model70hunter
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Jimmy in another post mentioned several instances where the perp didn't want to give it up and an altercation ensued.
Now one has to arrest perps, I mean alleged perps, with a politically correct process. You, know excuse me sir it's not nice to point your gun, please put it in the evidence bag. Thank you please put the cuffs on. Oh Thank you place all fingers on the ink pad and put them on that little FBI form.
Wasn't always this way.
As an LE I never saw one bad guy touched, thumped nor struck unless the bad guy went full WWF wrestler to escape.
One of the cities in our county had one City PD guy for a short while that loved to fight, he brought in too many that were beaten and was let go. He's the only one I knew of that did that.
I know long build up to BUT!
One guy on the day he was released from the big house on parole was back selling, he started a fight with me and evidently did not learn one thing in prison about fighting. He was charged with multiple new drug counts but was put back in prison for assault on a police officer, hitting the officers hand with his face. I told all I did not hit him but my fellow officers swore he assaulted me. However he did push the first strike red button.
WE had a shiney new Highway Patrolman. He was a very good person, likeable, willing to learn, smart, 4 year degree and kind. He grew up in a small town and had never seen much violence and never had the need to settle arguments the old fashioned way.
I have 2 remembrances of him.
He was not from the Ozarks where some things were still settled by fists. The older guys there and some of our uncles had run the illegal backwoods roadhouses. Bar fighting was an accepted spectator sport unless you were in it. I had one uncle who was champ in his time and one cousin who was local and for while the KC champ. Bare knuckles.
Our HyPo man stopped a backwoods boy from a county over. He was known to drink, be very surly and combative when drinking. his nickname was the Bear.
Our new man stopped him late one Fri or Sat night for weaving. Asked him to step out of the car, hello that's what the Bear wanted to hear. Our new LE never saw it coming, sucker punch and then many more head shots from a 6'2" Bear while he lay on the ground till consciousness left him.
He had called the stop in, in a few he had not called back. rookies are mother henned more. We hustled out and found him on his knees half way into his car. We said he is alive and doesn't want help but he is battered.
My long time friend was that areas Sgt in charge. He was about 6'1" medium build but had been around the block a time or two, and you can name any block. He peeled off before he got there and headed down the interstate towards the next county, we also knew where the Bear's den was, we couldn't go do anything, wrong county. Hypo can go anywhere.
The Sarge caught him before Bear got off the interstate. Bear stepped out of his car probably thinking well here's another one that's gonna bite the dust.
Jay boy was quick, when Bear moved toward action the first thing he felt was blinding pain from a shiny new S&W 66 whacking him on the left side of his skull. Thick skull, he kept standing thinking this was a fight.
Some LE's here know some LE's practice their draw thinking it may come in handy some day. Some get pretty fast, some get faster. Some like Bill Jordan and my SGT bud had a little Rattlesnake in them, they were beyond quick. While Bear was closing his fist and raising his arm lightening struck.
The next troop over was headed towards this spot as they knew an upset Sgt was running over 3 digits to catch him. When they arrived Sarge was into phase two of training folks why they should not hit policemen nor his nice new shiny rookie. They seemed to think if they had not showed the 66 would have gone from 4" to snubby by daylight.
The message was out do not punch a patrolman.
I knew Bear as e played each other in HS football. Some others knew him professionally. For reasons unknown Bear mended his ways, quit going out to drink anyway.
Sarge said no one but no one touches one of my guys.
A short time later, weeks or a month, on a busy night at the Sheriffs office in walks the Rookie, he had graduated, he had arrested a large drug felon who did not want to come easy.
The felon had some bruises and knots on his head. But;
our new man, the rookie looked like hello. Uniform shirt torn mud all over his pants and a determined look on his face. He did not say anything to us as he handed over his revolver to the jailer to take the prep to the interrogation rooms in back. We all were surprised and glad for him. Sarge, my reloading buddy, was happy when I called and said by golly he's got it. He ran down to see and pat the kid on the back.
Scratch the one City PD fighter fellow. I remember a 2nd one. Our county seat had a stomp a young drunk kid first too. He was retired by the time I was an LE. He spent 20 years in the Army as an MP. My Dad and him served in the same MP company during WW II. Dad and him did not get along. Another story for another thread.
Now one has to arrest perps, I mean alleged perps, with a politically correct process. You, know excuse me sir it's not nice to point your gun, please put it in the evidence bag. Thank you please put the cuffs on. Oh Thank you place all fingers on the ink pad and put them on that little FBI form.
Wasn't always this way.
As an LE I never saw one bad guy touched, thumped nor struck unless the bad guy went full WWF wrestler to escape.
One of the cities in our county had one City PD guy for a short while that loved to fight, he brought in too many that were beaten and was let go. He's the only one I knew of that did that.
I know long build up to BUT!
One guy on the day he was released from the big house on parole was back selling, he started a fight with me and evidently did not learn one thing in prison about fighting. He was charged with multiple new drug counts but was put back in prison for assault on a police officer, hitting the officers hand with his face. I told all I did not hit him but my fellow officers swore he assaulted me. However he did push the first strike red button.
WE had a shiney new Highway Patrolman. He was a very good person, likeable, willing to learn, smart, 4 year degree and kind. He grew up in a small town and had never seen much violence and never had the need to settle arguments the old fashioned way.
I have 2 remembrances of him.
He was not from the Ozarks where some things were still settled by fists. The older guys there and some of our uncles had run the illegal backwoods roadhouses. Bar fighting was an accepted spectator sport unless you were in it. I had one uncle who was champ in his time and one cousin who was local and for while the KC champ. Bare knuckles.
Our HyPo man stopped a backwoods boy from a county over. He was known to drink, be very surly and combative when drinking. his nickname was the Bear.
Our new man stopped him late one Fri or Sat night for weaving. Asked him to step out of the car, hello that's what the Bear wanted to hear. Our new LE never saw it coming, sucker punch and then many more head shots from a 6'2" Bear while he lay on the ground till consciousness left him.
He had called the stop in, in a few he had not called back. rookies are mother henned more. We hustled out and found him on his knees half way into his car. We said he is alive and doesn't want help but he is battered.
My long time friend was that areas Sgt in charge. He was about 6'1" medium build but had been around the block a time or two, and you can name any block. He peeled off before he got there and headed down the interstate towards the next county, we also knew where the Bear's den was, we couldn't go do anything, wrong county. Hypo can go anywhere.
The Sarge caught him before Bear got off the interstate. Bear stepped out of his car probably thinking well here's another one that's gonna bite the dust.
Jay boy was quick, when Bear moved toward action the first thing he felt was blinding pain from a shiny new S&W 66 whacking him on the left side of his skull. Thick skull, he kept standing thinking this was a fight.
Some LE's here know some LE's practice their draw thinking it may come in handy some day. Some get pretty fast, some get faster. Some like Bill Jordan and my SGT bud had a little Rattlesnake in them, they were beyond quick. While Bear was closing his fist and raising his arm lightening struck.
The next troop over was headed towards this spot as they knew an upset Sgt was running over 3 digits to catch him. When they arrived Sarge was into phase two of training folks why they should not hit policemen nor his nice new shiny rookie. They seemed to think if they had not showed the 66 would have gone from 4" to snubby by daylight.
The message was out do not punch a patrolman.
I knew Bear as e played each other in HS football. Some others knew him professionally. For reasons unknown Bear mended his ways, quit going out to drink anyway.
Sarge said no one but no one touches one of my guys.
A short time later, weeks or a month, on a busy night at the Sheriffs office in walks the Rookie, he had graduated, he had arrested a large drug felon who did not want to come easy.
The felon had some bruises and knots on his head. But;
our new man, the rookie looked like hello. Uniform shirt torn mud all over his pants and a determined look on his face. He did not say anything to us as he handed over his revolver to the jailer to take the prep to the interrogation rooms in back. We all were surprised and glad for him. Sarge, my reloading buddy, was happy when I called and said by golly he's got it. He ran down to see and pat the kid on the back.
Scratch the one City PD fighter fellow. I remember a 2nd one. Our county seat had a stomp a young drunk kid first too. He was retired by the time I was an LE. He spent 20 years in the Army as an MP. My Dad and him served in the same MP company during WW II. Dad and him did not get along. Another story for another thread.
The drunk was furious and out for blood. All Bill could do was lock a bear hug around him and hold on for dear life. It took several minutes for back-up to arrive and the whole time the two ends of that broken bone were grinding on each other as Bill struggled to stay upright. 
