As a Deputy Sheriff in Colorado I was dispatched to meet a male faculty member of XXXXXX School for Girls. We met in a large flat field and told me the girl standing out in the field was a runaway and for me to take her back. I had never heard of the XXXXX School For Girls. As we walked out to the field I noticed he kept dropping back and when I got to her he was 10 yards behind me. I should have paid attention. She immediately attacked me with a large length piece of chain she had hidden behind her. I avoided being hit and finally took it away and grabbed her. She found like a tiger and I was wondering what had happened to my SUPER MAN SUIT. I was getting my butt kicked by a 100lbs-14 years old female. The school counselor never lifter a finger. I finally got her on the ground and got handcuffs on her. She fought all the way back to the squad car. The counselor got in the back seat and I put her in the front passenger seat in front of him. I reached over and buckled her seat belt and she bit a chunk out of my back.
As I walked around to get in the driver's seat she kicked out the dash and disabled the unit's radio. I took her back and turned her over to several members of the XXXX School for girls. I asked what she had been charged with as a juvenile.
She was a prostitute out of Denver and murdered two men.

Note* Being 6ft 3in and 200 lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal doesn't always work out like you planned.

What say U all you mighty warriors.

Dwight

That must have been pre-pepper spray days. We always had a few regulars that would be arrested every couple of weeks for one thing or another that always wanted to/did fight us. We had a few arrests that really tore the crud out of the back doors of police cars before spray came along. Our toughest repeat fighters, once sprayed during an arrest, never fought us again on subsequent arrests.

One of the funniest was not an arrest,but a courtesy ride. Got a call one afternoon to a church by the church staff. There was a strangely acting man requesting "sanctuary". Upon arrival it was clear to us he was a homeless man and had mental issues. We talked to him calmly and he confided that the feds were after him for killing Abraham Lincoln and he was fleeing to Mexico. He had good ID and did not have any warrants. We told him he had about three hundred miles to go, but we would take him south as far as our county line where we could get another department to carry him to their southern county line. As far as I know, he made it to Mexico one county at a time courtesy of the "friendly southern forces".

AAAHHH the good old days. I remember a "Texas Ranger Hold"
on a suspect. A suspect who had been arrested by a Texas Ranger and they did not want him to be bonded out of jail. So a Ranger would put him in his car and start driving. Another Ranger would pick up the suspect and take him on another ride and another Ranger would pick him.

I spent 20 years in uniform on the line and just before I left the streets, one early morning we had a murder. Turns out the suspect was an ex-APD officer, he never made it off probation. Anyway he fled to a County just South of Austin. We learned where he was holed up, so I went down there and arrested him. I then learned that before I could transport him back to my county, he needed to be magistrated. I'll never forget this antique looking gentleman arrived at the scene and identified himself as the Justice of the Peace, said he was told someone needed magistrated. The Judge asked me what did this guy do?, I said "Murder Your Honor." He then asked me what kind of bond you looking for. I tells the Judge, Sir I'm just a beat cop, I don't know. Judge says to me, "How about a Million Bucks son." I said judge that sounds good, and off to jail he went.

Shortly after getting into the Det. Bureau, another Detective and myself were assigned to our 1st homicide. It was a double murder. We arrested 3 for the crime and they were all bad to the bone. One of them, when he was a juvenile, threw a large chunk of asphalt off of an overpass and it went through the windshield of a vehicle, killing the female college student inside. This happened in an adjoining jurisdiction and they were never able to prove he had committed the crime. All 3 were found guilty and are spending the rest of their lives in prison. I felt that I got justice for the girl who was killed in her car, along with the man and woman they killed.

After killing the male, they went back to the residence of the female, killed her, and then set the place on fire in an attempt to cover up the crime.

Not my story but a relative`s. Leon "Specks" Murdy was a one man show back in the 40`s when elected sheriff of Waushara county Wis. First it was just him then he got a deputy (Dan Chase) and as the years went on he got a few more but today it is a large dept and has been for quite awhile. He was the same guy who arrested Ed Gein but Gein was docile. Specks arrested a Bracero who had stabbed someone. There was no money for a army of officers or equipment and probley he didnt even have much if any, prior training. He said he got the Bracero in the car but when he got driving down the road the guy got turned in the car and was kicking him in the head. Once I detained a young guy that jumped the fence at my company. Earlier about 4 am, I was making a doughnut run to town and he had jumped in front of my car and I had just missed him. I thought he was trying to commit suicide. He had been fired and was I believe high. He wanted to go in and talk to his boss. I slightly knew him and always had got along with him, he had been likeable to me. I sensed he was going to try to get in so turned my post over to another guard, got another experienced guard to ride with me to watch him. He went over a 8 or 10 ft fence with barbed wire on top than I could if it was a stile. He didnt give me any problem once we got him boxed up and I took him back to the gate and called the SD. A deputy came and hooked him up and put him in the back seat. The deputy had his back to the car BSing with me and I seen the kid trying to kick out the widow. The deputy said I will fix that, got out two more pairs of cuffs and hog tied him. I felt bad about it as a week or two later I read where he jumped in front of another vehicle and killed himself. That dope must be some good stuff! He was a likable kid.
Another time on a holiday weekend night only a fireman and myself were at the plant. I went to another nearby area to check out a building we had and the fire captain radio`ed me we had no gate that I had just left. It was knocked down and carried almost a hundred yards into the plant. The gate was about 16 ft wide, huge and heavy plus locked and chained! I found the car stuck in a huge ditch to where the roof of it was level with the ditch. No one was in it. I drove around looking for whoever. Coming back to the plant I seen a object stacked against a pole in a parking lot. At first I thought it was a bag or packsack someone had put there. It was night and dark. I reached down to heft the bag and got a handful of hair! This guy sprang up and swinging like he was like a jack in the box! I had no problem controlling him. I had some deputy's come and get him. I couldnt believe it when a couple hours later, about day light a taxi came up to the gate with him in it wanting to get his car!
Another time one sunday morning we had a crew come in for overtime. Soon I got a call from a woman who said some guy was in the woman's restroom. I and another guard went in and found the dirtiest most filthy critter I ever seen before or since. He did try to take a swing at me but was ineffective and couldnt even talk. Even our firemen refused to ride with him in the ambulance to the city hospital so I did. This guy could gag a maggot! It turned out he had also been fired from our company like a month or six weeks prior. I figure he had hid in the attics of our factory and lived on thrown away sandwich's or whatever. It must have been like the hunchback bell ringer of Noter Dame! Maybe a couple months later I seen a drawing that I am sure was him in the paper that the sheriffs were looking for serial rapist. I dropped a dime on him but never hear farther.

Not my story but happened to a friend and mentor of mine a few years ago. One of our repeat customers came to the PD complaining that he believed that he had been ripped off in a meth deal. When asked for specifics he produced a small bag of an off-white powder. My mentor, being the public service sort offered to test it for him. Off he goes for a field test kit. A few moments later he returns and tells the guy "I've got good news and I've got bad news for you. First, the good news, you weren't ripped off. The bad news? Step inside this door".

I'll try to condense...
I had been off the street for over a year and on administrative duty pending a shooting I was involved in. (Took a long time - 'Reverends' Sharpton and Jackson came to the city, et al.....)

Finally got back to patrol, and my platoon was on nights, 2300-0700.
I watched a Ford F150 leave a gay bar and the driving was pretty erratic.
I made the stop. Driver was a w/m, shirtless, but wearing a studded leather vest. Strong smell of alcohol, glazed eyes, slurred speech, etc.
Had a w/m passenger, normal attire.
The driver had handed me his drivers license and I asked for the vehicle registration. I had the cab interior illuminated with my flashlight.

Both the driver and the passenger reached for the glove box (metal glove box door with chrome button) The glovebox door popped open, and I'll always remember the little glovebox light shining off of a 4" M10 as it slid off of a stack of folded maps and papers and into the guys hands and them fumbling for it.

Again, condensed so as not to bore ya'll....
Arrested driver for DUI and CCW.
Driver is crying as we head to the Intoxilyzer facility/jail and asking me to 'look in his wallet'.
Once we arrive, I do look in the wallet and see the business card of an FBI Special Agent out of Chicago.

Long story cut short - the arrestee HAD been a Chicago Housing Authority cop and had been part of a Federal investigation into corruption. He was in their Witness Protection Program and was living in my city.
Yep - still went to jail.

Always thought that was strange. He never knew how close I came to shooting him and/or passenger.

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Ret'd LEO
SWCA #2275

I've never been in law enforcement, but I was told this by a reliable source in the UK.

A small town had a rock festival and there was the inevitable drug dealing. Coincidentally my source was in the police station to report an accident IIRC and there was a young guy sat down out front sweating buckets under the watchful eye of the desk sergeant. My source asks the guy what he is there to report and the kid says that not a minute after he made a score he got busted. The cops were out back weighing the stuff to see if it was a possession or supply charge. Over 1oz was intent to supply in the UK, and probably still is.

About a minute later an officer appears with a plastic bag of greenish material and tosses it to the kid. "OK, you're free to go". The kid stands there looking dumbfounded and asks what's going on. Finally, the officer lost his straight face and said, "No catch, except that is probably the most expensive bag of nettles you'll ever buy in your lifetime".

Readers Digest version. Stumbled upon a dispute, between two couples, at local free standing movie house, over parking space, not uncommon except all parties involved were 60 years +. Exited cruiser, and one male was in my face in a hot second. Before I could say a word he put his hands on me. I put him on the ground, and the next thing I knew, it felt as Ronnie Lott, (NFL all-star defensive linebacker) tackled me from the back. Turned out to be the wife of guy on ground. All three of us ended up on ground hissing, spitting, and punching each other. I’ll tell you that old babe put up one hell of a fight. In fact for what seemed to a hell of a long time, between the male under me and the woman on my back I was in for a whooping. Understand I been whooped before, but never by a fat old woman, and I was not ready to let the guy’s in the locker room have a field day with that. I tried everything I could think of to get that hell-cat off me, with NO luck. I’m getting desperate, finally I got her right arm in front of me and I went pit bull on her. I chewed on her right arm like a cheap steak. I’m not proud of it but sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

Both of them went to county. Him to cell and she to medical treatment then cell. I hit the locker room took a long hot shower, went home and got rip roaring drunk.

I got a request from a concerned father and mother, their son was in jail outside of Monterrey Mexico. I went down to bail him out. Seems he'd tried to buy the evil weed from a source who'd just a couple hours befor been dealt with by DEA/ Judicial Federal joint operation.
Well, they took his 10 grand and told him to "beat it kid, count yourself lucky", so this genius went to the local policia and told them exactly who, where and how they had robbed him.
The local (state) police even cut his long hair and took away his fringed buckskin jacket, then tossed him in a ratty little cell for about a week.
He sulked all the way back to the border, and was in tears when I told him I was going to turn him over to his Dad.
I played Waylon Jennings 8 tracks all the way, too. He hated "country and western".

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Halfway and one more step

My department issued a policy to not arrest in a domestic disturbance call, but find out who owned the house and make the other leave first.

I answered a call , and on arrival a man/woman were going at it. I separated them and asked them who owned the house?

She said " I do " I asked if she could prove it and she said
"I bought the ecstasy in it"

It took me a few minutes to figure out she meant equity.

No pepper spray ! Just a riot baton and a slapjack. Think how much heat you would draw today carrying a slapjack in your back pocket. ACLU would own you.

On evening shift one of my officer was dispatched to a "Naked Male" running in the middle of Highway 41. The officer made contact with the suspect but the suspect broke bad and continued running into town. He then ran to the door of McDonalds but was unable to gain entre as the store full of customers held the door shut. He then ran on into town and tried to gain entre into KFC where he met the world's greatest, most handsome and sexy Shift Supervisor. After chemical spray did not have any effect, taser was employed three times without effect, a 26" asp baton was employed with the only effect was the asp being bent in a bow. By this time backup units (8) arrived and a K-9 Unit The suspect threw the K-9 off several times as if the K-9 was a rag doll ! The suspect was now bleeding from my many asp strikes and dog bites. I used up all of my taser cartridges, bent my asp and this suspect was still going strong. Attempts to take him down by six young husky officers and deputies was negative. He was finally taken to the ground by all the officers present, but threw them off and began to come up off the ground. At this time I had taken a sight picture on his upper lip and was starting to squeeze the trigger (Sig-Sauer P-229 .40) when more officers arrived and was able to take him down, cuff him and transport to the ER.
At the ER a blood screen revealed that the suspect had alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, and PCP in his system PLUS active Hepatitis C.

While working for the State of Texas--we could make arrests on State property. During one of the quad-annuel Illegal Alien weed-outs, we had at least 100 in a cage. I happen to notice from the corner of my eye--one illegal alien trade IDs with another--who looked almost exactly like him-though they were not related.

To make a long story shorter--I arrested them and they were handed off to two Texas Rangers who were presant. What happened was--one traded his ID to the other in an attempt to help him escape. They were charged with: Escape Attempt, Improper Use of State Property (their IDs) and some other stuff. The guy who trid to escape--had been a serial killer who killed several people including illegal aliens--while riding the Southern and Union Pacific trains all around the area. I THINK--that illegal had also killed an officer at some point or other-so he was on everyones %^&* list.

The only other arrests ive made--involved arresting several illegal aliens when I was much younger and pre LEO days.

In my area we call "Several other charges" episode "A Paper Holiday"

A sitting judge was arrested for 'solicitation" and 'obscene and indecent acts.'

I was the arresting officer. I was also the victim/complainant.

That is ALL the information you're getting! Period!

Yes, a conviction was secured...and yes, it was rather big news at the time.

Be safe.

A wicked man by the name of Jerry Jones lived in North Georgia with his girlfriend. He got mad at her and murdered her parents and sister, then murdered his infant daughter he had with his girlfriend, and fled the area after kidnapping her three little girls.

This was in the early days of the Amber Alert system, and it worked. Jones' vehicle was reported to be driving on I-75 North toward the Tennessee state line. The girls, who Jones had said would die one at a time, were seen in the back of the SUV. A massive high speed chased ensued with numerous Georgia lawmen.

My lieutenant and I pulled onto the sides of I-75 on the Tennessee side and shut it down completely when we saw the blue lights coming from Georgia. I had been instructed to plug the space between the fast lane and barrier wall with my car. The chase was running a hundred miles an hour, and I was supposed to let him hit my car to stop the chase. I must have checked my seatbelt a dozen times in seconds, although it seemed like forever while I sat there waiting to get creamed and not expecting to survive such a high speed impact. I remember debating with myself the merits of using the emergency brake and whether having the car in park vs. drive would increase my chances of survival.

Thank God Jones flew past all the stopped traffic on the shoulder and shot up an entrance ramp at the last moment. My lieutenant and I shot up the exit ramp and the rest of our patrolmen were staging in various areas. At this point we were all on US 41 and in a business district. This is when the lead chase car, a Georgia trooper, pitted the SUV at a very high rate of speed. Jones' vehicle came to rest on a telephone pole with some very serious vehicle damage.

As soon as this occurred the chase pretty much came to a halt in the same stretched out formation it had maintained during the chase. We flew past the line of slowing patrol cars and made our way right up to the SUV. We knew he was supposed to be armed, and the windows were tinted pretty dark.

We rushed the vehicle and found the girls alive one of which was pretty bloody. The blood was from Jones. He had been armed with a loaded mini-14. We suspect the impact with the pole made the gun go off. It successfully blew off about all of his lower jaw, most of his tongue, and a substantial portion of the roof of his mouth. We couldn't tell the specifics of the injury because it was dark, but we could tell he was done.

He was unresponsive, was horribly wounded, and we knew he was dead. My lieutenant slung him onto the ground face first and cuffed him behind his back. We left him that way for a few minutes while dealing with the girls. I got my girl into the ambulance and walked over to Jones to look at his corpse. I squatted down in the dark and lit his face up with my flashlight. A tongue nub was wiggling around and his eyes were open and looking around. I suspect I squealed like a girl, but it was so noisy and chaotic nobody would have heard.

Lifeforce was called and landed in a nearby parking lot. The captain told me Jones was to be my prisoner and he wouldn't leave my sight for any reason. That led the my first helicopter ride. Jones came within a fraction of dying on the flight. It turns out all the trauma and blood prevented him from breathing if he was on his back. My lieutenant inadvertently saved his life by throwing him on the ground. Shortly thereafter I was in the operating room while they tried to stabilize what was left of his face. Initially the operating staff told me I couldn't be in there until they could find out who they had to speak with to get authorization for me. I told them I understood and that I would be in the operating room with Jones while they figured it out to their satisfaction. Nothing else was said. The smell of burning human flesh from all the cauterizing they performed was sickening.

In the most technical sense I never told him he was under arrest nor did I cuff him, but I'll count it since he was my prisoner first. Jerry Jones is on death row in Georgia, and I detest the fact that we didn't kill him that night.

Another;
Back in the late 1980's I worked for a city PD that was next to Dallas. I made a 11pm traffic stop for speeding. I always gave 15 over on the highway so this guy was at least 71 in a 55.

You always immediately called in the stop , the plates , and your location to dispatch before contacting the driver. Dispatch always ran the plates immediately. The plates came back with a RGN hit (region hit). That meant that someone who had driven that car had committed a traffic violation in that car and had a warrant either out of Dallas County or Tarrant County (Fort Worth). I believe there were about 38 cities in those two counties that contributed their warrant list to the region database.

The driver had no ID or insurance on him and he gave me a name and date of birth. I ran that info and found about five outstanding traffic warrants out of Dallas. He was arrested and I took him to our city jail. Dallas PD would come get him in the morning if he did not bond out overnight.

This is where it gets interesting. While I was booking him in he stated to me he had lied about his name and that he had used his brothers name, that those warrants were for his brother so he wanted to go home. I said fine give me your real name.....he gave me another name and DOB. I ran a check on that. That name and DOB turned out to have felony burglary warrants. So he had upped his misdemeanor traffic warrants to felony warrants plus a failure to ID charge (gave false name). He did not like that much so he said he lied again, that guy was his cousin. So.....He gave me a third name which turned out to be his other brother that was currently doing time for murder in the Texas prison system. Now I had an escaped murderer, but again that was a lie. It wasn't him.

He never did give me his real name. After all was said and done and his fingerprints came back, he wasn't any of those people, but was in their family. He, the real he, had an outstanding felony warrant for drugs.

The total for the night was;
1 Felony drug warrant arrest and four counts of failure to ID while being a wanted person. Plus a no DL and no insurance charge. Yes the prosecutor took all four counts of fail to ID,each a class A Misdemeanor (one level below a felony) and he was convicted of all four (made me happy because that was alot of paperwork). Amazing thing was that he had accurately memorized all those names and DOBs.... but all were unfortunately wanted or showed to be IN prison. Moral of the story is if your gonna lie about who you are, pick someone that is not also wanted.

On a much more light hearted note we were once running a prostitution sting in a pair of adjoining motel rooms. We were calling escorts from the local paper and taking turns playing the john. The john's room was wired with audio and video which was relayed to the neighboring room where the rest of the officers were. Once we were ready to place them into custody the john would say "That will work", and the other officers would rush into the room. It seemed simple enough.

So there I was in the room by myself. The lady of the evening arrives. We start discussing options and playing the word dance while I sit in one chair and she sits in the other. She was cool with everything but anal, and the money changed hands. I said, "That will work." And I just sat there. Nothing. She got up and walked over to me and got right up on me. "That will work", only this time I said it louder. Still nothing. Finally she said lets move to the bed. In over pronounced and extremely clear words I declared, "That will work." NOTHING!

So there we were, both sitting side by side on the bed. Me and my prostitute, and the cavalry had left me hanging. Before I know it her hand starts rubbing up my thigh. I bounce up off the mattress and pretty much holler, "THAT'LL WORK!"

This is when the room suddenly fills up with five additional guys. I'm pretty angry and start calling them names and jumping on them about leaving me hanging. Then I realized my whore was still sitting nearby. I turned to her (I still remember the look of surprise and confusion on her face) and said, "Ma'am, I apologize. I'm a cop and you're under arrest." Then I wheeled around and started raising cane again.

What happened was the lead goober had been holding my door key, the plastic credit card looking keys, and had been flexing it back and forth while they were watching me on video in the next room. As soon as I said my first "that will work" they ran to my door and goober-flexer-officer immediately snapped my room key in half as soon as he reached for the door handle. While I was getting madder by the minute while repeating "that will work" in the room, one of the guys was sprinting across the parking lot to the front officer for another key.

It was funny later.

My most memorable was a 18 year old cold case that was made into a TV show but I would bore you with all the details. I worked it with two other detectives.
But the one that is the funniest was as a rookie in Detroit one Sunday morning trying to do a mental commitment with my female partner who wouldn't help at all. I ended up chasing a 20 year old naked female through a apartment complex and finally tackling her in a muddy vegetable garden. It's amazing how many people showed up to watch the fun.

Since we've veered away from actual arrests, how about this one.

Dispatch put a 'any unit in the vicinity call' for a certain location. This was broad daylight in a very busy big city environment and very unlikely there wasn't a unit(s) near the area.

Was a busy day and nobody needed any more reports to write thus nobody answered....the dispatcher added: 'report of a naked female sunbathing behind the trees.'

Beat car quickly said he'd take the call. Upon arrival he noted he had it and 'all the other units on the scene can clear.'

Of course, I was one of those units.

Be safe.