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This question was inspired by the giant frozen tuna post...Fresh Fish
It seems to be a natural question to ask folks who have "been around" like doctors, pilots, law enforcement, fire, military, etc. So, without getting too graphic, what sticks out in your mind as the all-star experience whie YOU were on duty...
I'll start (although not law enforcement related), when I worked at a military survival school we encouraged students to "sneak" food into certain areas of training so they could share with other students, and have something to take their mind off of the pain of training...anyway, during one particular phase of training one of our female instructors was conducting a "search" and discovered that one of the females had smuggled some jerky in a very unlikely location (cavity)...without a wrapper (??) and since I was supervising this (not visually, thank the Lord) I was the one who had to "deal" with the situation. The one thing I regret is that I didn't ask if it was for personal consumption or for sharing...
So what 'cha got? People watching DVD's and crashing? Costumed Drivers? Funny remarks? Unbeleiveable circumstances? Ever stopped a witch doctor and they wanted to put a curse on you... etc etc
By the way, these should all start out with, "No kidding there I was..."
retchp
11-12-2005, 01:10 PM
No kidding, there I was... on the side of the freeway having just told Wallace Kaaluana Reeves that he was under arrest for Possession of dangerous drugs for sale. We were standing by the open right door of his pick up. His wife was in the right front seat and his three or four year old son was standing in the seat to her left.
Wallace a 6'5" 220 pound 30 year old mixed blood Samoan built along the lines of Superman did not agree with my decision. He grabbed the plastic container containing over a thousand pills in it from my hand and dropped it on the ground and began stomping on it.
I attempted to put him into a control hold and we went spinning around in circles toward the right front of his vehicle. I was alone and my nearest back up was probably 50 miles away. This was before we had ever heard of radio extenders, pepper spray or PR 24 batons. I had only my trusty .38 Cal six shooter in my "suicide pouch" which is what we called the old style holsters because the gun was forever falling out and you didn't notice until you got back in the car after the stop and it was sitting there on the driver's seat. That and my old police wooden baton.
I couldn't control ol Wallace who was a lot stronger than me, so I let go and drew down on him. Only problem was...no gun. I immediately went to plan B..the baton. As I drew it ol Wallace took off running into the traffic lanes and was immediately struck by the first car in line at about 70 mph.
I watched ol Wallace cartwheel into the sky about 40 feet and across both lanes and land face first in the dirt center median with the car that had struck him skidding to a stop in the median a bit further down the freeway.
I saw ol Wallace's wife jump out of the truck and start into the lanes. I could hear his kid screaming bloody murder. I grabbed her and forced her back into the car and told her to stay put and comfort her son.
Knowing ol Wallace was dead meat, I ran to my unit, retreived my pistol, called in for help and crossed the lanes to ol Wallaces body.
Meanwhile, the tourist from Iowa who had run into Wallace was just arriving on scene in hysterics. I told him it wasn't his fault and to go wait in the car for me.
I then approached what I expected to be the corpse of ol Wally. It suddenly stood up and came walking at me like something out of a Frankenstein horror movie. With fists flailing, a face that looked like thirty pounds of road kill and a nasty gleam in his eye ol Wallace wanted a piece of me.
Not wanting to kill him in front of the still screaming kid and now screaming wife, not to mention the tourists and other stopping motorists, I drew my trusty wooden baton and began striking the monster I now knew well enough to call Wally on his wrists and hands as he tried to get to me and I backed away. He ultimately collapsed in the median and I took him into custody without further ado and awaited my back up and the ambulance.
Lesson learned...get help before you need it. Not after. I could have just pretended to not see the drugs and sent Wally down the road and got my back up unit in position before stopping him a second time.
OMG! I literally laughed out loud...that was AWESOME!
OMG! I literally laughed out loud...that was AWESOME!!!
Man that one was good.:smile: I stopped a speeder couple a years back and while I'm behind him he throws the plastic cover off a cigarette pack out the window. Its a male driver with female passenger. I'm on my way into work for an OT detail not even 10-8 yet.
He yields, I approach, I ask for all the paperwork, he has none, I have him write his full name and DOB on a piece of paper. I ask the girl if she has a DL she says, "Yes." I have the two switch positions in the car (I'm late for my detail and I'm trying not to tow it.) I get on the air and run a 27 name and dob and get no hit. Standing on the shoulder, I'm scratching the ticket and FINALLY decide to run a 28. Gee what happens next? The car is 10851. I look up at the car and at that same instant the occupants know that now I know. Hmmmmmm. The guy yells at the girl to GO, GO, GO. I have my gloves off....yadda...yadda..yadda. By the time I get on the bike and go after its too late they took a very close exit and got away.
I go back to the office after a bit and I remember a tattoo on the guy's arm. "In memory of Speedy 19XX-19XX" Thinking maybe a long shot I search the SO's booking records filtered with tattoos. Guess what? I get a match and a recent booking photo..that's him...I write the report and he's just waiting to get caught.
Less than one week later, about one mile from where I stopped him but in the city of Concord he gets stopped for an illegal U-turn by a Concord motor cop in ANOTHER 10851 vehicle. But the outcome is different....the Officer trys to get the keys and in the struggle...bad guy gets two bullets in hs neck. Unfortunately he lives as well. But he is doing 15 years in state prison.
Tom..ya just gotta smile at times like that huh? off they go
...and it is a no-brainer that the guy kept up his old habits and got nabbed later!
No kidding, I was there. It was a dark and stormy night. Well, dark, at least. We stopped a high speed vehicle, he yielded with no issue. I was standing back for cover as my partner approached the vehicle. As soon as my partner gets to the door, [squeal], the driver takes off. We go after him, but lose sight as he takes a ramp to surface streets and end up terminating the pursuit. (It took some time to run back to the car, okay? :rolleyes: )
Shortly thereafter, we find another customer and escort him to the local hoosegow. It was a busy night and we were there for a few minutes when a local officer walks in with his arrestee. My partner keeps looking over at the arrestee and the arrestee keeps looking at us. Finally, my partner says, "That's the guy -- he looked back right at me before he took off."
Turns out right after we lost him, the PD saw him flying down surface streets and started another pursuit. They catch him (how embarrassing) and hook him up for DUI and evading.
retchp
11-13-2005, 10:59 AM
Did your partner go over and get his ID and file charges for anything like evading or 148?
retchp
11-13-2005, 11:12 AM
No kidding there I was...Approaching a multi laned intersection in the #1 lane enroute to a call at about 45 mph in a 40 mph zone. Ahead of me about three car lengths was a full sized Chevrolet four door sedan. As we came to within about a hundred feet of the intersection the signal cycled from green to yellow. Plenty of time for both of us to enter the intersection before the light went red for us, which I intended to do, and being a mind reader knew the driver of the Chevy would too.
Suddenly the Chevy's brake lamps illuminated and it's front end dipped as it stopped on a dime just at the limit line of the crosswalk. I of course rear ended the Chevy at about forty MPH sending it completely through the intersection and head on into a car stopped at the left turn pocket facing us. My unit came to rest in the middle of the intersection.
Uninjured, I immediately jumped out, grabbed my EMT kit and ran to the Chevy and yanked open the drivers door just as the driver shook his head and began to look around.
"Are you OK man!" I shouted at him. He looked at me mouth agape for a few seconds and said, "I think so officer, I knew you guys were good, but how did you get here this damn fast?"
way to keep em on their toes RetCHP!! I bet you could create all kinds of your own work on a shift...
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