Anyone Collect Leg Irons/Handcuffs

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Picked up these Peerless leg irons today serial number 511 with serial number matching box 1962 is written on box top so I'm guessing they were purchased around that time.
 

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I don't collect them but do own a few sets from my Dad. He was Fed. LEO. - retired in the 70's and long since gone. Peerless, S&W and maybe one other brand I don't remember offhand.
 
Picked up these Peerless leg irons today serial number 511 with serial number matching box 1962 is written on box top so I'm guessing they were purchased around that time.


I would say those come from the time period when Peerless handcuffs were actually made by Smith & Wesson.
 
I have been collecting them since I became a LEO. Magnets are a good thing! The S&W handcuffs are with my S&W collectables and not in this photo:


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The old Iron Claw, yes but it is in the leather case and won't stay on the vault frame with magnets! That come along was a bit before my time, but the guys in the 50s and 60s still used them.

I carried that when I started in the early 80's. Almost everyone used them. I never used the leather belt case. I carried mine in the right, front pocket of my 8 pocket pants. I also had friction tape around the T handle because it got a bit slippery when your hands were wet. I would take it out of the pocket and push it against my thigh to open it. It was an excellent fight stopper.
 
As a young man a buddy of mine and I were given a walk down the dozen or so steps to the jail one night, after being caught urinating in a parking lot. Once we started down the stairs the cops started putting the sticks to us. We got to the bottom where the entrance to the city jail was and one of them said "Learned your lesson?" To which we both nodded in the affirmative, "You can go now." They went in the door, we collected ourselves and left. That left a lasting impression on me on the fairness of our "serve and protect" police that as someone else stated, you couldn't interest me in a pair of handcuffs if they were coated in fur and held by a red headed beauty.
I will say that neither of us thought about telling our parents because the number one rule was "Don't get caught doing anything that will get you arrested." We explained the knots and bruises as a dust-up with a rival school. I remember my dad saying "What did you do? Take the whole school on?"
 
Many years ago, I met an defense attorney that collected murder weapons.
Had a long hallway in his home lined with them. Framed along with them an article on the case. Handguns, knives and assorted other objects. A bit macabre but otherwise an ordinary guy with wife and kids.
 
Real leg restraint...

I still have a couple pair of my old hand cuffs and a Bianchi thumb cuff, but here is a real leg restraint. It's called an Oregon Boot. Back in the 70's my SO had a couple of them, but we weren't allowed to use them. They were used during transport of dangerous prisoners as late as the 60's.
 

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I have seen those come-alongs but never knew how they were supposed to be used. Time for some education.

The handle rotates. Turn it left, and the fingers open. Right closes them. There is a pinion gear that increases the mechanical advantage and increases the closing force. The harder it is turned, the harder the fingers close. It is applied, usually, to the wrist of the person you are trying to control. I have "seen" them applied to other appendages and it can make a dandy impact weapon in a pinch. It will bring a large, violent person to their knees in an instant. Once there, the regular restraints can be applied. They were the Taser of my day without the failures.
 
A friend and I got into a bidding war over a ball and chain at a local auction. There was also a muzzle loading shotgun we both fancied. I got the ball and chain, he got the shotgun.

After the auction, we traded with each other and decided we could each have saved money if we’d talked to each other before the bidding started!
 
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