Following hijacking the aircraft and also requesting ransom two hundred thousand from the Federal bureau of investigation, DB Cooper made a ambitious evade through the use of parachute.
Forty years afterwards, brand new proof suggests the authorities may finally be hot on the path of America’s most mysterious fugitive. Nevertheless what are the latest facts?
[googlead tip=”lista_mare” aliniat=”dreapta”] Around the night before Thanksgiving of 1971, a guy who named himself Dan Cooper (a press reporter being employed by among the many wire assistance misheard the name of the hijacker, and ever since then he has been referred to as D.B. Cooper, as an alternative to Dan) dressed in a suit and raincoat, wandered up to the Northwest Orient desk at Portland’s airport and spent $20 on a one-way ticket to Seattle.
On the flight, he used some dark sunglasses, purchased a whiskey, lit up a cigarette and coolly given the stewardess some text. In capital letters, DB Cooper’s note read:
I HAVE A BOMB IN MY BRIEFCASE. I WILL USE IT IF NECESSARY. I WANT YOU TO SIT NEXT TO ME. YOU ARE BEING HIJACKED.
Just what happened next would give Cooper the place in the pantheon of US folk heroes. [googlead tip=”patrat_mare”]
D.B. Cooper requested the stewardess to inform the next require to the plane’s captain: he wanted $200,000 and a number of parachutes, and in return, he’d allow 36 people to leave the aircraft as soon as the plane arrived in Seattle. The FBI, swiftly called by ground control, organized the swap, and when the airplane was sky-bound again, with only the pilot, co-pilot, one stewardess and DB Cooper on board.
The hijacker’s directions were to head for Mexico, keeping an altitude under 10,000 feet. Then, somewhere above the lower Cascade mountains, 25 miles north west of Portland, D.B. Cooper launched the plane’s aft stairs, stepped out, and, with one of the parachutes strapped to his back, jumped into the raining, cold November night and has been never seen or observed from again. [googlead tip=”vertical_mare” aliniat=”dreapta”]
By the moment military helicopters were scrambled, on November 24th 1971, to search the land north of Portland for a six-foot-tall white man weighing one hundred seventy to a hundred seventy five pounds, “DB” Cooper was long gone – most probably possibly dead or packing away his parachute and trudging through mud and rain to make his escape.
Over the previous 40 years since that chilly night, there have been more than 1,000 DB Cooper suspects, a number of deathbed confessions, a film (starring Robert Duvall), as well as well more than a dozen books. As one person told legendary Cooper tracker Alex Hannaford, DB Cooper is the “Bigfoot of the Pacific Northwest.”
