November 24, 1971. The day before Thanksgiving. Portland International Airport buzzed with the familiar chaos of holiday travel—the rush to return home, the aroma of coffee drifting through the air, luggage wheels clattering across the floor. Amid this crowd, a man appeared silently. In his forties, he looked calm, no rush in his step, no hint of unease in his eyes. He purchased a ticket forthe Northwest Airlines flight 305 to Seattle and wrote the name, Dan Cooper.

History would remember him as D. B. Cooper. A newspaper error later gave him that moniker.

Shortly after three in the afternoon, the Boeing 727 lifted off the runway. Cooper sat near the back of the plane. Somewhere over the northwest United States, between Portland, Oregon, and Seattle, Washington, at 10,000 feet, he calmly ordered two glasses of drink. Flight attendant Florence Schaffner handed him the drinks when Cooper slid her a folded note, whispering, “Read this. Do not be alarmed.”

The note said, “I have a bomb. I am hijacking this plane.”

Cooper then opened his attaché case, slowly revealing a glimpse of wiring, batteries, and explosives. No theatrics, only clear evidence. Back then, in 1971, passengers boarded with virtually no security checks. Cooper had exploited that gap to bring a bomb on board.

He stated his demands with precision. On landing in Seattle, he was to receive two hundred thousand dollars in cash along with two front parachutes and two back parachutes. A fuel truck and some provisions were to be ready at the airport. No extra demands, no unnecessary words, everything preplanned.

The value of the ransom in today’s terms would be over one million dollars. The pilots immediately relayed his demands to Northwest Airlines and the FBI while the other passengers remained unaware they were floating inside a crisis.

The FBI quickly arranged two hundred thousand dollars in twenty-dollar bills with serial numbers recorded. Once Cooper’s demands were met, he released the passengers. In moments, the plane emptied of fear, yet a deeper unknown waited.

With cash and parachutes in hand, Cooper calmly instructed the pilots to fly to Mexico City. But as night fell and the weather worsened, the pilots argued that a safer landing would be in Reno, Nevada. After a few moments of silence, Cooper agreed. During the flight, he wore sunglasses, hiding his eyes in the darkness.

He instructed the plane to fly below 10,000 feet, with no objections about the route; the pilots could choose their own path. Meanwhile, another invisible drama played out in the sky. Two FBI aircraft shadowed the Boeing 727 like silent shadows.

Around eight in the evening, Cooper told the flight attendant to go to the cockpit. Before leaving, she saw him secure the cash and parachutes to his body. Moments later, the rear door opened. The cockpit fell silent. No one dared speak. Fear gripped everyone. What would Cooper do next?

There was no explosion. No cry, no sound, only a vanishing act into the darkness of the night.

Upon landing in Reno police and the FBI surrounded the plane. They found the rear door open and two of the four parachutes missing. Cooper’s seat held only a black tie. Nothing else.

It is believed that between eight and eight ten PM, while flying over the Lewis River, Cooper jumped into the sky. Astonishingly, even the pursuing FBI planes did not see him. Neither his parachute nor his body was ever recovered. [2]

His name was false, his identity a shadow. Sketches were drawn based on flight attendants Florence Schaffner and Tina Mucklow, yet the man never appeared in reality. Cooper seemed to have melted into the air, leaving only an open door and a single tie behind.

The investigation began. Military combed the wilderness, recovering only a fraction of the ransom. The FBI investigated over eight hundred suspects, yet found no conclusive evidence. The tie and some ransom bills were all that remained. His identity and survival remain unsolved to this day. [1][2]

Many FBI agents believe that Cooper likely did not survive such a dangerous jump from that height. However, no remains were ever recovered. After the hijacking, the FBI maintained an active investigation for forty-five years, during which the case file expanded into more than sixty volumes. No definitive conclusion about Cooper’s true identity or fate was ever reached. [1][2]

Despite decades of investigation, the hijacker was never identified. Countless theories have been proposed by agents, reporters, and amateur researchers over the years. In February 1980, a young boy discovered a small hidden cache of money along the Columbia River. Although the discovery reignited public interest, it ultimately deepened the mystery. [2]

In 2016, the FBI officially closed the case. In the history of commercial aviation, this remains the only unsolved air piracy case. And Dan Cooper? Perhaps he lives on somewhere in his own world on his own terms, leaving behind nothing but questions.