On the day before Thanksgiving in 1971, a man calling himself Dan Cooper bought a one-way ticket from Portland to Seattle, ordered a bourbon and soda once the plane was in the air, and then passed the flight attendant a note claiming he had a bomb in his briefcase. He demanded two hundred thousand dollars and four parachutes, and once the plane landed in Seattle, the airline paid it and let the other passengers go.
Then Cooper had the pilots take off again, told them to fly toward Mexico at a low altitude with the cabin unpressurized, and somewhere over the dense forest of southwest Washington, he lowered the rear stairs of the 727 and jumped into the night with the cash strapped to his body. Nobody has ever confirmed what happened to him next.
For nine years the case went cold, until February 1980, when a boy named Brian Ingram was digging along a bank of the Columbia River and turned up three decaying bundles of twenty-dollar bills, five thousand eight hundred dollars in all, with serial numbers that matched the ransom exactly. It remains the only piece of physical evidence ever recovered. The FBI carried the case as an active investigation for forty five years before finally suspending it in 2016.
Could it be that a man with no known parachute training really survived a night jump into freezing forest with two hundred thousand dollars strapped to his chest.
Vanished into the wilderness, or walked away and never told a soul?





