2018 D-Rex & D-Ng Medallion Hunt

Summer's history? Wait, Fall is here.
The end of another renewal!
Knowledge, grit, luck and sweat,
will you undertake this quest to obtain the jewel?
You'll need a jacket and walking shoes
to find the round, its clear.
Limits to search -- we dare to cite,
would be proper, and for the best.
Are you ready to beat the odds?
The STATs don't lie, it would appear.
Relax, this little shout out was merely done in jest!

Public land our treasure waits,
On Private, please show some restraint.
These are simple rules to follow
(the last thing we need are complaints)
We ask you, please.. be a Saint!

If walking about isn't your thing, there's options, just use your melon,
Tired of trying to get it to crank, most likely it's a lemon?
Gone are the days of horse and buggy, hitching is surely a crime.
Scootin' around can be much easier, how about considering a lime?

The Captain of the field, shouts, "Omaha, 42, 37", and runs it himself,
SKOL! as we crack open a cold one, toasting the living for 'good health'.
Rejoice as the Vikings take the Jets out 'to the woodshed',
Remember to spill a little on the ground and remember those that are dead.

Jack and Jill came from the hill, to fetch a couple o' lagers,
Being quite loud and drawing a crowd, including a couple a' robbers.
They ducked into the lantern and Jack thought he avoided a scene,
Poor Jack didn't know that Jill was a moll, and all she could see was green.

From a Knight's challenge, the public answered an open call,
Rewarded with monies to glimpse into the future.
Not a drop was wasted, nothing overlooked at all.
The area in question, may appear as a buffer, but more so a suture.

Our treasure we hid, disguised to confound, From East to West, as well as Up and Down.
You'll get my point, like Oblio and Arrow, Stay on the straight and narrow.
This place is as easy as 1-2-3, It's not that hard of a case.
I know, I know... you've heard this before, It's between a rock and a hard place.

Are you down and out, ready to cry uncle?
Catch your wind, ride the ropes, this one could go 10 rounds.
Even the best pairs eventually split, like Simon and Garfunkel,
Span the horizon, get creative, ascend from the flats to higher grounds.

Can a frame of a house hold a bell, but no walls?
Alongside it, a love letter from Mark to St. Paul.
Shaped like a boat, and a rock for an anchor,
He'd like to put an end to all wars, and sits near the first banker.