Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 121 - The DB Cooper Hijack Mystery

Episode Date: January 7, 2019

November 24th, 1971. The day before Thanksgiving. Dan Cooper, also known as DB Cooper, shows up at the Portland, Oregon airport looking like your average business traveler. Over the next few hours, he pulled off the most mysterious airplane hijacking in US aviation history. He took $200,000 in ransom money from the FBI, jumped out of a plane and disappeared into the thick forests of the Pacific Northwest. He was never found, caught, or even positively identified. We explore this mystery and look into the epidemic of air piracy that plagued the US in the late 1960s and early 1970s, today, on Timesuck. Timesuck is brought to you by the The Great Courses Plus! Start your free trial now only at TheGreatCoursesPlus.com/TIMESUCK Want to try out Discord!?! Click HERE! Watch the Suck on Youtube: https://youtu.be/l1LgmqmTaXM Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 3500 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits!

November 24th, 1971, the day before Thanksgiving, Dan Cooper, also known as DB Cooper, shows up at the Portland Oregon Airport, looking like your average business traveler, clean shaven dude in a business suit, hold a small paper bag in a briefcase, he pays $20 in cash for a short flight to the Seattle Tacoma C-Tack Airport. Witnesses would claim later he looked like he was about 35 to 40 years old, hit receding black hair, wore wrap around sunglasses and chain smoke. The Portland Tick and agent he approached at the counter that day, how Williams gave him seat 18 C and coach.

He'd be taking Northwest Orient Airlines flight 305, a Boeing 727 with the capacity of 94 passengers. Only 37 customers would be on board for the half-hour of John's death day. Shortly after takeoff, DB Cooper got the attention of Stewardess, Florence Schaffner, and handed her a note. She assumed it was one more and a long line of commands for men traveling by themselves on business because apparently that happened all the time in the 1970s.

She stuffed the unread note in her pocket and headed down the aisle. When she came back down the aisle, DB Cooper waved her over, motion for her to lean in close, looked directly into her eyes and calmly said, you'd better read that, I have a bomb. And that is how the mysterious man we know by the name of DB Cooper kicked off one of the very few successful airplane hijacks in US aviation history. And this mystery is thoroughly explored, including who investigators both professional and amateur think DB Cooper really was on today's, can you believe the balls and that guy? I can't believe that he a did that and B seems to have gotten away with it addition of time suck.

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Let's uh, let's suck off some db Cooper Let's suck off some DB Cooper DB Cooper successfully hijacked a plane since the majority of my traveling has taken place in the our post 9-11 world we got beefed up airport security that seems impossible to me like how did he do it? And I know it's fucked up. I know it's a crime. It's a serious crime And it certainly would be no fun to be on a plane that gets hijacked and legitimately worry that your life will be over soon but also however more over

Kind of like pulling off a bank heist kind of fucking cool To successfully get the FBI to give you a lot of money. Why? Because the skill involved. Any petty theft, like, you know, I feel like any old asshole can get a hold of a gun, you know, put on a ski mask, you know, walk into a convenience store, tell the cashier to open the cash register,

hold up anyone or any place does take a certain amount of, I don't give a fuck for sure, takes a willingness to risk a long period of incarceration if you can't pull it off, but crimes of brute force primarily just require a brutal person. They don't require a smart person, they don't require someone to have very much intellectual talent, no careful planning is necessary, no finesse, how do you act in a plane and not hurting anyone, getting the FBI to give you over a million dollars in today's value, today's money, and getting away with it? I'd be lying if I said I didn't find that extremely in a way impressive. But maybe

that's not the typical response, that type of behavior. To be fair, I am the guy who, when I was a kid, young man, when I would watch a movie where someone would rob a bank, for example, I would immediately lose focus on what was going to happen for the next like 15 minutes of the movie because I had gone to Daydreamland where I was robbing Oso many banks. Robbed a lot of banks in my head. I continued, you know, I don't think I've done it in the last few months. Thank you remember? But I've had that fantasy a lot in my life, you know, you know, you rob a bank, you get all the money, you move down to South America or Southeast Asia, you know, you live on a

beach with a bevy of beautiful girls, strong tropical drinks, a lot of room service, sleeping in, recreational drug use. It's a fun fantasy. It's a very, very fun fantasy. Hey, Luciferina. Well as unthinkable as it may be to hijack a plane, at least a US plane in the post 9-11 skies. Now, I found out through the course of research this week that it used to be very common.

Seriously. According to the aviation safety network, over 1,000 flights have been hijacked since 1931 when they began tracking the statistic. Commercial flights actually began way back in 1914. Short, rickety, terrible flights, but flights where you could buy a ticket. The era of mass transit via airlines didn't take off pun, not intended, but punny word play also not changed until the 1950s. There have been flights around the world that have been hijacked since 9-11 for sure, but

not many. They're having some just as past April, an air China flight bound for Beijing made an unscheduled landing in the central Chinese city of Zhingzhou, or Zingzhou. When a passenger threatened to a flight attendant with a fountain pen, for real, dude used a pen. It was not a very successful hijacking, but I feel like it still kind of counts. A male passenger on air China flight 1350 attempted to use a pen to hold a flight attendant under duress. Luckily no one was harmed, which makes sense since it was, you know, a pen and not a gun

or a knife. Chinese police said the 41-year-old passenger had a history of mental illness. Yeah, that makes sense. I don't think anyone of sound mind tries to hijack a commercial flight with fucking fountain pen, especially when it's not, you know, it's a fountain pen that hasn't even been modified to double as like a bomb or a gun or become like a knife or any kind of effective, effective weapon. Oh man, what would you? How do you, how do you try to hold up a plane with a pen?

You will get me my ransom money, or I will immediately take out this pen. I will write a series of very scathing letters about how unsatisfied I was with my trip. Oh boy, you just wait. You just wait until I send these letters via the mail like a psychopath, like a person somehow living in the 1990s still, to various consumer organizations that I am hoping still have employees who read the mail who read hastily scribbled tirades written by lunatics. You think I'm fucking around? Yeah, I have stamps. I have envelopes.

I have paper motherfuckers college ruled for easy reading. Oh, sit out and put my seatbelt on. Nice try. That's not how a pen hijacking works. Now that is also going to go in my letter. Um, I don't know. I don't know what it was. I mean, he clearly probably wasn't, wasn't digging anything. They made sense. Since 9, 11, no US flight at all has been successfully hijacked. Now, now with a pen or nothing. Thank you to air marshals and TSA time suckers. However, surprise in my US flights, we successfully hijacked. Now, with a pen or nothing, thank you to Air Marshalls and TSA time suckers.

However, surprising amount of US flights were hijacked before 9-11, most well before 2001. I had no idea yet to go back to 1987 to find an example of an American passenger flight, at least one that either takes off or lands in the US being hijacked. January 11th, 1997, a continental airlines DC-9 was hijacked in flight by one Norwood

Emanuel. Captain Mark Meyer was credited with thwarting the hijacking by quickly landing at Dolos International Airport outside of Washington, DC. Captain Meyer confronted and distracted Emanuel in the rear of the cabin, allowing all 49 passengers and crew to successfully evacuate onto the ramp. Captain Meyer, aka Captain America America himself escaped two hours later. The FBI eventually talked a manual off of the aircraft. No deaths, no injuries.

Thank you Captain Mark hero Meyer. Prior to that on January 20th, 1983 Glenn Kurt trip 20 years old of audience in Washington said he had a bomb in a shoe box. He tried to hijack a jetliner to Afghanistan. He ended up getting shot by one of two federal, viral investigation agents who snuck on board when the plane landed in Portland, Oregon. Thank you, FBI. 4.30 pm, three hours after Northwest flight, 608 arrived from Seattle with six crew members and 35 passengers. FBI agents climbed down to the cockpit of the plane,

or into the cockpit of the plane on a remote runway of Portland International Airport. All 41 people aboard escaped, unhurt, no bomb was found. And then, you know, Kurt was convicted of extortion and kidnapping in a July 11th, 1980 or for this crime. Prior to this, there's another example. This story is nuts on December 21, 1978, 17 year old Robin Oswald hijacked TWA flight 541 flying from Louisville, Kentucky to Kansas City, Missouri, claiming she had three sticks of dynamite. The plane landed at Williamson County Regional Airport, now known as Veterans Airport of Southern Illinois, where she hoped to seek the release of her mom's boyfriend, Garrett Trapnell, Garrett was serving time at at Marion federal penitentiary for a January 28th, 1972 plane hijacking. On May 24th, 1978,

Robyn's mom Barbara Ann Oswald, she was killed after she also attempted a hijacking. This family man, some real winners, mom hijacked a helicopter and attempt to fly into the prison and rescue her imprisoned boyfriend. She was shot dead. And then her daughter Robin eventually surrendered at the Williamson Airport. The dynamite was revealed to be flares. And I don't know how much trouble she got in because the state of Illinois didn't release information regarding her conviction or sentencing because of her juvenile status at the time of

her crime. A boyfriend mom, daughter, all three hijacks, three different aircrafts. In 1978, all three failed miserably. Boyfriend got sent to prison, mom got shot, daughter got caught, worst crime family ever. Overall, very few hijackens in the 80s or 90s, but during the time in which today's 1971 tail takes place, tons of hijacking. This is what blew me away. There was an epidemic of domestic flight hijackings in America between 1968 and 1972. Over 130 American airplanes were hijacked during this five year time span. There were 40 commercial aircraft hijackings in the US in just 1969.

Occasionally, multiple hijackings even occurred on the same day. How was this possible? Well, mostly because airport security did not exist. Gotta say, this episode has made me way more appreciative of TSA agents and security lines. Prior to 1973, airports didn't have metal detectors, and your carry-on luggage wasn't screened or searched. You could throw whatever you wanted in your bag. Overwhelming odds are known as going to check it. There was no security.

You could just walk right up to the boarding gates without even buying a ticket. You'd go to the bar, have a few drinks, hand off a briefcase, full of drugs, or guns to somebody, just bounce on out the airport. In 1970, you didn't even need ID to get on the plane. How nuts is that? Ticket agents were instructed to give each traveler a once-over looking for behavior that would be hijackers might display like lack of eye contact, and add a quick concern about their luggage.

But then starting January 5th, 1973, the FAA put mandatory screenings in place for all airplane passengers. They started hiring outside contractors to do that. Why? Because in late 1972, the government realized that planes could be used as weapons. They realized this went on November 10th, 1972, three hijackers threatened to crash Southern airways flight 49 into a nuclear research reactor near Knoxville, Tennessee, if they didn't receive $2 million. The airline came up with the money, but the flight continued with a few stops and delays

all the way to Havana, Cuba, where the hijackers would then caught and put in jail. Another random piece of trivia, hijacking flights and taking them to Cuba, super common around this time. You couldn't buy a flight to Cuba because of the US cutting off diplomatic relations with Cuba after Fidel Castro Made it a communist Communist nation Starting in 1959 when he took the country over him and his cohorts If you were some young revolutionary who idealized communism and idealized the Cuban revolution

How did you get to Cuba you hijacked a plane in the States and odds are Cuba was not going to send you back to the US to be jailed because they didn't have an extradition treaty with the US. However, sometimes you got thrown in jail down there because Fidel Castro also didn't necessarily want you to come over. He didn't invite you. He didn't necessarily want some random American hippie revolutionaries flying into his country. And you could just end up getting tossed in the slammer like those 1972 hijackers, which is hilarious to me That they made it they got the money they made it and instead of like some parade that they probably thought was gonna be thrown for them You know they just got tossed in jail. You know we did it for now

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Oh man. But before the 9-11 attacks you could still bring blades up to four inches long aboard a plane Baseball bats box cutters darts knitted needle scissors. We're still out on board You can still go into the airport without a ticket. Just a normal nothing to worry about here kind of guy Just just a guy with you know with no ticket and a Louisville slugger, hoping to take in a little baddie practice on his way from DC to Denver. You know, if you decide to get a flight. So yes, it was easier to hijack a plane when DC Cooper or DB Cooper DC put myself in there. When DB Cooper did it in 1971 that it is now.

Now I'd be afraid of getting tossed in jail for just saying the word hijack at the airport, which I do think is illegal. Although random story that does relate to this episode, I did once accidentally bring a whole bunch of knives onto a plane. It was like five years ago. I was working at Grinney Productions in LA on some various reality shows and the guy run on the show, my buddy Todd Hervitz, him and some other guys that had worked on a show called Porter Ridge. We worked on, uh, that was filmed out in Indiana. They walled around Indiana. They just got randomly into knives.

Some of the people like on the show were into knives. They got into knives, you know, started off as definitely like just a total joke. And then they began to kind of like seriously get into knives. Still thought it was funny. Thought it was funny to bring them into the office like ridiculous big like murder knives. You know, take them out during meetings, kind of taunt people with it, maybe stick it on the table, if it was an old beat up table, yeah, that got weird. So of course I loved it and I started also bringing in knives.

And after a while, I had about five various big murdery type knives in my laptop bag and then being the forgetful fuck that I am completely forgot about them when the knife joke was over. And then after working at the office one day I just went to nearby LAX for only about a mile away if that even to fly out to a gig forgot had a back laptop back full of knives and remembered that I had all the knives in there as it was sliding down the conveyor belt going into the little screening box where the TSA agents can see inside with their X-ray vision apparatus. And immediately started panicking inside. I just assumed I would be detained.

I would probably end up in prison for some kind of attempted hijacking. Just because I just imagine how would look if I tried to explain what the truth was like. Yeah, okay, this is not what it looks like. Listen, I like to joke around. Listen, this is totally normal. I like to joke around about murder knives at work.

Me and the other guys, we think it's fun to wave knives at each other, the bigger the better. And they're fun to threaten people with, as a joking way, as a joking way. And I just started putting more and more knives in my laptop bag as one does when they joke at work. And I forgot. And that's why I have a bag of knives.

Why are you reading me my rights? Well somehow the TSA screen agent didn't notice the knives. He was busy joking with another agent and they just slid right on through the machine and I felt both immensely relieved and also kind of terrified that somebody else could theoretically also just bring a bag of knives into the airport. But you know back could theoretically also just bring a bag of knives into the airport. But you know, back in 1971, you could bring a bag of knives into the airport every fucking time you flew. You can fly every week for the whole year and you could be a knife salesman and just carry carry on luggage full of knives on every flight.

It's so crazy to me. And yeah, while Cooper is the most famous hijacker of this kind of hijacking era to hijack a plane, there are some very other very interesting hijacking tales I wanted to share with you before we get into DB. Not going to spend a lot of time here, but these are these are very interesting to me. Let's first talk about tough, tough Italian name, Raffa Yellow, Raffa Yellow, Minicello, Raffa Yellow, Minicello. Raphaiella, Raphaiella, Minicello, Raphaiella, Minicello. I feel like if you throw your arm into it, which you can see if you do, if you watch us on YouTube,

Raphaiella, Raphaiella, Minicello. That really helps with the Italian accent. Raphaiella, Minicello. A native of Milito, Erbino Italy, Italy, who had immigrated to Seattle as a teen, Minicello. I'll stop with it yelling. Earned a purple heart as a marine in Vietnam, upon his return to California's camp Pendleton

in April 1969, he came to believe that his units paymaster shorted him 200 bucks in salary. This is where this all starts as hijacking. Starts with him thinking that he was slided $200 by his unit paymaster. Despite the relative pettiness of the, you know, disputed some, the 19 year old Marine considered himself a victim of a great betrayal. He wasn't going to let this shit slide. So one night in May 1969, Minichello decided to make things right. At least in his mind, he pounded eight cans of beer, specifically eight, as those who says, you fucking through back eight cans of beer, broken the camp Pendleton, took precisely $200 worth of radios and wristwatches.

If you're not gonna give me my money, I'm gonna take $200 with the radios and wristwatches. All right, even Steven. Well, when the Marine Corps found out what he done, everyone agreed that it was fair, and that was the end of it. No, of course not. Now, he was court-martialed for burglary. Then in September of you know worried about his upcoming court martial trial uh... facing the possibility of imprisonment for this crime he decides to flee back to italy rather than face trial on halloween

nineteen sixty nine this crazy this crazy motherfucker took a bag as one could do back then to go back containing a disassembled M1 rifle, a 30 caliber semi-automatic rifle, 250 rounds of ammunition took this on a bus to the Los Angeles International Airport where he bought a ticket for TWA flight 85 to San Francisco and got on board with all these rifle components and all these bullets. He takes two shots at Canadian Canadian club aboard the Boeing 707 and he goes into the bathroom bringing into the laboratory where he just brings his bag, you know, as people

doing airplanes, not suspicious. And he puts his gun together. He just assembles the rifle in the bathroom. It pops out, points it as it at a flight attendant and asked demands to be taken to New York. The plane stops in Denver first to get fuel and Minichello releases the passengers, except for the crew, as the jet refueling, he informs the captive crew that New York is not the ultimate destination, but that he's actually trying to get back to Italy, a country that

is going to understand why he considered the Marines $200 slight such a grave affront to his Italian honor. The FBI tries to stop Minichello at John F. Kennedy or International Airport, New York, where the jet makes another refueling stop. Agents and bulletproof vests around the park plane hoping either to frighten him into surrendering or to mount a decisive assault. And then Minichello responds by firing his M1 into the roof of the fuselage. The startled agents back off allowed a plane to depart on its long journey to Rome via Bangor main and Shannon Ireland.

He did it. He actually got this airplane to Rome. Minichello avoided the capture at Rome's airport by taking an officer hostage, stealing the policeman's car. He found brief sanctuary in a rural church where police tracked him down in November 2nd, 1969. As he was hustled away, he said, countrymen, why are you arresting me?

He was sentenced to only 18 months in jail. And then he was out in 14 months. He only got 14 months for hijacking a plane, the rifle, and then getting this plane all the way to Rome. When is this movie coming out? How is this movie not been made? America wanted to try him and send him to prison, but Italy refused to extradite him.

And then he became a national folk hero in Italy. He was a handsome dude. He became like a heart throb. I got married, had some kids, still lives in Italy, happily as far as I know, to this day. How crazy is that shit? Uh, okay, one more interesting hijacking story from this era. And then on to Cooper's story.

June 3rd, 1972, Western Airlines flight 701 flying from Los Angeles to Seattle is hijacked by four tour of duty Vietnam vet Willie Roger Holder, a man who saw significant combat in Vietnam and a man who was a member of the African American militant group, the Black Panthers. A group will be sucking on next month, by the way, helping him on this hijacking was his 20 year old hippie girlfriend, Catherine Marie Kirkow from Kuzbe, Oregon. Holder came up with a plan to try and liberate another Black Panther, Angela Davis, who was on trial for conspiracy to commit murder.

His plan was you wanted to hijack a plane, exchange the passengers for Davis' release and some money, and then take Davis and the money to North Vietnam. He wanted to go to North Vietnam because he felt guilty about what he'd done in the war, what he'd done is in North Vietnamese. He disagreed politically with the Vietnam War. It was angry towards America. We are also sucking the Vietnam War later this year. Very excited for that topic.

And then Willie Holder and Catherine, they do, you know, hijack a plane. They claim they have a bomb in the briefcase, in a briefcase, you know, just like DB Cooper had done, they demand $500,000. After allowing all 97 pastors to get off in San Francisco, they had to crew, fly them to Algeria. They fly to Africa where they're granted political asylum, a number of black Panther members were living in Algeria. The Algerian government confiscated and returned almost all of the ransom money. They'd gotten, they'd get to $500,000 to US officials and then they got away with it for three years.

Algeria also did not extradite people to the US at that time. But then on January 25th, 1975, the two hijackers carrying fake passports were arrested on a legal entry into France by French police. On April 15th, 1975, a French court refused a US extradition request for the pair on grounds that the hijacking was a political act. In July 1986, French authorities moved to deport holders of the US after he completed completed a a sense for a completely separate crime for nineteen four assault charges in france uh... i found some l.a. times articles from the late eighties dating he was scheduled to be tried for the initial hijacking but but i couldn't find any information about a conviction or sensing uh... his old girlfriend kirk al went missing in france

and uh... and you know the early early i guess uh... right now sorry late seventies was never extradited and her whereabouts and status remain unknown to this day And to this day she remains on the US most wanted list for domestic terrorism So she's you know and all likely it out there living living somewhere So they both got away with it for a while Catherine probably will never get caught But they but they didn't get to keep the money Rafi Ella minichello, you know didn't get any money And while he became a folk hero, he did go to jail. DB Cooper may have, if he did in fact live,

he may have gotten to keep the money and he definitely avoided jail time, at least for that crime. Okay, so now we all know more about the history of air hijackings. Let's dig into arguably the most famous story about a non-terrorist airline hijacking of all time. I don't know why today's words are especially tough for me. A time for today's DB Cooper time suck timeline

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There are no tales of DB Cooper's childhood or life leading up to the hijacking. It's what I even did because you know, because we don't know for sure who DB Cooper was. You know, that's, that's obviously why this is a, why this is a mystery. Who was this DB puper Cooper? I had to verify that date, so I had to scroll up my notes for a second. It didn't sound right for me. Somehow, November 24th, just I was like,

no, wasn't it November 21st? No, no, no. No, it was, in fact, November 24th. There are, yeah, so we don't even know if DB Cooper was his real name, more on possible suspects of who the real D Cooper may be after the timeline. So quick recap of how the show started. Someone calling themselves Dan Cooper, AK DB Cooper shows up with the Portland, Oregon

airport and a business suit holding a small paper bag in a briefcase. He pays $20 in cash for a short flight to the Seattle Tacoma C-Tech airport. The flight departs on time at 250 pm. Surely I have to take off. He gets the attention of flight attendant Florence Shaftner hands her a note just after 3 pm informing her that he has a bomb. When she doesn't read it, he quietly call me tells her you better read that. I have a bomb. I forget her attention. Probably the best and worst way to get a flight attend attention is to tell them you have a bomb. Only way you could probably make it worse is by adding more details like and I

will blow assault to hell. After getting her attention, Cooper indicates towards the soft leather briefcase, he's kept on his lap, he puts back on the sunglasses, he's just taken off, Florence walks away, takes a note out, reads it after a few moments, she approaches another one of the flight attendants,

Tina Mucklow, and a moment later, the two women walk into the cockpit where Captain William E. Scott reads the note Captain Scott then immediately contacts Seattle Tacoma air traffic control setting off a chain reaction of alerts to the Seattle police and to the FBI. FBI agent Gary Talis, a Northern California native in his first office assignment was among the Bureau men alerted. He was just out of the academy. He was immediately dispatched straight to Northwest Airlines CTAC headquarters where he introduced

himself. Supervisors at the FBI office in Seattle told Tally us to stay put wait for reinforcements who would arrive shortly. Other agents meanwhile had contacted Northwest Airlines president Donald Nyrop about the hijackers demands. The aviation executive told the agents in no one in certain terms that if the hijacker wanted $200,000 and four parachutes or excuse me two parachutes in exchange for the safe release of the pastors and many of the flight crew He would get Northwest complete cooperation and then he said JK Letting blow fuckers up. What do I care? Why are you bother to move this bullshit? We have insurance. I'm not on the plane.

So they can all suck my seven figure annual salary dick. And then he hung up the phone and he went back to cheating on his wife with his new secretary. Uh, no, he didn't say JK or doing that last off. He did tell the FBI to give Cooper the money. Nairob had no interest in risking one of his planes exploding. Meanwhile, back on the plane, Captain Scott sent flight attendant Florence Schafer back

to Cooper who had taken a seat by the rear window. Schafer sat carefully beside him in the aisle seat. Cooper showed her the contents of his briefcase, which was actually technically in a attaché case. It's a word I don't want you to say. That basically just means briefcase. So I'm going to call it briefcase. Schafer saw wires, a large battery, several's a word I don't like to say. That basically just means briefcase, so I'm going to call it a briefcase. Shaper saw wires, a large battery, several red cylinders that looked an awful, like,

a lot like dynamite and poop or coop, or briefcase. I am the only one who calls in poop or coop, by the way, that I know of, and only because it rhymes, and because it makes me smile. So please don't, please don't read into that. Please don't go around telling people that you love the poop or coop or story unless you want people to think you're an idiot. Or that I'm an idiot for telling you that he was called Cooper Cooper. Cooper not Cooper, told Schafer, tell your pilots to stay in the air and tell them they've

got the money and shoots ready in Seattle. Cooper knew that it would take a little bit of time to assemble all the money he wanted in $20 bills, especially because he had stipulated in his note that the bills had to have random, excuse me, random serial numbers instead of being sequential. The FBI honored that request, but did manage to have all the serial numbers begin with the letter L, signifying that the bills had been issued to the Federal Reserve Bank's San Francisco office. Also nearly every bill was dated to 1969.

The money was the easy item for the FBI to get a hold of. The harder item was the parachutes that Cooper had requested. When he told the, when he was told that the parachutes were coming from a court air force base and to come and Washington Cooper turned them down because military shoots open automatically. Using flight attendant, Schaefer, Schaefer, I says go between Cooper explained that he needed civilian parachutes that were equipped with user controlled rip courts. These shoots would allow him to decide when to deploy his shoot. Frantic phone calls and sued to find the shoots. You wanted to find the Seattle

police got the owner of a local skydiving school on the line and persuaded him to help. So now the parachute crisis is diverted. Investigators were initially confused by why he wanted two parachute sets instead of one. You know, was he going to insist that one of the flight attendants or one of the crew members go with him? Cooper, we now know, never intended to bring anyone with him. His request for two shoots speaks to his criminal genius and thorough preparation in this case. Ask for one parachute.

And there's a chance that the FBI sabotaged it so you can't escape with the money, right? It makes it so it doesn't work. A chance they could they could take you out without ever firing a shot. Um, ask for two parachutes. And now it looks like you you may take a hostage with you. And you know, now you know that the FBI is not willing to risk their life. So you know that both parachutes for sure work. I would have never thought of that.

Once the FBI had the shoots and the money, word was passed back to flight 305, which was now in a holding pattern above C-TAC. Cooper was informed that upon landing, he would be giving the ransom of $200,000 equivalent to $1.2 million, roughly in today's money. He'd be given 21 pounds of $20 bills in exchange for the safe release of the passengers. He was also assured two sets of parachutes, meaning two backpacks and two emergency backup chest packs. While all of this is going on, while flight attendants, the pastures and the pilots, the

airline executives and law enforcement are internally freaking the fuck out at the possibility of an airline explosion, witnesses would report later that DB Cooper stayed completely calm. He seemed totally relaxed, like he was James Bond or some shit. He just, you know, chained smoke, just rolleys, cigarettes, sift of bourbon and seven. Florence Schafer and the other flight attendant said Cooper was also especially polite, respectful and courteous. Despite the surreal circumstances Cooper offered to pay flight attendant Tina Mucklow for his drink.

That's weird. He's hijacking a plane for $200,000, but he's Tina Mucklow for his drink. That's weird. He's hijacking a plane for $200,000, but he's still willing to pay for his drink. Curious, yeah. What was he worried that if he didn't, the crew would have to pay for it. Did he not want to get Tina or Florence or anybody in trouble? Was he generally not a criminal? Did he just have some beef specifically, you know, with the airline? Tina Mucklow later disagreed with descriptions

of Cooper disseminated by the FBI, which called him a foul mouth drunk. She said he seemed rather nice, seemed thoughtful. She later reported that Cooper had even insisted that dinner be brought on board for the crew members. He had kept on the plane with him after landing at Seattle or at C-TAC. Word came from the ground at roughly 350 PM that all of Cooper's commands had been met. The landing was only a half hour late, which is really impressive to me. This is all happening so fast. The flight time between Portland and Seattle, the in-air portion of the trip, not counting taxing out to and from the gates, is only a little over a half an hour, right around 34

minutes. Depending on how much wind, how much fuel the pilot decides to burn up if they wanna really kind of floor it. And you don't get a drink service the second you're up in the air. You don't get any service at all, in my experience, in generally until you climb to above 10,000 feet. So this has all happened within an hour.

Like he gives a note to Florence Schafer, probably 10 or so minutes into the flights, you know, three, three, oh five. So he gives it to the pilot, he radios it in, the FBI couldn't have even known what was going on until at least, you know, 15 minutes after takeoff. So within 45 minutes, they get all this shit together. That's impressive.

Cooper told the captain to taxi the jet to a brightly lit location when they landed far out on the tarmac, and he stipulated that only one person bring out the money in parachutes. When the loan Northwest Airlines employees stopped the vehicle, not far from the 727 Cooper directed flight attendant Mucklow to lower the aft stairs. He then watched closely as she met the employee at the bottom to take the parachutes and then the cash stored in the bank bag.

And then at 530 pm. according to FBI transcripts taken from flight crew testimony, Cooper opened the delivered money bag, making sure there was no funny stuff. Less than two and a half hours after handing Florence Schafer's note, roughly the time it takes to watch a movie, Cooper now has a bag of $200,000 in cash. Both Muklow and Schafer reported that he, quote, jumped up and down with joy. Childlike after realizing he got the money, I bet he did. You know, I got $200,000. I got you $100,000.

Money, money, money, money. Money. They didn't make a DB Cooper movie. I'll see him maybe start like Bradley Cooper as DB Cooper. All right, that scene would be so great. You know, when he gets that money and he's so excited, it looks and it just hits him and then just cut to a quick montage of what's going on his head, you know, just, you know, his running up and down the aisles, just throwing money, ha, throwing money around him, you know, cuts, cuts, quick cuts to like a cockpit orgy with

the flight attendants, you know, then cut to everyone just cheering for him and clapping as he stands with each arm around a flight attendant in first class. You know, everybody's, you did it. You really did it for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow. And I'm in a candy and I just snaps back to the reality of him just quickly jumping up and down like a happy kid. One movie was made a huge box office flop.

Actually, starring Robert Duval. Who I love? I love Robert Duval. And Treat Williams is DB Cooper. Haven't seen it. Came out in 1991. Yeah, I just didn't do well. Made $3.7 million on a $12 million budget.

After checking on the money, Cooper then lifted the sack to test the weight. Make sure it felt like, you know, a little over 20 pounds. He even had Shafe in her holder bag, so he could feel it, so she could feel the weight. Make sure it felt like, you know, over 20 pounds. He even had shave and hold it back so he could feel it. So she could feel the weight. Mucklow then joke with Cooper about it being a lot of money and jokingly asked if she could have some. And then Cooper immediately just reached into the bag and gave her a bundle. Mucklow told him she was just kidding and handed the bundle back saying that she could not accept what she called gratuities. What a strange detail. Like, who is this guy?

Like, he clearly doesn't need all of the money if he's willing to give a bundle of it just to, you know, who's technically a hostage, just because he asks, strange report he has with the hostages, doesn't seem like a mean spirited person. You know, why did he do this? Just to see if he could do it?

Does he just hate somebody at Northwest Airlines? It's very strange. All of this? Very strange. All of this is so strange. In return for having his demands met Cooper, let all of his fellow passengers leave the airplane, along with two of the flight attendants. Florence Schafer and another woman named Alice Hancock. Hancock turned back when she realized she'd forgotten her purse.

She pushfully asked Cooper if she could retrieve it. Sure, he said, I'm not going to buy you. Hancock noticed he was already in the process of putting on one of his shoots. Muklo added, he refused the parachute instructions that I handed him saying, I don't need those. He opened one, looked inside, then closed it up before putting it on. And then he put it on easily as if he had done this before. Just as cool as a cucumber.

No big whoops or no big whoop puff as Reverend Dr. Joe motherfucking Paisy would say. He's a, he's a whoop guy. He's a whoop guy, not a, not a whoops guy like Lindsey myself. The DB Cooper just, you know, calmly making a couple hundred thousand dollars in an easy afternoon's work. Cooper kept the remaining flight attendant Tina Mucklo on board as well as Captain William Scott, first officer William, uh, Rhathazek, uh, flight, flight engineer, H.E. Anderson. You have a grudge against Northwest Mucklow asked at one point. I don't have a grudge against your airline, Miss is what DB Cooper said, uh, and then with it, then his final answer, I guess became famous.

Uh, he said, I just have a grudge. I just have a grudge. What does that mean? I guess whom? Someone who works at the airline, someone in the government, someone in his personal life, he just needs to prove something to Captain Scott told Cooper that an FAA executive had asked permission to come on board the plane and explain to Cooper the penalty for air piracy. Tell him to forget it said Cooper that that would be super weird if this is where the story ended You know like a Cooper was like whoa wait wait wait what what You're saying that error piracy is a felony are you serious?

I didn't even I didn't even realize it was illegal to tell the FBI that you were gonna blow up a plane unless it gave you $200,000. Oh, M G. Yes, M H. FML. Oh, just tell him I'll turn myself in and tell him I'm sorry. This has been one giant misunderstanding. If someone were to tell me yesterday, I was just full run of having fun. Yolo Cooper then set himself to the task of figuring out how to operate the ass stairway. Someone would have told me yesterday, I was just full around having fun. Yeah, yellow.

Cooper then set himself to the task of figuring out how to operate the ass stairway. He initially insisted the stairway be left down upon takeoff so he could walk down to jump off later, but then the crew made him realize that a metal stairway scraping and sparking under a fully fueled airliner was a real bad idea. So he told the crew, that's all right.

The captain can do it after we take off, which FBI agents, you know, later, which kind of revealed, I guess, excuse me, to FBI agents investigating this later, that he probably wasn't that familiar with the plane he was on because that wasn't possible. The cockpit had a stair warning light, but not a lowering button. It was, you know, the captain could not actually just push a button and take this stairway down later. Using what was normally the jet cabin's phone, the hijacked were then told the cockpit crew

precisely what he wanted them to do next. He said that the altitude had to be, you know, held to 10,000 feet or less. The wing flaps needed to be set to 15 degrees, and the air speed must not exceed 150 knots at a two-hour miles an hour, with the wheels left down and the cabin pressure off. That way, he would not be shot into the night like a bullet when the stairs were lowered. And Captain Scott Cooper said,

I'm wearing a wrist altimeter, so I'll know what your altitude is. So this showed that while he wasn't totally familiar with this exact model of plane, he was familiar with what he needed to do to successfully jump out of it. He was either an experienced jumper, possibly a former paratrooper or someone who at least had really done their homework on how this all works. After giving his instructions, he instructed to crew to remain in the cockpit for the entire flight. His flight instructions regarding

wing flap angle altitude and cabin pressure made co-pilot, retazic think Cooper probably had some type of military background as he recently revealed to mountain news publisher Bruce Smith when he told me to set the wing flaps at 15 degrees. I knew he was a smart guy. His knowledge of the exact parachuting dynamics of the 727 run cani because the 1971 it was classified information known only to select Boeing officials and select military personnel working covert operations via NAM.

The skyjacker, next told the crew, he didn't care which route they took south as long as they ended up in Mexico. Mexico was 2200 miles away, but flight 305 wasn't going to be able to exceed 1,000 miles. With its fuels, considering this, Cooper decided that they would stop for fuel and re-known Nevada. The pilots and airline flight operations wanted to take their special passenger out over

the Pacific Ocean, but the FAA in Sacramento, California did not approve this risky low and slow plan. So the jet was assigned another route, a route down the popular Victor 23 and 8 mile, wide forest record or west of the most dangerous mountain peaks, which was sent the airliner above downtown Portland. Some Cooper experts think this was all part of Cooper's plan. They think he knew based on the flight route, you know, where he would have to end up flying that he knew flight 305 would be flying over predictable terrain that he had planned

all along to jump down into. At 7.36 pm after two hours on the ground in Seattle flight 305 rose into the air once more less than five hours after the hijacking began. A loft Cooper ordered flight attendant Tina Mucklow to join the rest of the crew members inside the cockpit. Before she closed the curtains and divided first class from coach, she caught a glimpse of Cooper working intently tying the last load bank bag to his waist. Then while adjusting a parachute, he waved goodbye to Tina, former FBI agent and author Richard Tosa told the London Sunday Telegraph, he had pressed Mucklo for details about that last moment.

And Tina said he put the shoot on as if he'd done it every day. Mucklo knew the cockpit door did not have a people and not even the most advanced jetliners back then boasted remote cameras or video monitors. There would be absolutely no way to keep an eye on DB Cooper now that the crew was in the cockpit. At 7.42 p.m., Mucklow pulled the door closed behind her. The very last thing she saw was Cooper dumps

some money into an empty shoot container, then he began cutting cords from the shoot, tying it around his way. Okay, so this is kind of a recap what we just said. And then, so she watched him get ready to jump. And then shortly after 8 p.m., a red light came on at a rarely used corner of flight engineer Anderson's instrument panel. Beside it were the ominous words, open door. Everyone in the crew knew this meant that the aft stairs had now been let down. So he figured out how to get the stares down in the back. Cooper had been able to lower them by himself.

Scott clicked on the intercom. Is there anything we can do for you? And then Cooper answered that everything was, quote, okay. And that was the last, the crew would ever hear from DB Cooper. At 8.13 p.m., the crew felt a slight dip in the elevation of the jet's nose, a, quote unquote, pressure bump, closely followed by a corrective adjustment in the tail. A phenomenon they felt indicated Cooper had just jumped. Captain Scott took note of precisely where they were very nearly over the Lewis River,

some 25 miles north of Portland. The crew members exchanged looks. The question hanging in the air was so obvious they didn't need to be asked. We keep going to Reno, no matter what said Scott. There was no way for them to know if their suspicions were correct without doing with the hijacker had warned against leaving the cockpit. Two hours later at 1015 PM, flight 305 landed at Reno Airport. There was a shower of sparks flying up from the dangling stairway, scraping along the

runway underneath the plane. The plane set idle is to crew waited nervously and minutes tick by. Finally Scott turned on the intercom asked if anyone could hear him. He tried a second time. Since he got in our response, he carefully opened the cockpit door. The passenger cabin stretched out before him empty of life. The air chilly due to the yawning wide open rear exit. Cooper was gone. He'd probably been gone for two hours. He plunged into

the night air. The temperature was estimated to have been 22 degrees at night with winds gusting. I see rain hitting Cooper in his face. Then there were spiked tree tops and jagged mountain cliffs waiting to read him below. It would be a death plunge for most people. And many think that's exactly what happened to Cooper died that night. But that's pure speculation. A body has never been found at nor strong evidence of his death. Also with an hour's Washington State residents near Cooper suspected jump zone reported hearing someone who was very much alive. Someone taking off in a small, sputtering plane.

Was it Cooper? Could DB Cooper have been talented enough to jump into an area where a small plane was waiting for him so he could pilot himself away? Maybe there's so much we don't know. Former Reno evening Gazette photographer Marilyn Newton was at the airport in Reno in flight 305 landed her pictures of the parked airliner, the very, very tired crew, and a police canine dog sniffing the aframp steps were immediately picked up by World Wire services. Soon there were two dozen press members at the Reno airport waiting for a press conference.

FBI agents interviewed the crew until 2 a.m. and then a quick press conference was held. The crew didn't report anything significant that you don't already know. They mostly just spoke about how calm Cooper was throughout the entire hijacky. When Cooper jumped the night of November 24, 1971, he didn't just capture $200,000. He captured the imagination of the American public. Days after the ordeal, sociologists at the University of Washington,000. He captured the imagination of the American public. Days after the ordeal, sociologists at the University of Washington, Dr. Otto Larson characterized his first case that parachute piracy as, quote, an awesome feat in the Battle of Man against the Machine,

one man overcoming for the first time being, anyway, technology, the corporation, the establishment, the system. Jeffrey Gray, author of the 2011 book SkyJack, the hunt for DB Cooper, has thought a lot about the culture of phenomenon aspect of the Cooper incident. He pointed out how one man with that single leap seemed to alter the nation's moral landscape. Cooper created a situation where in almost Robinhood style, many people found themselves rooting for the bad guy, the hijacker. He had transcended the mundane, everyday existence,

that people often feel they are trapped in. I get that. Who hasn't, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, a day dreamed at some point about finding a bag of money, winning a big sum of money, or somehow just getting a bunch of money and starting a new life? That's why most people will gamble or play lottery. Well Cooper just didn't buy a lottery ticket, he stole the fucking lottery money, he just

took it. Taking what you want in life is usually seen as a tremendously admirable and enviable quality. Go forth and kick ass, take names, dominate. Like we're taught to kick ass in school, kick ass in sports, kick ass at work, kick ass is good. However, we're also taught not to break the law, breaking the law bat. In this situation, it seems like admiration for Cooper so brazenly

and coolly, taking what he wanted, super seated, how he had to break numerous laws in order to do just that. The FBI began their investigation into apprehending Cooper shortly after his flight landed in Reno. He'd taken almost everything he had brought on board with him. His hat, the briefcase bomb, his overcoat, which we'll never know if that was a real bomb. You know, he took the briefcase that looked like a bomb, took one, you know, that set of parachutes, the cash in a bag, of course, also gone where all that is now is anyone's guess. Left behind were a necktie, a pair of Raleigh filter cigarette butts, assigned gate

ticket, all destined for analysis and obsessive expert consideration. If you would have just left those cigarette butts today, DNA analysis might have caught him. There would also be pictures of him taken from various security cameras. Someone would have gotten a pic or a video with a cell phone. You really couldn't do something like that today. Not like he did it. He also left behind an issue of Putin, Juju. Uh-huh, uh-huh. FBI agents found a copy of issue 93 of Putin, Juju, America's most famous and beloved comic book that witnesses would later testify to DB Cooper reading on the flight.

The issue was called Cracker Jack hijack. In this issue, Putin finds a very unusual prize in the bottom of a box of cracker jacks, while on lunch break from Poodie's job at the post office. Specific instructions for how to build a briefcase bomb, use it to hijack an American domestic flight and then disappear without a trace. That's a great cracker jack prize. At first, Poodie had no interest in actually hijacking a flight. But then Poodie remembered how sad Juju had been recently

because Juju desperately wanted a life-size marble statue of Juju's beloved aunt Tintang to put in the backyard garden. And that statue was gonna cost $200,000. So Poodie decided to take the hijacking idea and park it in the shed, which of course means to consider something and ponder on it a while. The next week in Poodie decides to just go for it.

Carpe Diem and Poodie heads to the local airport in Dingleland, just south of Yicunville, where Poodie live with Juju, which is a bit north of Dutortown. Poodie decided to use the alias Tuti, so no one would know Poodie's real name and then Tutie aka Poodie pulled off the same type of heist the DB would end up pulling off Poodie then bought the statue for 200 grand had it placed in the garden while Juju was off running errands and then when Juju came home and saw Juju was pissed dang it, gush dang it to heck Poodie grabbed the wrong family picture now they had a life size statue of Juju's Uncle Zoot Scoot instead, which was especially

unfortunate because as you probably know, Uncle Zoot Scoot suffered from a pituitary gland abnormality and grew to be just under eight feet tall to be fair other than the height situation. Zoot Scoot looks a lot like TingTang. And then when Poodie tells Juuju how Poodie got the money, Juju reminds Poodie that they could use that cash to pay after mortgage instead of buying a huge ugly garden statue. Poodie just shrugs and says, too little too little Juju, which enrages Juju further, who screams, of course, put in your nice box, Jirley. And then adds, that's my line.

Too little too little Pudy. The end. Been a while. Been a while since we heard from those two strange little creatures. I missed them. I missed them. Sometimes I wish I could just swing through Yicconville and visit them myself. And of course, Pudy and Judu have nothing to do with DB Cooper.

If you're confused, new listener, you should be. That was weird. That's especially weird. Okay, so November 25th, new listener, you should be. That was weird. That was especially weird. Okay. So November 25th, 1971, we're back. The morning after the hijacking, Thanksgiving day, search parties began to look for Cooper. They combed the area, was Cooper was suspected to have jumped for several weeks. At one point, the Air Force's top secret SR71 Blackbird spy plane was quietly called into

assist. We learned about that bad boy back in the area, 51 suck. Why was the fastest plane on earth dispatched to find a single person who was either dead or you know, traversing to the forest floor under a blocking canopy of trees will probably because that plane also had what was most likely the world's best surveillance equipment on board. But I didn't find Cooper. Nope. A thick layer of low clouds did not help the search. There was actually five different attempts at photo reconnaissance. Part of that initial FBI search party,

a member was Gary Talis, that rookie agent who was first on the scene at the airport in Seattle. On Thanksgiving morning, he entered a room with a cross section of law enforcement personnel, including season FBI agents, other first office agents like himself, and sheriff's deputies, excuse me, state troopers, police from several jurisdictions,

long time highly respected FBI agent Tom Manning delivered the briefing. He showed a map and talked about the route the plane had taken in a science search tasks. Toulouse was put into a helicopter because he had modest experience with parachute jumping, which seemed to lend itself to the job of hovering throughout the region, looking towards the ground with the help of spotting Cooper. Talas described the area as mountainous adding, it was really stormy weather, a lot of cloud cover, fog, that kind of thing. And I remember flying to clouds

and coming out and here's these mountains right here. Talas didn't agree, at least in the beginning, with colleagues who believed that Cooper did not survive the jump. He later said, my first impression was that we would find his shoot and we'd find him with a broken leg. I never thought he had a problem leaving the airplane. And in fact, I volunteered to jump out of a 727. You know, the injury comes when you impact the earth. I really never even considered the fact that he could have walked out or had been picked up. The

areas we searched did not have roads. Tell us was surprised at how sure others seemed to be the Cooper couldn't possibly have survived, at least for a couple of weeks, not so much as a trace of Cooper or his bright yellow and red parachute ever turned up, rather than conclude the Cooper could have simply hiked to freedom. However, Tows eventually chose to agree in part with the prevailing wisdom of the FBI, which was what, which was that although they couldn't find his remains, Cooper must have surely been dead. To me, that seems like a very convenient stance to take, right? Just go ahead, hijack a plane.

You know, get us to give you the money. Sure. Fine. Sure. Go ahead. Do it. You won't live to spend that money if you jump out of that plane. You're not going to, you're not going to live if you, if you, if you parachute out. I mean, I mean, that's the message you would want the public to hear to discourage more people from hijacking planes. You know during a time when plane hijackings are already out of control. When he was interviewed decades later, Tallah speculated that Cooper had been injured when he hit the ground, buried the shoots, probably unable to get out of the wilderness because there was no roads wound up with quote, his bones scattered all over the world after scavenging birds and small animals picked his rotting body apart.

But a fast growing faction of copper of Cooper as Robin Hood enthusiasts insisted that the absence of physical evidence negated the so-called splatter theory that had been popularized by the FBI. While FBI agents in Oregon and Washington scoured the ground looking for Cooper, other agents in the Washington DC headquarters spent their Thanksgiving searching the Bureau's crime records. If Cooper was dumb enough to use his own name, they wanted grow every day and Cooper they could find who had a fill up a philonious past one of the people that have speaking to his a man who was inconvenient being named

db cooper who happened to live in portland organ they soon determined he had nothing to do with a hijacking i'd be a bummer man i lived out of the unfortunate name that situation i live down the street from another dan comans right after graduate college who apparently loved nothing more than getting credit cards, maxing them out, and then never paying them. And I had his debt collectors harass me for years trying to get his money.

Probably worse to have the FBI show up at your door thinking that you hijacked your plane. Although cooler story to tell, you know, was the FBI here earlier today looking for you? They sure were ladies. A week after the hijacking in early December, four letters, all signed, DB Cooper were mailed to newspapers. The first and fourth envelopes were delivered in Reno, Nevada, a daily in Vancouver, British Columbia received a second and the third went to a paper in Portland, Oregon. Each of the letters made a point of ridicule in the authorities conducting the search

with three carefully composed from words cut out of papers and magazines and pasted onto a sheet of paper. When the authorities originally examined them, they apparently did not notice a possible hints about the center and the post marks. The Vancouver and Portland envelopes were rubber stamps in these towns, respectively, meaning that the writer very likely had been traveling through those areas when they were mailed. But the first and last envelopes both sent to Reno from northern California were another matter. However, those letters have never led to his capture. Neither did a young boy's 1980 discovery

of a rotting package full of $20 bills of $5,800 and all that matched the ransom money serial numbers. Did DB intentionally leave some of that money to throw people off his trail? Did he accidentally drop some or is the rest rotting out there in the woods somewhere along with the rest of his body? After a few weeks with nothing found, the search was called off. Leads in the DB Cooper hijacker case, including those letters would be investigated by the FBI and other slutes for the next 45 years, no one was ever found. The FBI finally closed their investigation into DB Cooper just recently on July 8, 2016.

However, despite the investigation being officially over, there are several interesting suspects to look at. So let's hop out of this timeline and check them out! Good job, soldier. You made it back. Barely. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! Alright, so let's start off with the main suspect in the DB Pupacouper case. This man out of the suspects that have been thoroughly examined is who most seem to believe to be DB Cooper. Robert Rackstraw. Robert or Zyte call him because it makes me smile. Bob, why does somebody name Robert or Bob go by Bob? Bob, Bob was a former special forces pair trooper explosive expert in pilot slash conman who uh... has lived under about twenty two different aliases uh... who now lives uh... you know somewhere around sandiego as seventy three year old

man i was limited to suspect by the fbi in nineteen seventy nine but lot of db obsessive investors still think he's a dude and i gotta say they make they make a compelling case. Robert Bobbert Wesley, DB Pupar Cooper, Rackstra was born in Ohio, 1943. He grew up in a divorce family who moved to a secluded area of the Santa Cruz Mountains, South of San Jose, California when he was a young boy. He was interested like a lot of little boys and airplanes from an early age, built a lot of model airplanes, got way into model airplanes. I did that for a while. Good old super glue. Oh man, work good, smelled better. I didn't do drugs as a kid,

but I did build a lot of model airplanes in rooms without open windows, so I kind of did do a lot of drugs as a kid. Old super glue and model airplane paint gets you dizzy and light headed quick. Unlike me, a little little bobert got more into planes than I did as he got older. When his family took a trip to Arizona to visit relatives in 1960, 17 year old bobert got to meet his uncle, 48 year old John Ed Pupr Cooper, a sky diver who would tell you more than 2000 jumps during his lifetime. Bobert followed him

around during the trip, hanging on his every word. All he wanted to do was hear about skydiving by the end of the journey. Bobbert was hooked. It's impossible to know the full impact of that experience on young Bobbert, but seven years later, he did become a pair of trooper. Three years before he became a pair of trooper, he also chose to go by the name of Cooper out of respect for his uncle Ed Cooper. That's an interesting coincidence for sure. Not legally known as Cooper, but went by Cooper. Uh, Bobbert was also allegedly quite a charmer. He got

a couple of girls pregnant in high school. His sister Linda Lee would later say he lied to girls a lot. He would, he wouldn't tell one. He was dating another. He didn't seem concerned if he hurt somebody. Others in his family also say he lied a lot that he became quite the con man. His family couldn't figure out which part of what he said was true and which part was invented half the time. Young Bobbert started sounding like a textbook sociopath sociopath. You know never bothered by the fact that his constant lies and deceptions hurt other people. His sister would say he had no moral compass, not well liked by the fam. He married Gail Marx and they would go on to have three kids together.

In 1964, 21-year-old Rackstraud joined the California National Guard, excelled at training in advanced military techniques such as Halo, High Altitude, Low Opening, Parachute Jumping, and January 1967, Corporal Robert W. Rackstra, now in the U.S. Army Reserve, was transferred to Fort Benning, Georgia, where he attended four weeks of infantry jump school, followed by an eight week class in demolition training in Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Rackstra earned his reserve sergeant stripes and left Fort Bragg to return to his growing California family. On weekdays, he would begin taking microwave engineering classes at Cabrillo College.

And on the next 43 weekends, he trained with the US NavyS. Navy Reserve in scuba underwater, underwater demolition and weapons practice. During this period, he also did himself a second social security number, which is odd. Why would you do that? Unless you were maybe leading a second life. Gail filed for a divorce from Bobber, 1968, three years before the hijacking. She would claim spousal abuse in a divorce request that was printed in a local paper. She quickly changed her mind, though, and the two remained married for a few more years. On May 9, 1969, Rackstra graduated from flight school.

He learned how to fly helicopters, and then he left to go fight in Vietnam. He ended up initially working in a maintenance hanger repairing helicopters during the war, fell a little pilot, Wayne Olmsted, then 21, said he flew and bumped with Rackstraw in Vietnam, said he was a fearless, very likable guy if a little crazy. He always had unauthorized weapons around, like a browning army rifle, AK-47s and grenade

launchers. He would also make these satchel charges, which is like a dynamite type charge. He soon left working in maintenance to begin regularly flying choppers and aerial missions. He learned how to conduct low air speed, nap of the earth reconnaissance flights, frequently hovering over suspected enemy locations to mark the sights with smoke grenades for helicopter gunships.

And then six weeks after getting the chance to conduct these aerial missions, which required a high level of security clearance, he was no longer allowed to conduct them army investigators research in his background for his security clearance became aware of some troubling behavior he'd exhibited uh... growing up in san francura's county california it's unknown exactly what they uncovered uh... could have been his authorship of

those two teenage pregnancies uh... there was an early drug driving arrest on his record some some fake IDs he created uh... his ex-wife extreme cruelty claim in public divorce records There was an early drunk driving arrest on his record, some fake IDs he created, his ex-wife's extreme cruelty claim in public divorce records. There was a front page jail arson fire he committed after getting arrested for drunk driving. Any one of these would have canceled the Department of Defense Security application. Despite losing clearance, he didn't stop fighting the war. On March 1, 1970, a newspaper article stated that Rackstraw was awarded a distinguished

flying cross. DFC, the nation's highest of aviation award for taking a high risk action, presumably a presumably a rescue where he went above and beyond the call of duty. On April 17th, he was again recognized for courage this time with the silver star for exceptionally gallant action during an intense Vietcong mortar barrage and ground attack on surrounded American forces, Rackstraw skillfully maneuvered his helicopter into the firebase and quickly competed quickly completed the vital evacuation of several wounded soldiers. Or did he do any of that? Investigators have since stated that old newspaper articles about bobbert uh... you know uh...

he would point to his claims of him having done the stuff appear to be for juries in the sense that it appears he he lied to editors back home about his war exploits to get this uh... this bullshit printed the work of a con man uh... and then he got into more trouble with the military nineteen seventy one back in the states raxx draws commanding officer became aware that bobbert was

beaten his wife uh... again insisted that his wifeackstraw's commanding officer became aware that Bobbert was beaten his wife. Again, insisted that his wife, this commanding officer insisted that his wife, Gail, and their kids be taken into his own residence where his wife and military guards would personally stand between them and anything Rackstraw might try to do. A report of Bobbert choking his wife apparently triggered a discrete army investigation that would go on for many weeks during which time Bobrett was stripped of his post at army aviation. Meanwhile, the commander advised Gail, the strongest possible terms to enter marriage and leave him saying she'd be safest if she were far away from this man. Four months later, at Fort Rucker, on the very same day that he was

certified for commercial helicopter and fixed wing instruction. Rackstraw got the paperwork for the divorce, his wife had filed for. Then on June 21st, 1971, just five months before the DB Cooper hijacking, a flood of other past deceptions caught up with the 27-year-old Rackstraw. It had been discovered that he had never attended either the University of Southern California

or San Jose State University. San Jose State University, as he had claimed, let alone a graduated from either place. In fact, Rackstra had not even finished high school. What's more, it was established that he had lied numerous times about his military rank and exaggerated the number of medals he had earned. Rackstra was now a documented con artist. He was compelled to resign and shame from the military career he loved for conduct, unbecoming, and officer. Official documents reveal he received a general discharge under honorable as in below honorable conditions, which two county officials years later were characterized in his court records

as less than honorable. An army attorney explained that a general discharge is usually given to soldiers who have engaged in minor misconduct or have received non-judicial punishment under Article 15 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice. The biting words of a testifying army superior read in a Stockton, California courtroom, one of the two worst lieutenants I have ever seen, his leaving the army is a great asset to the service. So Rackstra, no doubt now is infuriated with his expulsion, he's very angry. He's a man bearing a grudge as DB Cooper would soon claim.

The day after getting kicked out, the disgraced army leader immediately stops making payments on his lease car, packs up his belongings, takes off for the Pacific Northwest. Doesn't even bother to let his extended California family know where he's going. Bobber decides to use his pilot qualifications to get work in Washington state. As he would explain years later, his plan was to start a light plane service for realtors in the Northwest, enabling them to have aerial photography done to show off their prime properties.

One might argue that would also be the perfect way for a disgruntled pilot to take a thorough bird's eye, look around at the rugged, heavily forested mountains between Portland, Seattle, that DB Cooper would very soon jump into. It was an opportunity to exhaustively survey some of the harshest train found anywhere in the United States, analyze what possibilities might be a hand of someone were to someday perform a daring, dangerous parachute jump directly into that wilderness. Later in 1978, he'd get arrested on charges of murdering his stepfather, the case went to trial, but he was acquitted. In 1979, he faced charges of aircraft theft, possession of explosives and check fraud. He spent more than a year in jail and was released in 1980.

So we have a guy here who was in the area of the crime when the crime went down, a guy with a documented knowledge of parachuting, like a lot of it, a con man dedicated, a documented con man, you know, light to the military, a charming ladies man, you know, he was also a wife beer with a charming, charming ladies man. I think I was in the play with way he kind of charmed those fight attendants, a guy who admittedly moved to the Northwest, basically just went off to grid a few months before the hijacking incurred who planned on doing no aerial surveillance work over the exact area DB Cooper jumped

in do. A guy with a fast nation with explosives, a guy who is familiar with explosives, a guy who had chosen to go by the name of Cooper at one point. You know, his uncle was paired Cooper, Ed Cooper. So I do see why so many think he could have done it. Also retired lieutenant colonel Ken overturf, a rackstraw's former Vietnam commander believes that, you know, that this guy, this Robert had the skills to live through the jump. I don't believe the question of whether rackstraw was capable of jumping from a 727 is even pertinent. Over-Turf would say when interviewed about Bobbert, he pointed out the jumping from that staircase is much easier than a side door jump. The jumper experiences a lot less

turbulence from the rear than from the side. An experienced jumper or even a really crazy less experienced jumper would have no issue with going out the back of an aircraft at an airspeed of plus or minus 200 knots. So he thinks it was very possible. Over-turve added that Rackstra had the intellect and capabilities to determine the best type of parachute and do the necessary calculations to make the jump and arrange for a successful recovery. But for reasons, we'll probably never fully know the FBI does not think that he's the guy. Another Cooper suspect who's gotten, I guess the most recent press is a man named Walter Recha.

In 1971, Walter was witness hanging out at a bar at the Portland Airport the day before the DB Cooper hijacking. He was overheard asking a woman if she thought BD Stupor was a cool name. She said no, he said, all right, what about a P.P. Snuper? And when she said no, again, he said, how about easy pooper? And she got up and walked away. Minus later, Walter was hurt mumbling to himself.

She just said DB Cooper. And then, she was had $200,000. And then moments after that, he said, I want to hide you have to fuck I want these planes tomorrow. Despite the seven and FBI ruled Walter out of being a suspect in 1972, when they asked him point blank, if he did it and he said,

well, I get in trouble if I say yes, I will. Then no, no, I did not do that. No, of course, that's nonsense. No, just this past spring I did not do that. No, of course that's nonsense. No, just this past spring, an 84 year old Floridian named Carl Charlie Lauren published a book called Easy Pooper, the true story of P.P. Snewpert, aka, DB Cooper. Now, that's not the name of it. He released a book that claims to identify the iconic Skyjack or DB Cooper called DB Cooper

and me, a criminal, a spy, my best friend. Um, it traces the alleged exploits of Detroit native Walter R. Peca, Reca. Lauren says that Reca was a lifelong covert operative for the CIA and other agencies of the intelligence community, possibly even the KGB and Mossat red flags, a lot of red flags happening with this aspect. The old, my buddy was a covert operative for the CIA story, loved by wack and noodles everywhere because you can't just prove it, you know, just like you can't just prove like I was a covert operative in the CIA or, you know,

or IC aliens all the time. Yeah, you can't prove when someone's saying that kind of stuff, that it's not true. But in your gut, you know, that they're probably full of shit. I've met a few people who claim to have been top secret bad asses and I've strongly suspected they were completely full of shit every single time. But who knows, let's give Recha, you know a chance, I guess. Lauren's story starts in Michigan during the 1950s where Lauren and Recha were members of a skydiving team

attached to the Michigan Air National Guard. A friendship ensued which lasted in spurts until until 2014. When Reckon died at 80, Lauren says that his suspicions that his friend Walter was actually DB Cooper began the night of the skyjacking. Walter Reckon was tough as nails. He said in a principia, principia publishing's book or a book published by a principiate publishing at this press conference for principiate books in Grand Rapids, Michigan in mid May, 2018.

He characterized Recha as being the most skilled and fearless skydiver in the Pacific Northwest, attributes the DB Cooper needed to successfully conduct the only skyjacket in the U.S. that has never been solved until now. And he said, I know Walter Recka was DB Cooper because Walter Recka was DB Cooper. Lauren proclaimed, that's an exact quote.

That's an interesting way to prove something. That sounds like something in 84 year old would say, just some grouchy old, 84 year old. How do I know that Walter Recka was DB Cooper? Because he was DB Cooper. Because I said so, God damn it, how dare you question me. I was fighting wars long before you were shitting in diapers, or sucking on your mom's teeth, or letting your bunk bed

you literally livers candy ass. Now what was I saying? Walter Racka was DB Cooper. Hey, hold on, who's DB Cooper? Don't lecture me. Walter Racco slept with my wife at seven of the bitch. I'll have him strung up. He was a crout.

He was naughty spy. I always suspected he was part-commer. He was harrassed too curly. Peacers and ricotta cheese. That's about all I eat anymore. Now stop talking to me about this DB Cooper fella. I ain't queer and I ain't tugging on him or any other fella. One time I loved a man. Has a long time ago. Uh, now my

feet ache at night. I'll fight you bare handed if you try to talk to me about P.B. Cooper again. P-nuts give me gas and I don't handle milk talk to as well I used to. I'll get off my plane. Cron. Contact's about to come on television. I want to be late for supper. Okay, obviously I mock Lauren a bit for being a little older, but according to a book review, he does mess up most of the details of the skyjacking, like known details, including the flight path, the types of parachutes used, exit points, behavioral characteristics. So, you know, in his book, he doesn't even get the known parts of the story correct.

You know, in his book, he doesn't even get the known parts of the story correct. Yet he and his principal publisher Vern Jones cite a slew of bizarre, but intriguing pieces of evidence. I'm not sure I trust a man named Vern, any more than I trust a crazy old man. Probably because Vern was the name Ernest P. Whirl, that crazy character from all the Ernest movies back in the 80s and 90s, used to address the audience. Remember that? You know, you know what I mean Vern I burn I burn you know I mean burn lower and in Vern point at an alleged eyewitness account given by Jeff Oshadas This name is so fucked up OSI a DA CZ You know what if you have that last name and your pistol I can't pronounce it no one fucking cares

Everyone's been missed no one everyone's hated your name your whole life What's your name oh Sa there's there's there's there's too many vows too many vows It looks like check or something this name a saga. I don't care Jeff. We're in calm Jeff. It's fucked that last name Jeff a former cop Says that he encountered Recha the night of the skyjack and walking alongside a mountain road near Clea-Lam, Washington, and then conversed with him and nearby diner.

This is the main evidence that Recha was supposedly DB Cooper. This Jeff says that Recha was soaking wet, wearing a black suit, carrying a bundled up raincoat in his arm. The diner was nearly empty and Recha approached Jeff and asked where they were. Jeff informed him that they were four miles east of Pleyale. About a hundred miles east of Seattle and Reka in turn asked Jeff to call a friend named Don Brennan in Heartline, Washington, another 100 miles further east and give him driving directions. Jeff said that he compiled, sorry, Jeff said that he complied with Reka's request.

At that point, Jeff left to perform a guitar gig local ground group uh... grange hall and only rejoined this drama in two thousand sixteen when jones and his investigatory invest a tutorial team tracked him down through local newspaper reporter and clinton bulls shit get the fuck out of here

the db cooper high jacking was a big national story. There were FBI search teams all over South, you know, East or Southwest, Washington. And I've been to Clea, multiple times. It's right off I 90 just east of snow, call me pass towards the eastern base of the cascades. Cooper demanded they fly the plane at a low altitude. So going straight over the cascades near Clea, them would not have sense at all. It doesn't make any sense geographically. It's too far north, too close to the mountains. It's also nowhere near the flight path that took flight 305 over Portland, Oregon. I mean, the crew of flight 305, including the pilot who was finally fucking plain,

saw the Cooper jump 25 miles north of Portland. Clellum is 94 miles via flight east of Seattle. I'm sorry, 95 miles via flight from Portland. It's not even close. If you look at a map, it's not even close. You got Seattle over there in the pew to sound, and over east, you got clear, well then south, you got port, it's like the plane would have to go

way east, then curve way back west, then it doesn't make any sense. And let's say DB Cooper did land near Cleelam for argument's sake. But then who sees a man in a suit and a business suit? Out in the woods. Soak you wet. Walkin' alongside a rural mountain road,

a man that I before thanked to you and who doesn't even fuckin' know where he is. And then you don't connect that man to maybe being DB Cooper, the guy who's on the front page of the paper, that same, like the very next day, until 45 years later, you know who does that? A guy who's full of shit.

Get out of here. Apparently, Reck got before he died in 2014, told Lauren that he bailed from flight 305 over Cleelam, doesn't make sense. Landed close to the highway where he spotted by Jeff. He says the FBI and crew has provided a misdirection when it comes to the truth of the flight path. Why would they do that? Why would the FBI knowingly send search parties to the wrong part of the country so that they could definitely not find the hijacking suspect? Vern and Lauren just sound like bigger morons by the second.

Right? No, they would never do that. We want to lure the suspect into a false sense of security and feel safe. So we've probably thinking hats on. And we decided to conduct a search party in an area where we knew the search suspect would for sure not be in. So you can out smocked the fox, you know, where we knew the search suspect would first sure not be in. Ha ha.

So you can out smocked the fox, you know, or whatever that thing is. Don't you think that that just about guarantees the suspect will never be caught since when crimes aren't solved in the first 48 hours of the odds, it'll ever be solved, a dramatically reduced.

Is the, oh, shit. Is that true? Man, dang it. I forgot about that I feel excuse me I have some lost time to make up for yeah when confronted with several story and consistency in an interview a verne shifted away from hijacking details and then just discussed various deals of recce secretive interesting past including his many foreign passports, vaccination, certificates, diaries that seem to validate the career as a spy. He supposedly had an identity card issued by the KGB, supposedly had passports issued in

Recha's name by the UK, Soviet Union and the US, because, you know, you can't possibly force that stuff. Recha also supposedly told Verne that he killed people in all those countries, working for various spy agencies Rekha also confessed to his niece Lisa story that he had assassinated a Middle Eastern diplomat named Abu Dob He also told her he was never an employee of the CIA or M6 T or M1 M16 whatever per se But rather was a freelance contract covert operative, a mercenary for

hire. This guy actually like, he was like the joke version of Chuck Norris, the biggest badass in history. Get out of here. Lauren also claimed that he was, he once took some discarded tissue from one of Walter Trashkins, sent it to an attorney friend to have Reckas DNA tested. You know, as old friends do, and that the attorney then betrayed his trust and sent the DNA sample to the FBI, and then he says that Reck had contacted him asking why the FBI had

reached out to him, asking him about the DNA sample, asking him if it was his, pressing him with questions about DB Cooper, you know, like the FBI does. Like they just call people up and just go, Hey, are you DB Cooper? Cause we've been looking for you. I don't do that. And then after this betrayal, uh, this alleged betrayal, Recha stopped becoming friends with Lauren, but then later randomly reconnected. And then Recha, for some reason eventually told Lauren quote,

I can't lie to you anymore Charlie. I am DB Cooper. And I think with all that info, we can stop looking at wreck as a viable DB Cooper suspect. Here's what happened. A Lion Old Man wrote a shitty book about another Lion Old Man stories published by an idiot or some similar variation of this equation. However, despite how ludicrous this DB Cooper claim hits the book DB Cooper and me a criminal as by my best friend has 28 reviews and a 4.5 star rating on Amazon. And I want to look at those reviews

in today's idiots of the internet. David Rochelle gave this stinking heap of investigative horse shit five out of five stars, writing, book just arrived. Super, super easy read. Hard to put down an extremely well-written, exciting read. Yes, you know instantly, and then all caps, this is the real DB Cooper, plenty of proof including and details. What? Plenty of proof including and details. Did you mean there are details of proof?

Like, I like that it doesn't seem as if the details are important to you. But you're glad those to turn the story. You know, like guys, this book proves who DB Cooper is and not only does it do that, it also provides details of proof of who DB Cooper is. David continues saying, explains how the same man committed a small robbery following the exact same modus operandi. Although this time in restaurants restaurant, offering the young

very frightened waitress a portion of the ransom money for her stress and trouble, he at the time also acted like a gentleman robber, a la James Bond. Then the book explains how the author knew him for years. As part of a group of ex-military paratroopers who from the 1950s developed their own dare devil, even reckless style of parachute jump mini club stating that the only thing bad that happened to them was a few broken bones. LOL right? Shall I continue? Walt worked for branches of the CIA before and after the hijacking only post he was subject

to a only post he was subject to a form of mk ultra to ensure loyalty. Well, David, if you listen to this podcast, could you please contact me? For real, please contact me. Hit me up on social media. I want to sell you some stuff. I want to sell you so much stuff. I want to sell you so much over price, not what I say to this stuff, because apparently you will believe literally fucking anything Someone tells you, you know guys check out Dan coming still me. This is a real piece of the arc of the covenant He sold to me. He sold me the small piece of wood which I will admit does look like a like a piece of plywood from Home Depot for only $20,000

Part of God's magic chest. It has a barcode staple on two for some reason, but I don't even care. It was $20,000. Part of God's magic chest. It has a barcode staple on to it for some reason, but I don't even care. It was $20,000. How do I know it's real? LOL. Shall I continue? He told me it's real. David continues. Even if it's later proven, he's not DB.

This in itself is the most interesting part of the book. And why in my humble opinion, he wanted his story told, wait, whoa, wait, why? David, just a few sentences earlier, in all caps you wrote, you know instantly this is the real DB Cooper. And now you're saying, you know what? Maybe not, maybe not, but who cares?

Cause it's interesting as hell, you know? It's almost like you don't even, you don't even think about what you're writing at all. David wraps up with something I cannot for the life of me get my head around. I don't know what he's talking about here. He writes, he was a good Polish Catholic. Pray daily, very heavy smoker, drank heavily, extreme excitement, rush junkie, super dare devil, admittedly lousy father, iron worker, fluent in Russian, Polish and convert convert conversant in other languages as well definitely not stupid

I like How in pointing out why someone is definitely not stupid you list very heavy smoker drank heavily in iron worker He can't be really stupid He smokes a lot drinks quite a bit and he works with iron Ta-da Okay Ta-da! Okay, let's move on. My head hurts a little bit, not sure if I feel off because of David's nonsense, or because I just said the word Polish, which always just, it makes me a little sick.

Just po- ugh. It's just Polish, you know? Proof to Satan's real. I like Amazon, also gives this book Five Stars, saying saying this is an amazing documentary written by Carl So professiony written. I'm amazed since he is not a professional writer You don't read documentaries. You dumb shit. You watch them. You only watch documentaries You read nonfiction books Biographies mysteries you watch documentaries the evidence here convinces me that Walt is B.D. Cooper.

That's what he says next. Walt is B.D. Cooper. Okay, all right, maybe he is B.D. Cooper, but is he D.B. Cooper, the person we're talking about? I know it's just silly little mistake, but... And then he says, I will be interesting to watch over time to see if the evidence will hold up. If you wonder like me, how could the FBI not get this figured out?

Just take a look at how the FBI could not figure out Hillary's email crimes. They just did not want to and they already knew the truth. Great book. Buy it. You get it. I like Amazon. You fucking get it. You know what? You get it. You get it, I like Amazon. You fucking get it. You know what, you get it. You get life.

The FBI doesn't like to figure out things out. They don't like figuring things out. You like reading documentaries. You love books that solve mysteries by presenting nonsense for evidence. You should meet up with the two reviewers. I've already talked about and start some kind of important think tank.

Over, bounce it just for a second, over to goodreads.com, Kyler Baldwin reviews this book, given it four out of five stars and also letting everyone know he loves to write only in simple sentences. And he likes to write a lot of them. He writes DB Cooper and me is about how Carl tries to figure out how DB Cooper is. Co writes about all the proof he has of DB Cooper being his friend. He tries to get Walter Carl's friend to say he is DB Cooper. I like the book because it was interesting to see how Carl and Walter met and see their

friendship with others develop. I also liked how much detail there was in the book. There was a lot of accidents almost leading to death, but the guys did not have fears. I did like that it had a lot of detail in the personal lives of main characters, but there was not much detail on the part of the FBI. I wish it had some more things the FBI had to go throw to try and find out who DB Cooper was. The book got a little slow in the middle because it was all just about parachuting and

what happened during all of those years. The book was a calmer kind of book. There was not any war involved, even though they did serve in wars. Overall the book was good. It could have been better. Ah, you want 5 out of 5 stars from Kyler Carl? You write some books that are less calm you son of a bitch. That's how you get from good to better.

Sicking your calm ass books. Finally, user James Clark gives a book, five stars back in Amazon writing, excellent compelling read, Carl Lorentel's a fascinating story. He sure does tell a fascinating story, James. It's exactly what it is, it's a fucking story. It's a made up silly story. Let's get out of here and look at some few more suspects. Some of which do appear to be more credible.

All right, let's talk about Lynn Doyle Cooper. 2001, a woman named Marla Cooper, publicly suggested her late uncle, Lynn Doyle Cooper or LD was DB Cooper. Her mother, Grace Haley, was LD's sister. She agreed with her daughter, Sterey, and had some interesting evidence to back up some family claims. I've always had a gut feeling it was LD, Haley told ABC News. I think it was more what I didn't know is, I think it was more what I didn't know is what made me suspicious than what I did

know because whenever the topic came up and immediately got cut off again. Healy says that LD grew up in Sisters, Oregon and was familiar with the area where the hijacker jumped, a fact that is consistent with the FBI's theory that DB Cooper knew the Pacific Northwest. He was also a war veteran, which matches the theory that the hijacker had a military background. He was a logger and an outdoors masters the theory that the hijacker had a military background. He was a logger and an outdoorsman tough enough, hailey believes to leap out of a plane into the wilderness and survive. And he also showed up to a family Thanksgiving gathering in 1971, the day after the jump, looking quite beat up. Said there'd been a car accident for the purposes of fingerprint

testing. Marla Cooper gave the FBI a guitar strap that LD left behind, but it was found not conducive to lifting fingerprints. Okay, so this suspect is better than the last one. Last name of Cooper, military experience, knew the area. However, sisters is 101 miles southeast of Portland by as far as how the crow flies. But it is, it is along the flight path to Reno and the crew doesn't know for sure that little bump they felt was DB jumping. So maybe pretty funny if part of his plan was to show up at the family Thanksgiving dinner, like as part of an alibi. You know, I bet that turkey taters gravy tastes extra good.

If you know you have an extra $200,000 in cash now, I think almost anything feels better if you have a lot of cash along with it, like an extra pile of cash. I like having a couch here in the stock dungeon, but I would like it more if it was made of cash. Like a cash couch, probably not very comfortable to sit in, but far and away the best kind of couch. Then there's Dwayne Weber, the FBI will have you know that Dwayne Weber, who claimed to be Cooper on his deathbed,

was ruled out by DNA testing. But in 2000, he was still a promising suspect. According to a CBS news report, in 1995, hospitalized in Florida with kidney disease, Dwayne Weber motioned to his wife to come close. After 17 years of marriage, there was something she needed to know. He says, come here, come closer. Joe Weber recalled, he says, I have his secret to tell you, I'm Dan Cooper. Since her husband's death, 9.75, Joe Weber started to piece together clues over the years.

Joe recalled the sleep-talking nightmare Dwayne had about leaving fingerprints on a plane. An old knee injury, he claimed he got from jumping out of a plane. The local library book on DB Cooper with Dwayne Weber's handwriting and the margins, the items she stumbled across during 17 years of marriage. I can't walk away from it. Joe says now, why would he have an old Northwest airline ticket? Why would he take me to a place where some of the money was found? Why all of this? There's too many pieces of the puzzle that fit, like some of the money was

later found. So apparently where they found that little bundle of cash, you know, later, or where they found that little bundle of cash, I guess they went there before and he had pointed this out to her. So maybe he did it, you know, probably not because of the DNA testing, but you know, I know it's possible to make mistakes with DNA testing. There's also the very intriguing possibility of Richard McCoy. This guy looks like a strong candidate to me. DB Cooper's daring, escapade inspired copycat crimes. The most high profile was perpetrated by a man who some suspect wasn't a copycat at all.

Richard Floyd McCoy, Jr., a Vietnam veteran, former Green Beret helicopter pilot and avid skydiver who was studying law at Brigham Young University. Here's what we know about this guy. McCoy hijacked a plane in 1972, paratrooded to freedom with half a million dollars, but was captured days later, having left behind way more evidence than whoever committed the 1971 heist. Convicted of the 1972 crime, he then busted out a jail in August of 1974. He used his access to the prison's dental office to fashion a fake handgun out of dental paste.

That's mind-blowing. Then he was killed three months later in an FBI shootout in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Although his age, 29, the time of the Cooper hijack, and the fact that he had an alibi has cast some serious doubts. A 1991 book about his exploits raised his race his ranking on the who was db Cooper matrix db Cooper the real McCoy co-authored by an xfbi agent named Russell claim was published in 1991 the book made the case that Cooper and McCoy were the same person citing similar methods of hijacking and a tie left by Cooper similar to those worn by

bring them young university students. The author said that McCoy never admitted nor denied he was Cooper and when McCoy was directly asked about whether he was Cooper, he replied, I don't want to talk to you about it. The agent who killed McCoy is quoted as saying, when I shot Richard McCoy, I shot DB Cooper at the same time. The widow of Richard McCoy, Karen Burns McCoy, did sue and win a settlement from both the books co-authors and his publisher. I will say the composite drawing of DB Cooper,

if you've ever done an image search for DB Cooper or seen a picture of DB Cooper, this is the picture you've seen. There's like this one by far the most known picture. That sketch looks a lot like Richard McCoy, like exactly almost. I mean, the alibi was provided by his family, so I don't know, maybe they lied to protect him. It is possible. If it wasn't Bobbert Rackstra, I vote Richard McCoy. Last suspect, there are others on the web, but they seem less credible than this guy,

William Gossett. Described as a quirky guy with a military background in the necessary physical characteristics, college instructor Gossett, who died in 2003, told both of his sons several times he was the hijacker. His son Kirk recalls taking a strange trip to Vancouver, Canada with his father two years after the hijacking, possibly the stashed ransom money into a safety deposit box there. ABC News reported that the FBI was skeptical of William Gossett's claims. There is not one link to the DB Cooper case other than the statements Gossett made to someone said FBI, special agent Larry Carr who oversaw the Cooper investigation

for years. Gossett had military experience, including wilderness survival, resembled the FBI composite sketch of Cooper. Also, Gossett's eldest son Greg said that his father, a compulsive gambler, who was always strapped for cash, showed him wads of cash just before Christmas 1971, just weeks after the Cooper hijacking. He speculated that his father then gambled the money away and lost Vegas. So have we solved the DB Cooper mystery? No. But now you know what it's all about.

What's funny to me is that we now know for sure that some of these suspects are seriously full of shit. Best case, one of them is not lying. You know, worst case, they're just all lying. What a weird thing to do. To claim to have done something like hijack a plane, make that claim to your family, like numerous times,

when you know it never happened, it's so odd and pathetic. Like that is just not something I would be interested in ever doing. Like I just couldn't keep up the lie. Hey, hey, hey, hey, kind of a row. Come here, I need to talk to you about something. I need, come here, I need to talk to you about something.

I've been keeping the secret for a long time, but I want you to know that I am JK Rowling's Ghostwriter. Yeah, yeah, yeah, no for real. No, hey, hey, it's for real for real. I wrote the Harry Potter books I came up with Dumbledore Harry Hermione Dobby that ugly ginger family. I saw me a wizard's Spiders unicorns all that shit. I thought of all that shit. Gollum Soron the elves Frodo, you know hobbits C3PO

She didn't write all that. I wrote that Dad, I think you're confusing Lord the Rings and maybe even some of Star Wars with Terry Potter You know what buddy? Hey, you know the problem is it's not me, you know, listen, I've created so many awesome characters that it's harder to remember all of the genius stuff I've done. It's called burden of knowledge. You wouldn't even know anything about it. So don't tell your friends. Don't tell your friends that I'm the guy. I am the real author of Harry Potter. I wrote all the orcs stuff and everything. Just unless they keep, unless they and everything just unless they keep unless they promise to keep a secret If they promise to keep a secret then tell them. Yeah, you should tell everybody Tell you know what tells me maybe it was one of school shit

So strange who did it? Well probably never know but until they find strong evidence of his death I'm just gonna kind of think that some crazy some of bitch pulled it off some of somebody actually hijacked a plane got $2,000 1971 parachuted down, down, near the Western Oregon and Washington border, and got away with it. Someone who sat down, read articles about the FBI, hunting him down, smirking, and knowing they never catch him a couple of days later. Mast up if you really think about it,

but also pretty cool in a mess up way. You know, he wasn't a good guy, but he also didn't hurt anybody. Didn't even insult anyone. He did get his money, he did jump out into the cold, dark sky, he did leave us wondering to this day what happened next. Time now, top five takeaways. Time suck, tough, five takeaways. Number one, people used to hijack flights in America all the time. Stilting that so crazy. Between 1968 and 1972 over 130 American airplanes

were hijacked in the United States. There were 40 commercial aircraft hijackings in just 1969. Number two, prior to 1973 airports had no security screening and you didn't even need to show ID to get on a plane with a suitcase that would not pass through a metal detector that no

one was going to search. Thank you, TSA. Thank you, Air Marshals. Let's please never go back to this old system. Number three, on November 24, 1971, the day before Thanksgiving at 250 PM, someone claiming to be DB Cooper hijacked Northwest Airlines Flight 305, departing Portland, Oregon, and headed for C-TAC airport between Seattle and Tacoma. By around 8pm, he was jumping into the sky with $200,000 in cash and parachuting somewhere over either Washington or Oregon and he's never been definitively

found since. Number four, numerous suspects have emerged in the hunt for DB Cooper, the most likely suspect, probably Robert Rackstra. Oh, Bobber retired pilot, ex-con known liar who got kicked out of the military had his wife leave him just months before the hijacking. Someone who didn't tell a family member was where he was going, other than who he's going to the Pacific Northwest, someone who could have easily been in Portland, that area of the day of the hijacking. Rackstra lives now in the San Diego area and his attorney has addressed the DB Cooper allegations

saying it's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. All right. Number five, new info. One more suspect whose name entered the phrase just as past November, excuse me, the Oregonian reported on November 13th an anonymous army data analyst sent off findings to the FBI pointing at a new suspect and stating that in my professional opinion, there are too many connections to be simply acquaintance. The researcher determined a man named William J. Smith was the person who hijacked commercial

airline or 1971 and then parachuted from the jet in a business suit with $200,000 in ransom money. Smith died when he was 89, but a yearbook of his included a list of alumni who were killed during World War II. One named jumped out according to the Oregonian, Ira Daniel Cooper. Smith was a New Jersey native who worked at the Oak Island Railyard in Newark,

the analyst determined. The anonymous analyst found Smith had served in the US Navy, and the experienced Smith gained working on the railroads would have helped him find railroad tracks and possibly hop a train back east after parachuting from the plane. I believe he would have been able to see interstate five from the air. The analyst told the Oregonian adding a real line to the time ran parallel to the roadway. The analyst hypothesized that Smith and his wife, woman named Dolores, may have been in

on the hijacking together. Dolores retired at the fairly young age of 54. A grudge against Penn Central may have also been a motivating factor for Smith. The analyst told the Oregonian, Penn Central went bankrupt in 1970, leaving thousands without jobs. The analyst had anger at the corporate establishment may have driven Smith to undertake the hijacking. The Oregonian noted that the FBI had not responded to the data analyst research. The analyst also found several the FBI had not responded to the data and lists research. The analyst also found several other links to bolsterious theory. Smith had been stationed at one time in Fort Lewis and Washington State, 41 miles south of Seattle, and the FBI determined at the

time of the hijacking that DB Cooper was likely familiar with the Seattle area. So just other name and the sea of possibilities, but I thought it was just kind of fun to include because of this theory that he hijacked a plane, parachuted out of it with 200 grand, then found some train tracks, then hopped a train, and then rode the rails back to these coasts. Like if that really happened, maybe the coolest way anyone has ever pulled off a big heist. You know, don't steal. I'm not advocating that, but if you do steal steal try to do it in a way even cooler than that So I can have another fun story to talk about

The DB Puper Cooper mystery sucked. I hope this mystery is ever conclusively solved that we find out he just live on a beach somewhere for years and And then he said that he did it just to see if he could. Big thanks for, you know, to the time stock team for kicking off 2019 with me here. The high priestess of the Suck Harmony Velocamp, Jesse Guardian of Grammar Doberner, Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley, time stock high priest, Alex Dugan, the guys at Bidelixer, Danger Brain, Space Lizards, Merch Wizards, Access Apparel Bitlixer, danger brain, space lizards, merch wizards, access to peril. So proud of all the fun, goofy stuff in the store, badass hoodies, windbreakers, t-shirts, challenge coins, you know, so much more that if they're still there, the A-hole Air

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Going historical next week, talking about Cleopatra. Oh, she up to. What kind of shit was she getting into? According to history.com, Cleopatra ruled ancient Egypt as co-regent, first with her two younger brothers, and then with her son for almost three decades. She became the last in a dynasty of Macedonian rulers, rulers founded by told them who served as general under Alexander the Great during his conquest of Egypt in 332 BCE, well educated and clever.

Cleopatra could speak various languages, served as a dominant ruler in all three of her co-regencies, her romantically aesons, and military alliances with the Roman leaders Julius Caesar and Mark Antony, as well as her supposed exotic beauty and powers of seduction, have earned her an enduring place in history and popular myth. I like it. Smart, powerful, sexy, charming, influential, what's not like. As you digibsion, loving excuse to learn me some more more about Egypt. So tune in, me, sex.

Get smarter, get smarter, or get smarter, or is. Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, Luciferina. Time now for some time, sucker updates. Updates, get your time, sucker updates. All right, DB Cooper update coming in already. This was sent in prior to the show being released from Alabama, sucker, Tyler Montgomery. Tyler writes, Mr. Suck Master's Supreme Spaceless, or Tyler from Birmingham here, DB Cooper Connection incoming. I'm from Portland, Oregon, and my dad's buddy sat two rows ahead of DB Cooper.

That's cool. On the flight when he demanded the money. After it all went down, he was one of the FBI's prime witnesses, but the funny thing is he had no damn clue what was going on. So they kept asking questions, and he had to be like, I don't know, he was an on-descript dude in a suit. Anyways, being from the Pacific Northwest, I've always believed he parachuted into the dense Douglas fir up there

and got tangled in a tree. I don't think there's any other reasonable explanation for someone who has never seen again. Remember, just suck it through a hose. Keep on sucking. Well, let me know, let me know, Tyler, what do you think of this?

If you learn anything new, or if you still think he's hanging, his skeleton's hanging his skeletons hanging out and trees somewhere there. That's awesome. The little connection to the episode. Important shout out request now for Summy coming in from carrying friend Carly Kirk. Carly writes, hello, I do not usually do things like this, but a very dear friend of to me

has been quite down lately. I have reason to believe that she is considering suicide. That is scary. I've done what I can from my perspective, all of this to say I'm not asking for much. I'm not sure how long it takes to read things and when responses are added to the suck, but the friend, this friend and I bonded over the podcast

and the love for the odd and the taboo and historical. We just love learning. I like that. And I think it would brighten her day to hear something on here. And sometimes a little moment like this is all it takes to really change life. Anyway, as I said, I'm not asking much simply that in the responses of one episode she receives this message. Summy, we have been through bad days, good days, heck even bad months, but

we have learned that there's always a reason to keep pushing, always a light, if if you will even if it's just a compliment or the way the sun shines There's something there. I hope this message gets to you and is that light. I love you Obviously you don't have to feel obligated to do this or say it exactly like that if you do It's simply a favor. I suppose. Thank you. Oh, no, thank you Carlis Thank you for for just being a good reminder of what a good person looks like That is yeah, that is fantastic that you did that for your friend and Summy if you're out there don't don't do it Don't let those dark thoughts take over your life Listen listen to the previous two episodes listen, maybe they'll help a little bit from

From over the holidays, you know, you you can you can do a lot in life if you don't give up and and a lot can just be Doing what your friend here did from you. Just send somebody a simple message to kind of turn their perspective around. So I hope you're okay. Inspiration update from Jesse Stinton. Jesse writes, Hey, master sucker, I wanted to share a very personal update. I truly believe I never would have lived to be a space, if not for Nick V. I included this email in the news story,

but I'll give a short version here. He basically came and spoke to them, Reencore Base Camp, Pendleton, while I was there, and going through some pretty tough shit. Feel free to share as much, or as little of my story with Cole to curious, you'd like, sharing the whole message here. They even used me as the front page of his new newsletter.

I saw that when I opened up your PDF there. I work security, and I'm in a touchy area of technically correct, so I had them withhold my name. They used a fake name, but feel free to share it with the call to the curious. Also a side note on the gun control update, if you start talking too much, you're getting too extreme with your view of restricting firearms for mentally ill people, whereas the line is true. It can be a slippery slope. I know a lot of vets who don't get the PTSD help they need because they're afraid the VA will have the government take their weapons.

I had a suicide attempt over 10 years ago without a firearm and at one time may have been a danger to myself, but I'm not any longer. Should I never be allowed to own a weapon again and by proxy not have my jobs that provide for my wife and two kids? Okay. That is a fair point to think about for sure. One at the time I wrote Nick, one kid's time wrote Nick. If you say, well, eventually what counselor will ever clear that and risk the liability of me shooting myself after they said I was okay,

just one more complicated question for a complicated issue. Feel free to leave that part out for that. No, it's in there. I normally don't write in to be recognized and I'd say that I'm not, I'm still not, but I hope that this is shared at least in summary, so that next work can be recognized, and that even directly affected at least this member of TimeSuck. If you do share also, please remind the TimeSuckers that Suicide is not the answer, unless you're a pedophile piece of shit. Good asterisk. I've been suicidal.

I've tried to end my life, At the time, it felt more logical than emotional in my circumstances, but don't exit this world on that low note. Even if you don't think anyone else cares, you owe it to yourself to go out on a better note than that. There's help. And if you keep fighting things, do get better. So, already be long-winded, but here's a correspondent. Okay, yes. You sent the newsletter. Well, thank you. Thank you very much for sending that in. I really appreciate that, Jesse. That was very nice, kind of fitting after the previous message. Yeah, man, things can get better. And man, good dots. Yeah, I hadn't thought of that angle about the, um, necessary, like the slippery slope with the gun regulation.

Now, that is important to think about. I don't have an answer this moment, but it's important to think about a little more inspiration from Haley Welton. Haley writes, hello suckmaster, hear this. I have and will have, and will always be a huge fan of your comedy podcast. I don't wanna get dark with this message, but a couple of years back, I really set my life back. I lost important people in my life,

I didn't exactly have the strongest foundation growing up. I tried taking my life on my birthday, and fortunately for me, I'm still alive. So during the process of putting the pieces of my life back into place, I was having a hard time keeping my mind off of stuff. I decided to listen to some comedy stations on Pandora came across some old standard purses, some new stuff I hadn't heard. Fast forward two years later, I'm thrilled to get a laugh, weird information, and a small escape every Monday. From the bottom of my heart, thank you

from the bottom of my heart for giving me something to laugh about on some pretty shitty dark days. Keeps suckin', you keep suckin' haily. You know, I never intended to line these kind of messias up with three in a row or addressing the message of suicide, but it must be important. Nimrod's will in a right now. Just follow Nimrod's guidance. So we're gonna end on some sweetness from Brett Tio. Brett writes, dear Lord of the Suck, I never got to see it. I'm not a numerologist. I'm a numerologist. I'm a numerologist. I'm a numerologist. I'm a numerologist.

I'm a numerologist. So we're going to end on some sweetness from Brett Tio. Brett writes, dear Lord of the Suck, I just finished listening to episodes 19 and 120 yesterday. I got to say the timing was pretty unreal for me. My wife and I just welcomed our fourth space-knut to the family on New Year's Eve. Yes, I am aware that certain... Yes, I am aware that certain appendage has other uses. Okay, you can tease a lot of our last kids.

And he was transferred to the NICU before he was 48 hours old. I won't go into details, but it is relatively minor in the grand scheme of things. The last couple of days have been tough as a dad, balancing work and spending time with my other children, and still making time to go to the hospital to see him. It had me spiraling. I have never been one to put much stock

in motivational speakers. To be honest, I always kind of felt like they prayed on the weaker members of the side. No, yeah, me too. I have that and I still have that feeling with a fair amount of them. Yes, they have helped people, but let's face it, how many of us spent their life savings going to one seminar after another. Mm-hmm. After listening to those stories and the stop feeling sorry for yourself, nut shot that came with them, I sat down with my new son and cried like a baby because as tough as things are right now, they will get better and he will be home soon. I listened to the suck religiously

and have even gone back and listened to my favorites when I don't have a new episode and just want some sweet suck action. If my wife was more into that, we would still have only three kids, which I had a little ta ta ta ta. But I'm just gonna, please, if you can give a shout out to my wife, Sarah, shout out, Sarah, shout out to you. And my new new cane, hey, cane, you get fucking out of the hospital, little dude, get strong space,

new and keep spewing hot steaming suck steam right in our ear holes. Thanks, you're ever loyal suck servant. Oh, man, well, thank you for sending that in. I'm glad some of you really got some good messages out of them. Finally, we get a lot of go-of-on-me requests for a lot of very worthy causes, too many to list, and read out in episodes, especially because they don't want to list some, and then have other people feel like they've been slided, with some kind of perceived favorite episodes. So I'm glad some of you really got some good messages out of them. Finally, we get a lot of go-of-on-me requests for a lot of very worthy causes, too many to list, and read out in episodes,

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Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did. First suck a 2019's in the suck bank time suckers don't go hijacking any planes this week It's not 1971 anymore and your crazy ass will not pull it off the FBI will not be giving you two parachutes Just follow instructions and fly safe or even better put your headphones on cue up some suck lie back close your eyes and just keep on Sucking I back, close your eyes, and just keep on sucking. That somebody else could theoretically also just bring a bag of knives into the airport.