Dear people of the Earth:
On Nov. 24th, 1971, I hijacked flight 305, collected a 200,000 dollar ransom, and parachuted into the stormy Pacific Northwest night. You know me as D.B. Cooper. I purchased the ticket under the name of Dan Cooper. A newsman sent it out wrong to the press, and his typo—D.B.—stuck. Not that it matters.
I covet my mysterious fame in the history of American crime. It is all I have. For thirty-six years now, I have gone about my simple Florida life without a hitch.
But now I am sick. About time, I say——a man of my age is really just waiting around for the grim reaper anyway. I will be dead before the close of this year. Cigarettes and bourbon have finally come to collect a lifelong tab. A man on his deathbed has a pull—as surely as a paperclip to a magnet—to tell the whole truth. Or to write it, at least. So now I relate what really happened to D.B. Cooper after he jumped from flight 305 on that night long ago.
I was a paratrooper. Yes—I was very skilled at it. After my military career, I worked for the U.S. Postal Service and lived a quiet, family life in the Seattle area. Things were all ho-hum until my daughter, C——, was killed in a car accident. She was only sixteen. My marriage had been strained before we lost C——, but after that, there was nothing to hold onto. We split. The years of monotony in both my job and personal life kind of pushed down on me all at once. I felt as if someone had placed a giant stone on me that was just heavy enough to keep me there, but not enough to finish me off. And then, four years after I lost C——, my ex-wife died from lung cancer. We were both heavy smokers. I stayed with her at the hospital. I saw the end. Well, I thought—time for something big. I was fifty-three years old and all alone again, living in a small apartment. I cashed out my USPS pension early—took the hit… a great loss of money. But I was done. I didn’t care anymore. The thought of another day of work was unbearable. Still, I knew I would run out of money at the end of four years; I’d done the calculations. And then, on a boring Wednesday afternoon at the public library, I found a book about the great train robbery, and I thought: why not me?… but from a plane instead…
I worked out every detail of my plan, right down to the black hair dye. The more I thought about my future crime, the less I thought about C——: and that was just enough to keep me occupied. With no distraction, I would have been sucked into the void. I was calm and focused in the weeks leading up to the 24th. I might survive the jump, I told myself—and if not, I would get what I’d thought about in my worse-off moments anyway. A win-win, as they say.
What was most important to me was that no one else be hurt. I would allow the passengers to exit the plane when my demands were met. The night before Thanksgiving Day seemed perfect——I had no one to spend it with. Plus, I reasoned, my ransom would more likely be met. No one wants a ruined holiday. Nervous and exhilarated, I boarded the flight that would turn me into a famous ghost.
I passed the stewardess a note. She thought I was coming on to her, so I had to grab her wrist and whisper in her ear that I had a bomb. Later on I showed it to her. It looked real enough—I made sure of that—but it was a dud. All smoke and mirrors. We landed and refueled, and the parachutes and $200,000 dollars were brought to the plane. The passengers exited; thrilled, I’m sure, to be alive after such a close brush with a harmless bomb and a desperate, depressed middle-aged man. I knew then that I really had to go through with it. One can’t very well say “just kidding” after such a grandiose introduction. I told the pilots to fly towards Mexico, and to keep the plane under 10,000 feet—and under 200 miles per hour. When I lowered the back stairs the wind was wet, furious, and cold. I thought of C—— again, and hoped that I would get to meet her in the afterlife.
The particulars of my freefall, chute deployment, and reasonably safe landing in Lake Merwin, are not all that important. I survived. The worst part was the near drowning as I tread through the cold water, tangled in the lines. Once I was free from the cords and rapidly sinking parachute, I swam with the duffel of money to the shore of the lake, where I lay for quite some time—perhaps an hour. I buried my suit in the woods, and changed into tattered jeans and a flannel shirt I’d brought along. I then made my way through the forest, and spent several days at it, until I reached the town of Aerial (many amateur sleuths theorize—correctly—that I landed near Aerial, and the town hosts an annual D.B. Cooper Day, complete with a look-alike contest. I actually attended in 1987, but didn’t win.) I stayed dirty and ragged, and played the part of a wandering homeless man. I walked and walked. And then, at some point near Portland, I caught a ride on a passing train. Five days after my sky-dive, I was safely home. I made sure to shave and clean up at a cheap motel just outside of my hometown.
And then I moved to Florida.
People here know me as a retired factory worker from Lansing, Michigan. A guy who invested well. A guy whose wife died just before they retired. A guy who never had any kids… and that’s the only part that ever bothered me—not being able to talk about C——. To pretend like she never happened. But I guess that must have helped me sometimes too. When you invent a new life story, even you start to believe it after enough time passes.
Why I should make it to 89 when little C—— never got to taste her 20s should be proof enough to anyone that life is not fair. There’s no one here right now, though a few people—somewhere between friends and acquaintances—have dropped by. There’s a geranium in a pot here beside my bed.
C——, I’ll be there soon. Hope things are easier over there.
D.B.
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great piece.
really enjoy the tone of it. it definitely has it’s own savory taste to it.
Nice story!
I hope it’s true, who knows?
fake
No! Is real. D.B.’s autobiography is coming out next spring on Poison Arrow Press.
Of course its fake…it says, “BY JOHN PRINDLE” underneat it. Usually, you see, ‘by’ signifies the author. Which is not the same as D.B. Cooper. Hence the ultimate leap in deductive logic - this is a fictional piece that was *gasp* not meant to be taken for truth!
At the begining i think he says the name DB Cooper was a fake (or sugests it). John Prindle might be his real name. Though it seems more likely its rather neat peice of iction. either way an enjoyable read.
D.B. Cooeper was a fake name, this sounds like the real deal. Wow, amazing to see how the whole process goes down.
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/340794_cooper23.html - the basic facts are correct, but obviously, the story here can’t be confirmed/denied.
I think after he died, someone spilled the beans. A quick search on The Google turned this up:
http://www.usnews.com/usnews/news/articles/030512/12spotlight.htm
A powerful piece, this is my favorite line:
“Nervous and exhilarated, I boarded the flight that would turn me into a famous ghost.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._B._Cooper
Mr. Butler,
your attempt to puff up your intellectual chest (insert grunting noises here) while at the same time making yourself look completely ignorant of the article is amazing.
your ‘ultimate leap in deductive logic’ seemed to fail within the first paragraph.
“You know me as D.B. Cooper. I purchased the ticket under the name of Dan Cooper. A newsman sent it out wrong to the press, and his typo—D.B.—stuck.”
the article leaves out definitives. let’s see, hijacking a plane, perhaps under a pseudonym? could that pseudonym be Dan Cooper?
perhaps before making your astounding leaps in deductive logic you should input some data first. no matter what you think, everyone else is not an idiot.
oh, and thanks for the explanation of what the word ‘by’ means in this context. i was confused.
nice piece of writing
I saw a discovery channel piece where some kid found a bundle of money in a creek in Washington State somewhere that was confirmed to be from the ransom money paid to Cooper (traced by serial numbers)..
So why doesn’t this guy mention that he dropped some of the money if he is really DB Cooper?
really cool story. and really sounds quite believable. if it is fake , great writing! but i have to say the loss of a child makes a lot of sense. a lonely father without his daughter. that fits the profile for doing something so crazy.
FAKE the real db lived in portland
So fake. What dying 89 year old knows how to work the web?
Excellent story. Enjoyed it.
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This is what we like to call bullshit in my part of the world.
Loved this.
http://www.usnews.com/usnews/doubleissue/mysteries/cooper.htm
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I used to be a homeless rodeo clown but now I am a world class magician !
This story is fiction.
I’m D. B. Cooper
Fake: http://tencartrain.com/?cat=3 Or a very active 89 year old writer.
Loved it! Great piece. Give us some more.
Everyone knows DB Cooper died on PrisonBreak…gosh!!!
I dont know May Be True may be Not !!!
But the story really is impressive one ….
Who knows The Real D.B may have written it…
Some people who khow him or his neighbours can
or comment if it is valid???
I will think of it as true.
Good.
That clears up that mystery.
Now I want the other guy who shot JFK to tell us who was behind it.
I’m still living happily off the money my father left me. And I appreciate all the interest in my father’s letter… even though what he did was wrong.
For undisclosed reasons, obviously, my father put his grand plan into play, and in his honor, I continue to stay anonymous and “beyond the grave”. However, I’m proud to see my son Michael living quite a successful life.
P.S. Michael, tell your friend in Florida that I left my toothbrush at his place.
Something not one of the liars has said so far, ” she sat beside me, I could smell her cologne, Chanel #5, she was so young, nervous and that dimple in her left cheek when she pursed her lips. I let her go and made the other stay because I remembered another girl, long ago, who also wore Chanel #5.
I was’nt 40, I was wearing makeup. I saw the stewardess look back as I was tying the rope to my waist. I stepped out looped the rope from the aft stairwell, propelled my body into the landing gear box, (the swing was the bump the pilot felt), pulled the rope free, then waited in the freezing cold for the plane to land in Reno. I jumped off, caught a passing luggage transport, went into the airport bathroom, cleaned the makeup off my face, changed clothes then had a drink at the bar, and returned home. Later I had the Serial numbers altered on the $20s I kept, but not on all, I paid my accomplice $10,000, he looked amazingly like the man drawn by sketch artist known as DB Cooper. I had planned for him to be caught spending the money, be identified as me, and spend the rest of his life trying to convince the Funny Bunch of Imbeciles that he was not DB Cooper, however the idiot went out and got himself killed on a date with another mans wife. Oh well, it was ALMOST a foolproof plan.
i think all of yalls was funny but C— was a fake because how could she have posted if in the letter it said C—was dead
Awesome!
It has been almost four decades since my jump. I find your story very humorous, but the truth is my life was never that dramatic. I never married or had any children. One thing that has been presumed by the masses is true. I was at one point in my life a paratrooper. However, I was not in my 40’s at the time of the jump my time in the military was during Vietnam where I received the purple heart and even spent some time as a POW (thanks Bob, I never would have made it home w/out you. My biggest regret is that I didn’t look you up to share my take before you passed. not that you would have spent a dime you self righteous prick) I was only 29 when I jumped but Tina and Flo thought I was older because I not only look the part but I can command respect with my voice. I’m not sure why I bother confessing my sin, I have done so many times but no one seems to beleive me. And I was not a “desperate man” with nothing to live for. I just couldn’t find work after comming home from the war with shrapnel in my backside. You girls never did see me stand up, that was intentional. I didn’t need you passing on my painful “situation” to the cops. Anyway, I just thought I would share that I am not a ghost, and I’m glad that kid got himself a cut. Which I didn’t drop so much as the bag ripped on a limb upon decent. But that just goes to show you. You can’t trust the goverment.
hey, im not here to claim im Dan Cooper unlike the rest but just to inform you that none of these frauds are the real Danny. i know him, i met him camping at Clinton lake in Kansas.. he doesn’t know how to work a computer and has never written a thing about what he did. He has been living in lake side homes since the jump. He had people waiting for him when he landed they made it back no problem but hes never spent a dime of the money it was stolen from him 2 weeks later in Utah by his “friends” at gun point.
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if he lived on the money,why was it never found in circulation,good story,also,if he smoked and drank,he pro died at about 70,unless he died that nite
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Wow, interesting read but obvioulsy to vague. Every detail he mentioned was released and the story of of daughter made up. Line that gave it away to me was “Cigarettes and bourbon have finally come to collect a lifelong tab” Come on now. Just because he drank a burbon and smoke a cig on the plane. Theres no proof he was a heavy drinker or smoke, he was most likely calming his nervous. I really did enjoy the part were he said he went to the fesitvle and lost the look a like contest. Ive been wondering if he ever did myself. After 25 years the FBI should have granted him immunity and let him tell his story, solved it right then. You people acting like your him.. c’mon now there is no way that man would stay silent for 30 some years and come on this website and claim hes him. Your a joke grow up
It is obvious that Richard Floyd McCoy Jr was the real
D.B. Cooper. Even the evidence he left behind links him
to the crime. The evidence always tells the truth, even when people lie.
First of all I am only 23 yrs old, but with the little evidence and information they gave on D.B. Cooper (or Dan Cooper, which actually stands for Daniel Cooper) I put together a map that makes more sense now than it probably did then. Look on November 24, 1971, this man boards a boeing 727, knowing full well that these planes were used in the vietnam war to drop cargo. Daniel Cooper who was airborne and served in the vietnam war, knew about the boeing 727 and all its details. First off only those with prior exprience with military chutes know how to operator them. Second he was in vietnam and you think harsh winters and cold rains and winds will stop an airborne soldier from jumping out of an airplane, especially at night. It is done all the time on Fort Bragg, North Carolina. It surely helps him out with knowing flight direction and terrians as well. So Cooper jumped from a boeing 727 over Ariel, Washington; but with 200 mph winds it would set him off course to Amboy, Washington (which was only 10 to 20 miles away) yet a free fall jump from a plane 10,000 ft in the air (that’s crap they do that in airborne school everyday and even in the 60’s and 70’s they did it too). So Cooper jumps from the plane and it’s obvious he lost 5,800.00 dollars of his money while he was going at the ground 20.5 ft. per second (which is actually 20 mph, for those of you trying your damnest to figure the calculations out) which would have caused cooper to lose that 5,800.00 dollars and the money would have landed directly in the Lewis River, causing it to float down stream. This river is nothing more than clay as well as sluggish going to the columbia river, so it would take it awhile to get to where it was going. So back to the landing part. Cooper is going at the ground 20.5 ft. per second, which makes is overall speed 20 mph, with wind speeds at 200 mph, instead of landing where he was orginally supposed to he landed 10 to 20 mile east in Amboy, Washington; where they found his parachute on March 24, 2008 of this year. With Cooper’s knowledge and brains he would have walked south to I-5 and hopped a ride back to going South, or your mystery could be that Cooper is living comfortably right where he landed. Where do you think a man of this intelligence ended up? (cause Cooper surely isn’t dead….trust me a man who has lived 37 years without being caught… will surely tell us where he is right before he dies and to prove it he will call the FBI so that they can take DNA and Figure prints just so Cooper can prove who he is, then he’ll die from old age or smoking or liver diease: but not in a prison cell or by the hands of someone eles)D.S.Reynolds>>danielle.reynolds5@gmail.com>>>
First of all I am only 23 yrs old, but with the little evidence and information they gave on D.B. Cooper (or Dan Cooper, which actually stands for Daniel Cooper) I put together a map that makes more sense now than it probably did then. Look on November 24, 1971, this man boards a boeing 727, knowing full well that these planes were used in the vietnam war to drop cargo. Daniel Cooper who was airborne and served in the vietnam war, knew about the boeing 727 and all its details. First off only those with prior exprience with military chutes know how to operator them. Second he was in vietnam and you think harsh winters and cold rains and winds will stop an airborne soldier from jumping out of an airplane, especially at night. It is done all the time on Fort Bragg, North Carolina. It surely helps him out with knowing flight direction and terrians as well. So Cooper jumped from a boeing 727 over Ariel, Washington; but with 200 mph winds it would set him off course to Amboy, Washington (which was only 10 to 20 miles away) yet a free fall jump from a plane 10,000 ft in the air (that’s crap they do that in airborne school everyday and even in the 60’s and 70’s they did it too). So Cooper jumps from the plane and it’s obvious he lost 5,800.00 dollars of his money while he was going at the ground 20.5 ft. per second (which is actually 20 mph, for those of you trying your damnest to figure the calculations out) which would have caused cooper to lose that 5,800.00 dollars and the money would have landed directly in the Lewis River, causing it to float down stream. This river is nothing more than clay as well as sluggish going to the columbia river, so it would take it awhile to get to where it was going. So back to the landing part. Cooper is going at the ground 20.5 ft. per second, which makes is overall speed 20 mph, with wind speeds at 200 mph, instead of landing where he was orginally supposed to he landed 10 to 20 mile east in Amboy, Washington; where they found his parachute on March 24, 2008 of this year. With Cooper’s knowledge and brains he would have walked south to I-5 and hopped a ride back to going South, or your mystery could be that Cooper is living comfortably right where he landed. Where do you think a man of this intelligence ended up? D.B. Cooper is alive an well and when he comes forward he’ll give up DNA to prove it unlike you other idots who claim to be the famous D.B. COOPER ……
one more thing if you people claiming to be D.B. Cooper are really Daniel B. Cooper, then what does the B in your middle name stand for?
Daniel B_________ Cooper ?????????
Lets hear it!!!!!!!
that is completley fake but if u guys know any good sites about cooper let me know im doing a paper about him for english.
my email is psplaya2007@yahoo.com
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i am not the famous D.B. Cooper nor am i claiming to be a relative of his.My honest opinion is what he did was vital towards airport security as we know it today.I honestly believe that he survived the jum as stated eariler it wasn’t that impossible of a jump and simular jumps were made in vietnam war under simular conditions. As for what happened to the money, it is very believable that the bag was torn open and some of the money was dispersed . As for the rest of it and why it has never shown up in circulation here goes my guess: Dan was an experienced survivalist i am thinking that he may of burnt the money along with the parachute inorder to stay warm, because he was an experienced survivalist he knew how to cover his trail . This is only my opinion. So Dan if by some chance you come across this web page and you read my post i want to say thank you. Maybe your intentions were for different reasons but the final outcome has made it that extra precautions were now being carried out to make us feel even a slight bit safer while flying.
This piece is very thought provoking.They don’t make men like D.B Cooper these days.I know i couldn’t possibly jump from a plane traveling 200mph w/o a suit,boots in 7 below zero weather in the rain.This man had nothing to protect him from the elements.Then to land in a lake after he was half frozen during that 10,000 ft.jump.Then when he reached shore to lay there for almost a hr.in wet clothes.How this super criminal managed function while any other man would have died to hyper thermia is absolutely amazing.Then he managed to walk and walk all night while still half wet.Also the fact that he knew exactly when to pull the rip cord while he was shivering to the point of suffocation was also remarkable.
Richard McCoy jumped from the aft.stairs of a plane 5 months later.But he had the good sense to wear a jump suit and boots.Also the weather was much milder.Cooper if he had any brains would have brought along a jump suit,boots and would have changed into them before jumping.At least he had the good sense to remove his tie before jumping.McCoy did it right,thats why he lived.Cooper probably died from hyper thermia.Not only did Cooper not wear a flight suit but he drank alcohol which only thinned his blood and made him more suspectable to hyper thermia.Also chain smoking before the jump didn’t help as his beathing would be labored enough do to uncontrollable shivering.
Also Richard McCoy was not Cooper.I don’t believe McCoy used foul language.Also McCoy was balding,Cooper was not going bald.Also there was probably at least 50 people who got a real good look at Cooper.In fact his appearance and voice was burned into their memory.After McCoy was arrested did any of the witnesses from the Cooper high jacking identify McCoy as the person who high jacked their plane just 5 months earlier?
But this was a very interesting read and very entertaining.But i believe he died soon after jumping.
Thanx,Scott
Just a few facts, firsst if you read about the facts in the case, one major point comes to mind, db demanded 4 chutes, which 2 of was left on the plane, and one was used to tie the money up, the chute that d b used was sewed shut and could not be opened, it was a class room demo only, fact 2 if you got 200 thousand dollors would you toss it or spend it ?, my guess is that D B jumped out not knowing he was dead, (cuss his chute was fake) with a intact chute and bag ( 50 to 75 pounds) straped to his back he splashed in the lake near there, which would be like hitting a cement wall, then the weight on his back took him to the bottom to decay with the fish, the money may as well done the same, money is made to last better then most paper and cloth, so it might have floated away once the bag got bad enough to allow it to do so, also its possible that a fisherman cought it and open a rip in it to allow a bundle to come lose and then float down river where it was dredged up and buried until a kid found it, if theres any of that money left its most likely still at the bottom of a lake and will be distroyed before much more can ever be found, But theres always the possibility that theres more along the river buried a few inches below the soil, sence the river in that area was dredged, in any case the facts remaind D B Copper jumped with a Chute that was sewed closed, there for never had a chance to spend a dime of it.these are facts that remaind on record with the FBI, if I was rich i would explore the Bottoms of the lakes in that area, to collect his Bones, Theyed be worth a small fortune on E-Bay lol. sweet dreams all the king is dead.
Ok I had to come clear up anther thing, I’m sure some will say if they know for a fact that Db had a bad chute when he jumped why they keep the case open, Thats a simple question to answer, the Fbi can’t close any case with out 100 % proof of where he is, since the body, parachute, money etc has never been fully recoverd they can’t close it, they just keep chasing clues, some say D Bs chute was recovered (not true) A Chute was found near the area, But it was made of Nylon, the one Db would have had was made of silk, and since only 5800 out of the 200,000 is all thats ever been found they by law are required to continue there efforts, the only other possible thing would have been if a farmer or hiker found the money and put it in a safe for there kids to injoy someday, but my guess is the FBI still checks numbers on all Bills before they burn them, so thats unlikely unless the money is still hiding in some old barn waiting to be found my some guys great grand kids.
which reminds me My dad (my he rip ) was out of town that year and sort of fits the profile, he even had a old chute folded away in his closet, and was always very quit as to where he went, he smoked and drank and also was in the paratroops in the late 60s, and funny thing is he used to use a alias of cooper when he didn’t want any one to know where his money came from? maybe My dad is the famed DB Cooper. NOT but what the hay I can dream right. RIP D B Cooper
Bill,
everything I read about the case indicates that Cooper’s demands were met honestly, and that the four parachutes were functional. They were picked up from a local sky-diving instructor.
The FBI was worried about the request for four chutes. They thought that D.B. might force some of the crew to jump with him. So they would NEVER have given him any dud parachutes.
weel in doing some reading on the net I found at least two stories that stated the chute he used was a classroom demo chute there fore it was sewed closed and not useable, it was just something I read which I thought would tell a lot, cuss if he jumped and never opened the chute the weight of it would have taken him to the bottom of a lake, and since the impact would have killed him, there would have been no way for him to remove it, hince his bones are on the bottom of the lake near there. In My Opinion of course.
Bill,
you’re right about the mock chute… some articles I just looked at do say that Cooper was accidentally given one mock parachute… but he did jump with at least one functional chute.
I don’t know how, the note said he was given 4 chutes 2 was left on the plane one was cut up and used to hold the money, that leaves one sewed chute never found?, but like I said its just My opinion.
It’s always been speculation that he used a chute to stash the cash… he could have had a bag of some kind with him… plus, he could have cut open the chute that was sewn shut, and stashed the cash in there.
True but they said one of the small packs had been cut up as if to tie the money to it, the pack was still on the plane but the chute was gone, being cut at the cords a person could not use it, so if he didn’t tis the money to it why do it at all, also why even after all these years only 5800. of the money has ever shown up at that was found in 2 inches of dirt along the area he was said to have jumped, If I was to steal that type of money I would find a way to cash it in, as in maybe use a few hundred a year while on vactions, so it can’t be traced to my home town, yet there has never been a cent spent in the open market. it reaaly doesn’t matter that much to be other then its fun to guess, cuss only DB Cooper knows the truth.
Just to clear up a few misconceptions. 2 chutes were left on the plane. One main and one reserve. The reserve was popped open and had the strings cut. Dan Cooper (a fake name) jumped with the remaining 2 chutes. The main chute was packed to professional standards and fully functional. The reserve chute was a dummy training chute.
omg!!! i hav a report on this so called fake name guy D.B.Cooper and i hav 2 no if he is dead or alive i hav ben 2 like 20 diffrent sites and like 12 of the sites say he is dead but this 1 and the others say he is alive wich 1 is he i cant put both!!! help me ppls!!
Hey Lilly:
odds are he’s dead. But no one really knows… that’s what makes it such an enduring mystery.
thnx dan!!
Catch me if you can.
Listened to Coast 2 Coast Saturday. I bet DB’s sons have surfaced. Cant wait to hear more.
I do hope that DB Cooper did survive and spent his money well. The money was repayed by insurance companies, so they were the only people that lost in all of this - the perfect crime! Whatever happened, the missing money is weird, and the fact that he dropped so much in a small space. Cooper - you are a hero
This guy was not the real DB Cooper. My first cousin, Pratt William Gossett pulled off the heist. He confessed this to his sons on his death bed. He also told his sister who didn’t believe him because he had always lead such a “colorful” life.
At one point in his life he changed his name to Wolfgang Gossett.
First of all Not one cent was ever spent, (marked Bills) since NoOne actully knows who he was, there will never be proof of any kids or woman in his life, and Yes it was covered by a Insurance Insurance Company, WHICH IS WHY WE ALL PAY MORE TO INSURE ARE PROPERTY, every time some one steals the bill gets passed on, and always ends with The public paying more,don’t get me wrong the man has become a vary interesting person, But He’s still a crook and deserves jail time for what he did, he was nothing more then a theif with Big testys.
You know what I was just thinking about the dwell chutes theroy, Known fact was the weather and time he jumped, it was storming out and it was Night time, now if he weighed more then the money and had a differant size chute, one of them would have drifted slower then the other, which could have had the two chutes landing miles apart, this could explain why none of the money was spent, anyhow I also noted that no one actully seen him jump out, all any one seen was the warning light when the cargo door opened, so what if it was a inside job and he actully had help, say toss out two chutes then crawl into a cargo box prechecked in then what til he gets shiped home lol, but that brings us back to where did the money actully go. ???
Cuss Thats anther confrimed fact, (not one of the Marked Bills have ever been found, other then the ones along the river recently.
and the Mystery Continues.
f*** u it is so true
Watch for Galen Cook’s book and see. He has some of Wolfgang Gossett’s personal belongings that prove otherwise.
I heard about Gossett on Coast to Coast… it’s interesting, but just because he liked to talk about DB doesn’t mean he was really him…. even if he did “confess” to his friend. There are people all the time who confess to murders that they clearly didn’t commit…. it’s common to want to be the perp of a famous crime.
I like turtles.
ok first of all DB cooper was born in 1924 in Ohio and I don’t think he’s dead but he is up in his years though. Look at the facts on the web and I think he is somewhere between Southwestern states or in florida looking on this webpage thinking you guys are all nuts.
OK OK The real DB Cooper was My Dad, after he jumped and lived he came home and took a trip over seas where he spent all the money, on property there which is why I’m A Millonaire. then I woke up, what a Nice dream.
Wow. I just watched the movie “Without a Paddle”, and its all about DB cooper’s treasure. So i got bored today and googled him. I had no idea he was real! this is so interesting. Daniel must have been/must be a genius to commit this perfect crime. I think on his deathbed, he would give DNA to tell everyone who he really is.
There’s no way possible that I can dismiss this as fact or myth, either way, I’ve seen only one documentary about D.B. Cooper, and if you’d know me, you’d know that he is my ultimate hero. I can’t say that he loved or died, but he went through with his plans and actually got out of that plane. How many others could do that?
Yeah he inspected the shoots before hand so theirs no way he would pick the sowed shoot to jump with. Even if he was drinking. You can understand why he need a dring and a smoke
ok I don’t think he’s dead there is too many things that do not add up and Naomi how in the hell can you be a hero with someone who we don’t even know who he is well persay. I really think he’s back in portland or somewhere in between 6 states. I’ve been researching this for a while now and if anyone I mean the REAL D.B. Cooper please write on here NOW!
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‘It’s not suprissing that d.b.cooper’s gost is aware and can relate on the net.The fact is that the f.b.i. have failed, or probably ………………the usual f.b.i’s way !
‘It’s not suprissing that d.b.cooper’s gost is aware and can relate on the net.The fact is that the f.b.i. have failed, or probably ………………the usual f.b.i’s way !Because the crime committed by this gost is a national slapes on the big America’s F.B.I.,C.I.A…………
One person ,now becoming an object of mokery. Letter from D.B.COOPER,to me with out sentiment is nonsense.
I just met a man who says he talked to DB Cooper a few days before his flight and he has coopers wrist watch.