The lighter side of police work

[PILOON]

I as hoping this tread would be entertaining wit stories of funny/strange things that happen in the police world. Back on track or let's move on.

Ron

OK, here you go----
Last week I noticed my gas was low to the point that I had that flashing warning.
When I arrived at our long steep hill I shifted to neutral and coasted downhill in order to save gas.
Darn it a LEO popped out from behind a tree holding a radar gun so I did the proper thing and stopped right there in the middle of the road and shut down my engine.
He clocked me doing 80 in a 50 zone!
I showed him my gauge and flashing warning and he said, "Have a nice day', I kid U not so I purchased a Lotto ticket at the gas bar.


Another one----
Years ago, driving in a residential area, within speed limits but in a kinda daze I would slow down at each and every intersection whether they had a stop sign or not.
Since it was a residential hood with lots of cars parked on the street I was very alert to possibilities of a tot chasing balls ou on the street or kids blowing stops on their bicycles. (kids and bikes never stop)

After some many blocks a LEO pulls me over and asks why I 'blew' some 5 stops.
I replied that as a concerned parent a tots life was more important than to me than red signs. I said my eyes were concentrating on movement and not searching for red signs.

He smiled and said have a nice day!

 

[dmccarty]

From the book: A Good Man with a Dog: A Game Warden's 25 Years in the Maine Woods: Roger Guay, Kate Clark Flora: 978151748: Amazon.com: Books
Roger Guay was a highly respected game warden and K-9 handler until he retired about 15 years ago. In the book he tells about getting called out when he was just starting out with dogs, to look for a lost child.
The pup kept going over to the family snowsled, and Roger would pull him away and tell the dog to get to work.
A couple of hours past and the search was starting to build with more volunteers showing up; when the toddler walked around the garage to see what the commotion was about.

"I fell asleep on Daddy's snowmobile."

Roger said that's how he learned to listen to his dog.

Yep, you have to learn to listen to the dog.

In the last century, I worked with a guy who was a K9 handler in the USAF. He spent time in Thailand and Vietnam during the war.

One of his stories was when he had to patrol the perimeter road at an airbase in South Vietnam. Just him and his dog. They were walking on the road one deep, dark night when he saw a truck driving along the road with it's lights on. He did not want the lights to show him and his dog to any VC or NVA that might be watching so he went to move into a ditch. The dog did not want to go into the ditch or as he would mimic the K9, "Daddy, I don't want to go into the ditch." So he and the K9 did a bit of tug of war with him trying to get into the ditch and the dog not wanting too...

Eventually, he and the dog get into the ditch and are laying down as the truck goes by. The story at this point is better told in person so you can see the arm and hand movement. They were looking UP at the truck and as it went by, the headlights showed a big a....ssed cobra that was sitting up 3 feet or so OVER the K9 and the handler. :shocked::laughing:

My friend said he learned that night to read, understand and forever to believe his dog. :laughing::laughing::laughing:

Later,
Dan

 

[2LaneCruzer]

This isn't exactly a LEO story, but it's in the psychic vein, so I thought I would relate it any way.

Back in the late 50's, just out of high school, I went to work for a local supermarket chain. One morning we were unloading a truck, and got to talking to the driver. He said he had a close call that morning. Seems he was driving through a residential area to make the store delivery. He rounded a corner, and sitting out in the street was an old Kleenex tissue box (actually an empty case, as I recall probably 2and1/2 feet square by 3 feet tall) sitting out in the street. He said he had an urge to run over it, but at the last minute thought better of it...maybe it had a rock or something in it that might puncture a tire.

Looking back in his rear view mirror, he said he saw a little boy stick his head up out of the box. Sometimes we have to listen to our instincts.

 

[turnkey4099]

No one carries a gun apart from police and some security people such as payroll trucks although most things are cashless now.
I don't feel the need for a firearm and I am not a hunter.

Fortunately I live in a country where guns are allowed for self protection. Just up thread was a post saying the criminals down your way have all the guns they want. Odd that.

 

[turnkey4099]

Subject to random police inspections :shocked:
I don't comment on many posts but,WOW!!

And they don'teven see a problem with it!!!

 

[turnkey4099]

See above ^^.

Your definition of 'unavailable when needed' is different from ours. If there's a feral animal problem then you simply go and get the weapon and, responsibly, take care of them.

while the feral animal, or criminal, politely waits for you to get back.

 

[MossRoad]

Let's stay on track of the lighter side of police work or the thread will be closed or moved to politics.... thanks.

 

[bunyip]

A LEO friend told me he was in court being cross examined by a particularly nasty barrister about his ability to identify the defendant, he spotted him from a couple of hundred feet away on a crowded street and the defence jumped on this opportunity to give his client a chance..
he started to question his ability to identify even though he was a dog ugly little villain and would stand out in a dark room.
He challenged him on his eyesight at a distance with never ending examples and finally asked 'and just how far can you see', mates response was 'on a clear night I can see the moon'.

 

[bunyip]

Same villain and I was in court waiting in case I was needed, police giving evidence on how they found said villain on the roof of a house, questioned as to what he was doing the response was 'looking for my dog'.

He finished up with two broken legs after an armed robbery, the police broke down the door of an apartment and he took off and jumped off the balcny to escape, being on the 3rd floor was not one of his smarter ideas.
Removed from society for a few years to give someone else a chance.

 

[Jstpssng]

Another Maine game warden story... My cousin worked when the department underwent Draconian budget cuts. The officers were limited to how many miles they could put on their trucks in a month; some of them were barely allowed enough to o get to their districts. One warden was scheduled to appear in court but had already exceeded his mileage allotment. So he dressed in his full uniform, took his briefcase and hitchhiked to court.