Wow, that's a wild story! I wonder if any covert UFOs were buzzing around at the time that massive amount of cash disappeared into the wind. Need some serious resources to move that amount of cash.
It was summer, I was 11 and in between riding my dirt bike I lived/played in the woods about 3 miles from a major nuke base. One day while riding down the rural country road heading to my dirt track I spotted something shiny about 10 yards off in the woods. I stopped, walked over and found a bunch of machine parts hidden beneath some branches & leaves. Curious I started poking around wondering what is this stuff? Who dumped it here? Flipping & kicking through the debris I spotted what looked like a dollar bill. I picked it up and to my shocking surprise it was a $100 dollar! Wahoo! I then froze, my head on a swivel I scanned the vicinity and listened. Nothing. I dug around more and found another, and another, and rolls of 20s, 50's, 100s stuffed inside the parts. Hell yeah! I'm getting me a new bike!
I stuffed my pockets and rode back home. Walked in the house, my dad happened to be down stairs, hi dad, trying to make a beeline for my room and in doing so a few loose bills fell out of my pockets onto the floor which my dad of course noticed. He came knocking on my room door...Enter. He was already in a state of disbelief which quickly changed to shock & awe when he looked over and seen my bed covered in cash. WTF!!! Son, you got some serious explaining to do. Do not move! He quickly ran through the house, locked all the doors, grabbed his pistol & came after me.
Long story shortened, he called one of his buddies, a sheriff and told him to get his ass over here now! Sheriff confiscated all the cash and asked to show him where exactly I 'found' it. I did so thinking well I should get a reward. Nope, nada, nothing other than, thanks kid. Turns out there was some kind of smuggling operation going on at the air base that went awry. I did manage to toss a roll of 20s under my bed which lasted me all summer. Nobody ever knew and I never told anyone till some 20 years later.
It was summer, I was 11 and in between riding my dirt bike I lived/played in the woods about 3 miles from a major nuke base. One day while riding down the rural country road heading to my dirt track I spotted something shiny about 10 yards off in the woods. I stopped, walked over and found a bunch of machine parts hidden beneath some branches & leaves. Curious I started poking around wondering what is this stuff? Who dumped it here? Flipping & kicking through the debris I spotted what looked like a dollar bill. I picked it up and to my shocking surprise it was a $100 dollar! Wahoo! I then froze, my head on a swivel I scanned the vicinity and listened. Nothing. I dug around more and found another, and another, and rolls of 20s, 50's, 100s stuffed inside the parts. Hell yeah! I'm getting me a new bike!
I stuffed my pockets and rode back home. Walked in the house, my dad happened to be down stairs, hi dad, trying to make a beeline for my room and in doing so a few loose bills fell out of my pockets onto the floor which my dad of course noticed. He came knocking on my room door...Enter. He was already in a state of disbelief which quickly changed to shock & awe when he looked over and seen my bed covered in cash. WTF!!! Son, you got some serious explaining to do. Do not move! He quickly ran through the house, locked all the doors, grabbed his pistol & came after me.
Long story shortened, he called one of his buddies, a sheriff and told him to get his ass over here now! Sheriff confiscated all the cash and asked to show him where exactly I 'found' it. I did so thinking well I should get a reward. Nope, nada, nothing other than, thanks kid. Turns out there was some kind of smuggling operation going on at the air base that went awry. I did manage to toss a roll of 20s under my bed which lasted me all summer. Nobody ever knew and I never told anyone till some 20 years later.
"It is hard to imagine a more stupid or more dangerous way of making decisions than by putting those decisions in the hands of people who pay no price for being wrong." – Thomas Sowell