"Music thumps. Boots stomp. Smoke swirls. It rises like a dry mist from red-glowing cigarettes. It ebbs around an elk's skull, five-point antlers still attached, and a muzzle loader hanging on the wall. A potbellied stove washes its warmth over strutting men, women and children. A skinned-out bobcat dangles from the ceiling. A two-man chain saw with a 12-horsepower engine roosts on a canopy over the bar. A sign says: "This Business is Supported by Timber Dollars.""
"All of this is in his honor. For 11 hours, a guitar and a bass and a mandolin and a sax and a dobro and an accordion and some drums do not stop, and neither does the dancing nor the singing nor the drinking nor the joking. One husky man lifts his redheaded lady high in the air, puts her feet gently back on the floor and gives her a big kiss."
"What D.B. Cooper did was hijack a plane. It had just taken off from Portland, Ore. At Seattle, he forced airline officials to bring him four parachutes and $200,000 in $20 bills. In the air again, somewhere around here, high over the cedars and the firs and the hemlocks that cover the Cascade Mountains, he strapped on two of the parachutes, and he jumped out. He disappeared. Vanished. No ripped rigging. No bones. Nothing."
A rural bar fills with music, smoke and hunting trophies as patrons dance, drink and celebrate a local tradition honoring D.B. Cooper. Musicians play nonstop for eleven hours while men, women and children sing, joke and dance beneath chainsaw and bobcat displays. Patrons have tacked $40 on a wall to buy a drink for D.B. Cooper if he appears. Conversation drifts to speculation about Cooper's identity. D.B. Cooper hijacked a plane, extorted four parachutes and $200,000, then jumped into the Cascade Mountains and vanished without a trace.
Read at Los Angeles Times
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