Cocaine Bear

This is too good – and weird – not to share:

Let’s see if linky works:

tip-tapping away by phone, but why would you care?

I think “Andrew Carter Thornton II” is the WASPiest name I’ve heard in a long while.

It’s the details that make this a great story. My favorite is 'When both Jennings and the hustler died, the bear was bought by a Chinese herbalist in Reno."

Is it actually possible to jump from a plane and hit one’s head on the tail of the plane? I’ve sky dived a couple of times and have my doubts. An unpowered jumper falls away from a powered plane real damned fast.

Also, is it common for drug smugglers to jump from airplanes? Wouldn’t it be easier to just land at a small airport?

Still it’s a good story and should be true, even if it isn’t exactly.

Parachuting to your death with bags of cocaine. Where have I heard that before? Oh, yeah: season 4 of Justified. Unfortunately no bear that I remember though. That would have made it more interesting.

The fact that the bear is now in “the store (a former parachute factory)” is eerily circular.

No match for the PCP Hippo.

See? Coke adds life.

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It may be possible to jump and conk one’s head on the tail. I spend a lot of time at an airport where there is a skydive operation, and I’ve heard talk of some of their standard procedures. Before the jumpers jump, the pilot slows the plane down to minimum controllable airspeed (which also reduces the backwash from the propeller stream), just to minimize the chances of this happening.
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In this case, coke subtracts life.

Now he ded from coke.

Meth Lab.

If the plane was in decent.

Cocaine Bear, the black sheep of the Care Bears.

According to Wikipedia, it was a Cessna 404, which were well known for their lewd and indecent behaviour. :stuck_out_tongue:

Every time i try to Google it, i get “page not found”.

None of the adults ever wanted to talk about old Cocaine Bear. When one of us cubs got close to the subject, the adult bears would flinch and then cuff the interloper into silence. But the lurid tales lived on, whispered from cub to cub in the back of the den when the adults were asleep, even though we didn’t know what cocaine actually was. Cocaine Bear was dead. Cocaine Bear was in hiding. Cocaine Bear was plotting a comeback. Cocaine Bear would come when his believers called. Cocaine Bear would defend his believers and wreak a terrible revenge. For the outskirters of the tribe, the cubs who always got the short end of the stick, it was a tempting narrative. And it would only lead to trouble…

As if hippos aren’t aggressive enough without PCP…:eek: