associated with Bonnie and Clyde. Crazy. We search the rest of the cave, but the tire is all that's in here, or so we think. Oh my gosh. Josh. What'd you find? Come here. Check this out. What? Do you see what I see? Right there. C-B. Holy, is that possible? Maybe Clyde Barrow. Okay. But it's also known that back in the 30s, they weren't always referred to as Bonnie and Clyde. They were sometimes referred to as the Barrow Gang or Clyde and Bonnie. I mean, could that really be their initials? It's definitely old. I mean, you can see how weathered this rock is, right? And you can see how weathered the letters are. Is there any way that we could actually demonstrate that it's theirs? You could do handwriting analysis. I mean, you know, we need to get some good pictures of this. This is carved into rock, which is a different process, obviously, than writing, but- You never know. Hey, it's worth a try. All right, let me get the camera. This area, with evidence of gunplay, remains of a period car tire. And now, telltale initials is a promising new pushpin for Stewart's Bonnie and Clyde map. And knowing Stewart as I do, I have no doubt that he'll be as dogged as the feds were in their day to find more of Bonnie and Clyde's story. All right, should we get out of here before the sun goes fully down? I think so. Unless you want to be a meal for the bats. We're leaving. Come on. Look! Oh! That's a horseshoe! That is a horseshoe. And I got a hand. That is a handprint! Deep in the wilds of Indiana, I'm searching for a remote cave that was reportedly used as a hideout for the legendary train-robbing Reno gang. And these markings may have just sealed the deal. No way! Troy, this is real! This is actually here. These are initials. That is an S for sure. Could be Simeon. Oh, yes. Right? Simeon Reno, member of the Reno gang. And that's an M or a W. That could be a W. W could be William. William Reno. Another brother. That's his son. Look at that circle in the middle and rays coming out of it. It's a perfect representation. This is actually here. I don't want to sound rude, but I assume this legend was... Yeah, well... This story of these carvings outside of this cave, that part of it is true. This is real. I love it when a legend comes to life. Amen. Wow. Come on! I'm chomping at the bit to get in the cave now. Let's go find the gold and silver. Let's do it. There can be no doubt that this is the cave referred to in the Reno legend. Now we head inside to find the money rumored to be buried in glass jars. Okay, Troy, let's see what's in this cave. Look at this place! Wow. Talking about the Reno gang being able to bring horses in here, you can bring a school bus in here. Oh, easily. What a great place to hide out. It is so incredible to think that those symbols outside put us in this legend, in this story. You can just imagine the Reno gang coming through here. Let's start looking around, see what we see. Oh, Troy. What's that? Look at how far back this goes. Are you kidding me? What? That's like a whole river channel. How deep is that? There's one way to find out. Oh, that's deep. That's up to my knees. Underneath my feet, it just feels like bedrock. This is endless. It just goes and goes. This is some goony here. And thanks to the rain outside, it's getting wetter in here by the second. This is crazy. But we may be walking in the soggy footsteps of the Reno gang. This water is still carving out, making this tunnel deeper. Totally. Hopefully with that rain out there, this doesn't flash flood. Okay, so water channel keeps going this way. We got dry land up here. I'm gonna search up here. You look down here, yeah? Sounds good. I'm gonna actually start in this gravel and I'll look out. Sounds good. It's so weird back here. We've got these channels that have been cut by the water, but then you get these high shelves. They're all caked in mud. It's like something's burned up here. Oh, Troy. What? Come here, look at this. Be right there. Hey, look at this. What do you got up here? Oh my gosh. That's a lamp. Yeah? That's an old oil lamp. Oh, down there, there's more of it. There's more. Look at that. That's where the wick came out, right there. Glass is missing. This is what cradles that glass, right? Yes. And then that's the burner top, yeah? Yep. That's all burned and rusted. And then that's part of the body down there, right? Oh, that's a long stretch. There's the body. Look at that. That's amazing. This is old. What was somebody doing back here with this? We are not the first ones in this cave. That's a cool piece of history right there. Nice. That's amazing. All right, let's photograph this, keep moving. The lamp appears to be 19th or early 20th century. Clear evidence that people were here long ago. To see if those people were, to pick one profession at random, train robbers, we continue deeper into the cave. Getting narrower back here. You okay, Troy? Yep. I can hardly fit back here. Oh, I think we might be end of the line here. Oh. Yeah, that water's seeping in from somewhere over here, but it's pretty much, that's it. End of the line, but I think not the end of the story. Definitely not. I mean, look, the legend says they buried treasure near the entrance of the cave, right? That's right. And we've gone way past that. We're way into this cave system. Yeah, anything that was back here would have been washed out by now. I think we gotta focus our efforts back toward that entrance. Sounds good. Let's do it, come on. We turn around and start back toward the opening, but the rain falling above is now making its way underground. Oh, look at this raging water. This water's deeper. I think the water level's coming up in this cave. Okay, we gotta get the hell out of here, come on. This is way deeper than earlier. I think we're getting close now. Yeah, we're almost there. Here we go. It showers up in here. Oh, good. Like everything else in the cave, we've been washed back out to the entrance, where we eagerly return to metal detecting for the Reno's treasure. Let's look around on these slopes next to the cave. This area looks pretty undisturbed. I think it'd be a lot easier to bury something here in the dirt than it would down in the gravels of the cave. And less chance of it getting swept away. Good point. Yeah, let's look around. So we move up to the bank of the creek to see if we can make a valuable withdrawal. There's something here, for sure. Josh, I've got a screaming head over here. Yeah, I got something here too. It's down about eight inches. Josh, I've got a mason jar lid over here. You do? Does it look old? Oh, definitely. It's still got the porcelain liner in it. I mean, that's exactly what we're looking for. That's part of this story, right? They're burying stuff in fruit jars, mason jars? That's right. This very well could have held some coins. Well, look around there for sure. I got something here. I don't know what it is. It's right there. We know that the Reno gang buried gold double eagle coins in fruit jars. This could be a sign that we're on top of another cache. We may be inches from treasure. That's deep enough down. That could be something old. Holy, Troy. Troy. Yeah. Come here. Oh, okay. Oh, I got something. I thought this was a spoon, but it's not. Look at this. I think that's a musket ball mold. It's deep enough for a small caliber. Look, you can see this. You can clearly see where it was hinged. This was hinged, and this is hollow. That is right in the time period. That's like Civil War air. Not everybody carried those with them. Sitting around a campfire, nothing to do, so you're making some extra bullets. Muskets weren't fully replaced by revolvers until the late 19th century, and the Reno gang would certainly have had some in their arsenal. Find of the day right there. Nicely done. That's incredible. And that jar lid you got's right over there? Correct, just right there. I feel like maybe we're in a good spot. Yeah, big time. The evidence of habitation is piling up quickly out here, but it's now time, as a wise man once said, to show me the money. Troy, I'm still getting a signal down here. In the same hole? Yeah, right near it. What have you got? I don't know, man. So here, I'll turn this off. I get a hit on the right side here. Do you get that? I think there's one right there. Boy, that feels like there's something there. Let's see that shovel. Try digging right there. Okay, I'm gonna take out a big piece. See if that gets us anywhere. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. You see this? Little silver circle. Is that a coin? Get the hell out of here. Is that a coin? Oh my gosh, it is. That is a coin. That's silver. That's silver, right there. Look at that shine. The target that was trying to get away from us. Are you kidding me? There's somebody on it. That's a seeded dime. What is a seeded dime? Mid-1800s. Get out of here. Early to mid-1800s. Hit it one more time. There should be a date right underneath of that seeded woman. I know this sounds crazy, but I swear to you it says 1840 something. 41, 43? Josh, you nailed it. Oh, coin. Are you kidding me? Named for the seeded image of liberty on its face, a seeded dime from the Reno era is a huge deal. It's potentially valuable from a collectible standpoint, but more importantly, it puts a firm date on when people were using this area. Dude, this is literally buried silver. You know, the legend said they buried silver and gold near the mouth of the cave. You found silver near the mouth of the cave. I'm literally speechless. And this was right next to that bullet mold handle. That's right. I mean, a foot away. That's a great coin any day of the year. Wow. This is gorgeous. It's beautiful. Buried treasure? Check. With silver in our pockets, we continue to scour the forest until the sun sets, and with it, our investigation of the Reno gang.