Fifty years ago, on the night before Thanksgiving, a skyjacker claiming to carry a bomb in a briefcase seized a Boeing 727 en route from Portland to Seattle.
When the plane landed at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, officials scrambled to meet the well-dressed skyjacker’s sophisticated demands for multiple parachutes and $200,000 in ransom money. He let passengers go and forced the flight crew to take off and head south again. He bailed out somewhere over Southwest Washington.
He was never seen again, dead or alive, despite decades of investigation by the FBI — and by legions of amateur sleuths and mystery junkies who find the enigma known as D.B. Cooper simply irresistible. Cooper’s astonishing escapade ranks with Bigfoot in the hall of fame of Pacific Northwest myths and oddities.
“It’s one unpeeled layer of onion skin after another,” said Bruce Smith, a Washington journalist who has written a book about the skyjacking. “There’s something exciting and stimulating and scary about the D.B. Cooper case. There’s something timeless about it.”
Next weekend, the Kiggins Theatre will welcome Smith and other Cooperologists — self-appointed investigators and authors, parachute experts and pilots, eyewitnesses and their descendants, Hollywood wannabes and just plain conspiracy theorists — for a 50th anniversary, expanded, two-day edition of the annual gathering known as CooperCon.
Participants will comb through evidence, theories and possible suspects as well as the rich folklore that’s grown up around the endless Cooper case. And then they’ll go out for beers at Vancouver’s own Cooper-themed brewpub.
“I am trying to make Vancouver D.B. Cooper headquarters,” said Kiggins owner Dan Wyatt, who was born two years after the skyjacking.
Cooper is woven into his family’s story: Wyatt’s mother-to-be was waiting to catch a flight out of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport on Nov. 24, 1971, so she could go visit her future husband, Dan’s father-to-be, when the airport went haywire.
“I can’t remember not knowing about D.B. Cooper,” Wyatt said.
The FBI closed the case on its only unsolved skyjacking in 2016, but Cooperologists aren’t letting the mystery go.
CooperCon founder Eric Ulis, an Arizona resident, visits Clark County frequently to hunt for evidence of Cooper.
“I’m not prone to conspiracies,” he said. “I’m not interested in the fantastical or emotional. I’m interested in facts.”
Ulis said he discovered the mystery when he was a kid in the late 1970s via “In Search of …,” the Leonard Nimoy TV series that probed murky matters like ancient alien visits and the curse of Tutankhamun’s tomb.
“I just got curious when new bits of information popped up,” said Ulis, who calls himself an entrepreneur and professional gambler. He has run for Congress, unsuccessfully, as both a Democrat and a Republican.
The longer he followed the Cooper case, Ulis said, the more conspiratorial and outlandish the theories seemed to grow. Thanks to the arrival of the Internet, he started to work the case himself.
“What the heck, maybe I can solve this thing,” he thought. He became a frequent writer about Cooper and about what he considers flaws in the FBI investigation, especially after all of the agency’s Cooper case files were released to the public in 2016.
The parachuting Cooper is believed to have landed northeast of Battle Ground, or perhaps closer to Washougal. Either way, rural Clark County embraced the stranger as a matter of local pride.
“The Ariel Store with their D.B. Cooper Day — that was Cooper central for years and years,” said Schaefer, who loved attending the “straight-up party” that never got too serious about solving crimes or identifying bad guys.
Cooperologists still mourn the closing of the Ariel Store and Tavern, but since then, Victor 23 Craft Brewery opened on St. Johns Boulevard in Vancouver. Victor 23 is the name of the flight path that Cooper’s skyjacked jet reportedly followed south out of Seattle and over Clark County.
“It just sounds super-cool. No one else is going to have a name like that,” said owner Bryan Ward, who wanted his business to have a strong local connection and personality.
Thanks to that name, Ward’s pub has become a favorite of local pilots and cabin crews on layover, he said. Some of the old-timers like posing beside the wall mural of a Boeing 727, “an iconic plane for its time,” said Ward, who is also a pilot.
CooperCon attendees always flock to Victor 23 afterward to continue their discussions over food and drink. Ward himself, while interested in the Cooper mystery, doesn’t get involved in debates.
“I stand back and I’m happy to sell them beers,” he said. “I don’t need to solve it; it’s just something that happened in our community that we can remember and celebrate.”
“People bring guitars and sing their songs about D.B. Cooper,” Smith said. “And the Cooper choir sings along. Yeah, even me. A couple beers and I get pretty bold.”
While it’s all meant in the spirit of real inquiry — and good fun — Smith added that there is a dark side to the Cooper universe, which does attract some extreme people.
“I watch my back,” Smith said.
A few days after CooperCon, Ulis intends to return to Tena Bar, a private beach downriver from Vancouver and Frenchman’s Bar, and shovel up the sand.
“It’s important to build a fun room for families, but I also wanted to keep the Cooper story alive in their minds,” Bertrand said. “The only way the riddle will be solved is by people staying interested in the story.”
Bertrand said he learned the name D.B. Cooper from one of his mother’s dare-to-believe-it supermarket tabloids. “‘D.B. Cooper was my father’ — something like that,” he said with a chuckle.
“It’s a local story, a local mystery that never got solved, and I just fell in love with it,” Bertrand said. “I spent a year researching the story and got heavily embedded in the D.B. Cooper investigation community.”
The aspiring screenwriter has penned what he calls an “epic” D.B. Cooper movie screenplay, “The Sky Way.”
“A movie has never been made that’s faithful to the story,” said Bertrand. “My D.B. Cooper script … is told in real time from the moment he boards the plane to the moment he jumps.”
“D.B. Cooper is part of the Pacific Northwest zeitgeist,” Smith said. “This is our story.”
Too much fun
The FBI is having none of the hero worship. Ralph Himmelsbach, the agent most closely associated with the case, famously called Cooper a “rotten, sleazy crook.” But all the Cooperphiles interviewed for this story admire the way their antihero reportedly behaved like a gentleman and harmed no one — except powerful institutions like banks, insurance companies and airlines.
“He’s drinking bourbon, he’s very polite, and then he jumps out of the back of an airplane. What’s more James Bond than that?” Ulis said. “That was at a time in American life when authority was being called into question, so somebody who sticks it to the man — you can see how people would be rooting for this guy to get away with it.”
Bertrand echoed that sentiment. “What a rock-and-roll move, to lower those stairs and jump into the abyss,” he said. “It’s the most intriguing crime story I’ve ever heard of. Once you dip your toe, you get sucked right in because there are so many details and so many theories.
“We call it the Cooper Vortex,” Bertrand said. “We’ve got people researching wind speeds and directions. We’ve got people digging up the beach. These are normal, everyday people who get hooked on this story because it’s so strange and wonderful.”
Ulis thinks Cooper, likely a disgruntled aerospace-industry employee, may still be alive and keeping quiet.
“I don’t want to lose sight of the fact that he still might be identified,” Ulis said.
Smith believes Cooper will be identified within a few years, thanks either to improving scientific techniques or to the “remote psychic sleuthing” that’s already secretly employed by military and intelligence agencies, he said.
Wyatt said he hopes the mystery is never solved because it’s too much fun.
If there ever is a solution, it will only send Cooperologists into “a deeper frenzy” of questions and counter-theories, Shaefer said.
“It’s been 50 years, and there’s no end in sight,” Bertrand said. “Welcome to the vortex.”