500 Word Short Story
Oscar Welsh was elk hunting high in the coast range of Oregon. It was an area he was familiar with as he had taken several elk from these woods over the years. It was his third time out this season and he hadn't seen more than a few scattered piles of scat. This year was shaping up to be a lean one.
It was late afternoon. Oscar planned to make camp for the evening and work his way back to his vehicle the next day. He found a likely spot and set up a small tent, then began searching for dry wood to make a fire when he came across what looked like the tip of an airplane wing under a stand of tall fir trees.
He looked up, and even though the light of day was almost gone, he could just make out what seemed like a small plane lodged among the branches of the trees about fifty feet above his head. It was getting too dark to do anything about it. In the morning he would find a way to get to the plane and see if there were any remains or identification he could relay to the authorities.
The following morning Oscar had forgot about hunting. He had other things on his mind. He rigged a rope into the tree and worked his way up to the first branches. From there he had to free climb the rest of the way.
Once he reached the plane he had to be careful not to dislodge it. The last thing he wanted was to have it drop to the ground. He carefully worked his way around to the cockpit and peeked inside. The remains of the pilot were still there. It looked like he had been there for awhile as it was mostly clothing on bare bones. He suspected the plane may have been on a drug smuggling run and ran into some bad weather.
In the back of the plane were some small packages which pretty much confirmed his suspicion. The fuselage had protected them from the weather. His curiosity had gotten the best of him and he felt like it was safe enough to climb in and retrieve one, which he did.
Written on the package was 100k. He opened it and almost fell out of the plane when he realized it wasn't drugs, but money. 100K labeled the package as one hundred thousand dollars.
By the end of the day, Oscar had stuffed his backpack with all the packages of money. He left the packages that contained what he figured was cocaine. His pack held a little over two million dollars. He made camp one more night, then hiked out in the morning. He knew no one would be looking for the plane, so he didn't bother to tell anyone about it.
Oscar retired early He gave up hunting and now spends his winters enjoying his new sport, snorkeling off the coasts of different tropical islands.
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