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OK, cop story....
I was on patrol on the east end of the county, when one of our deputies called "out of the car on a traffic stop" on a major highway on the west end of the county. I began heading that way for backup, but got flagged down by a motorist asking for directions.
I got detained by this motorist for a bit, but dispatch got concerned, and called my radio car to see if I could assist the other unit - he hadn't called back in saying he was ok - or anything!
I headed on over to the west end of the county to where he had reported he was out of the car. As I approached the scene, there were multiple vehicles stopped, and a crowed facing away from the road, looking up a hill to a fence line running parallel to the highway.
I could see a couple of people up there, and what looked like a deer.
I got out of my car, and walked up the hill, and the people were all yelling "HELP HIM!"
The deer had been hit by a car, and John followed it up the hill to see if the deer needed to be dispatched (shot in the head, for you kiddies). The deer charged John, pinning him to the big cyclone fence, and the butt of John's .357 revolver was lodged in the links of the fence. John was beating the deer over the head with his flashlight with his left hand, while wrestling to get his firearm dislodged from the fence so he could shoot this deer.
(For those of you who know Jerry Clower, this is downright hilarious, particularly the fact that my partner's name was John)
As I approached John and the deer, the crowd was yelling "Shoo, deer, go away", and John was beating the deer on the head with the flashlight, the deer was spurting blood everywhere, the deer had ripped Johns uniform pants open, and his legs were bleeding (and some of that blood was the deer's) and John saw me approaching. He began yelling "Shoot this thing!"
(Again, if you know Jerry Clower, this is hilarious) I knew it was a serious situation, but I was laughing so hard, and John was yelling "SHOOT this thing!" And I tried circling around for a clean shot, John still yelling "SHOOT this thing"
Of course, the proper response would have been...
me: I can't shoot, John, I might hit YOU!
John: Well then shoot up here amongst us, cause ONE of us needs some relief!!!!
(I couldn't bring myself to do that)
Finally, as I circled around (the deer was still pushing John into the fence with the deer's shoulder) and felt like I could safely dispatch the deer, he just collapsed, lay there panting, and died.
I don't know how many times I've had to tell that story on John when we've been in meetings, or parties, or just about anywhere.
I was on patrol on the east end of the county, when one of our deputies called "out of the car on a traffic stop" on a major highway on the west end of the county. I began heading that way for backup, but got flagged down by a motorist asking for directions.
I got detained by this motorist for a bit, but dispatch got concerned, and called my radio car to see if I could assist the other unit - he hadn't called back in saying he was ok - or anything!
I headed on over to the west end of the county to where he had reported he was out of the car. As I approached the scene, there were multiple vehicles stopped, and a crowed facing away from the road, looking up a hill to a fence line running parallel to the highway.
I could see a couple of people up there, and what looked like a deer.
I got out of my car, and walked up the hill, and the people were all yelling "HELP HIM!"
The deer had been hit by a car, and John followed it up the hill to see if the deer needed to be dispatched (shot in the head, for you kiddies). The deer charged John, pinning him to the big cyclone fence, and the butt of John's .357 revolver was lodged in the links of the fence. John was beating the deer over the head with his flashlight with his left hand, while wrestling to get his firearm dislodged from the fence so he could shoot this deer.
(For those of you who know Jerry Clower, this is downright hilarious, particularly the fact that my partner's name was John)
As I approached John and the deer, the crowd was yelling "Shoo, deer, go away", and John was beating the deer on the head with the flashlight, the deer was spurting blood everywhere, the deer had ripped Johns uniform pants open, and his legs were bleeding (and some of that blood was the deer's) and John saw me approaching. He began yelling "Shoot this thing!"
(Again, if you know Jerry Clower, this is hilarious) I knew it was a serious situation, but I was laughing so hard, and John was yelling "SHOOT this thing!" And I tried circling around for a clean shot, John still yelling "SHOOT this thing"
Of course, the proper response would have been...
me: I can't shoot, John, I might hit YOU!
John: Well then shoot up here amongst us, cause ONE of us needs some relief!!!!
(I couldn't bring myself to do that)
Finally, as I circled around (the deer was still pushing John into the fence with the deer's shoulder) and felt like I could safely dispatch the deer, he just collapsed, lay there panting, and died.
I don't know how many times I've had to tell that story on John when we've been in meetings, or parties, or just about anywhere.
They took it out to the tree line and left it. As they were walking away, it got up and ran off.
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