D. B. Cooper

 

From FBI.org

It was Thanksgiving morning 1971, and my family was taking a brief vacation near the Lewis River in southwest Washington state. We had a cabin and dad and I were going fishing before mom fixed us a Thanksgiving day dinner. As we drove down a dirt road surrounded by tree's, a thin man with short black hair walked out of a clearing. he was limping and bleeding from scratches on his face.

In the 1970's every young person hitch hiked and I didn't think anything of it when dad pulled over to see if he was alright. When he got close to the car I realized he had a suit on, but it was dirty and torn.

Dad introduced me as Jim, and himself as Bob and the young man said his name was Dan. He was carrying a backpack that he had in his arms, and it was wet and dirty. Dad said we were going fishing, and asked him if we could drop him any where. The man thanked us and said no, and told us to have a good holiday?

When we got back to the cabin, mom told dad and I how a man had hi-jacked a plane and stole $200,000 dollars and parachuted out over Washington somewhere. He called himself D.B. Cooper. Dad looked at me with a smile and never said anything to mom.

This is the first time I have told anyone this story. It has been over forty years now and nobody would ever believe this if I told them. Now I am fifty-two years old and do not care if they believe me or not.