Assaults on officers

[JohnnyReb]

Who here has been actively assaulted? I'm not talking about just some resistive strikes, but a full on physical assault.

Over 5 years in corrections, and I have been assaulted, but not a full on active attack.

If you can share your expirence, please do.

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[collim1]

I've been in a couple of knock down dragouts over the years. Luckily I won them both and the BG went to jail in worse shape than me.

Took some punches in both of them, and had a gun grab attempt in one.

OC, ASP baton, and a overall bad attitude were deciding factors in both fights.

Cant breathe or see, cant fight.

I generally operate as a two man unit, so active agression is rare for me.

[4949shooter]

Here in NJ, any assault on a police officer is aggravated assault by statute. I have had a few people charged with aggravated assault on my behalf. I told one of my boring stories on Snowman92D's baton thread, so I won't bore you guys again.

Like in corrections, things can get out of hand on the street. This mostly happens when there is no backup available, or the backup is too far away. One copper against one, two, or three aggressors is usually when this type of thing happens. In my experience, patrolling the rural areas on the state answering general police related calls has led to more brawls then highway patrol. This in my opinion is due to the fact that people are more comfortable on their own "turf," and feel a sense of entitlement due to this. Out on the highway, they are on our "turf," and have less support (both moral and tangible) than they do in their own neighborhoods.

Don't get me wrong though. LEO assaults do happen on the highways. It can be a lonely place out there when backup is ten miles away. And usually the culprits are more desperate, or inebriated, when it does occur.

[MeefZah]

Tryiing to effect a domestic arrest one night, by myself, in the kitchen (bad place). About 5 years ago.

Guy was a pretty good fighter, had been an amateur not in MMA but in some similar discipline whose name escapes me right now.

I tell him he's under arrest, he says: "**** you", and turns around to boogey further into the house. I grab him, the fight is on. He slams me against a wall, I slam him against the opposite wall, we are each trying to get in elbows and knees but neither is very successful. We bounce each other off various walls quite a few times. Few minutes elapse. I end up shoving him into the refrigerator, which topples over, and he goes down. I'm pretty worn out at this point. There was a few seconds while he was down that we were not in contact with each other, and I deployed OC at that point. It had no effect; actually, after I hit him with it, he growled at me in this inhuman way and yelled: "You want to go, let's GO!!!!!!!!!"

He then begins, from his prone positon on the floor, to grab at my ankles like he is trying to take me down. I wear a BUG down there and I was worried he was going to find it, or succeed in taking me to the floor, and I didn't think I could win a ground fight against him. No backup was coming, as I was on duty alone, and the fight had kicked off quick enough that I couldn't radio for county assistance. I shoved and kicked at him and tried hard as hell to not let him take me to the floor.

Kind of a wierd slow motion decision making process then started.

I thought about shooting him for about a second, but didn't think it had gone quite far enough to justify that.

I began punching him in the back of the head as hard as I could and that had no effect. He continued to try and take my legs out from under me.

I carried a SL20X (still do, actually), and it had been tucked in the back pocket of my pants when the fight started. Because it was kind of top heavy back there, it fell out probably right as I was initally going hands on.

As I was punching him in the back of the head and triying to figure out at what point the line would be crossed and I would shoot him, the SL20X came rolling in a slow, gentle arc across the floor and literally stopped just inside my field of vision, about 2 feet away. It was like some sign from the Streamlight gods.

I bent down, picked it up, and began beating it into the suspect's head. After about three blows he collapsed on the floor, blood everywhere. I cuffed him up.

Another wierd / funny thing, as I'm whaling on his dome, I look over and see his wife, who had just been beaten by him, and she is sitting in a chair, watching us, and smiling like she is really glad to see him getting his skull split.

I disengaged and called for a C/44, and a squad.

He gave up any further fight and just lay there bleeding. He was transported to the hospital; and he ended up having a broken nose and a depressed fracture of the skull. I refused the ambluance ride, I had a bunch of cuts and scrapes. He also had Hepatitis, so that was a fun few months of testing.

He ended up catching a felony DV and felony assault on a PO, along with a host of misdemeanors. Plead to it eventually, and got less than 18 months in prison.

Weeks later, I was slating another dude at the jail, and this cat was in a holding cell on suicide watch or some such ****, and he hollers at me to come talk to him. I go over, and he begins apologizing profusely. I accepted his apology but I told him I was pretty close to shooting him, and if there was a next time, I would.

[MeefZah]

One of the guys who was on here for a bit, and may still lurk, is Sparkster (Brandon).

Brandon was investigating a marijuana grow operation in rural north central Ohio when he came under ambush fire from the suspect, who was armed with an AR. Brandon took 5 hits from the suspect (out of I think 50-60 rounds fired) from 180 feet away, and put down the suspect with return fire from his handgun. Literally his last round of the 16 (no spare mags) took the guy down.


Having worked with Brandon and spent a lot of time with him personally, both before and after the shooting, I can say that he is one strong guy - physically, mentally, spiritually. He brought with him into the arena that day a readiness and a resolve; I think his thoughts as he quoted them later were something along the lines of: "I'm not dying out here".

I will send him a link to this thread, he may be along to share his experiences, as I would not want to comment on his behalf. But I'd say his experience is the extreme in an officer being assaulted... ambushed with a rifle.

[Kadetklapp]

One of the guys who was on here for a bit, and may still lurk, is Sparkster (Brandon).

Brandon was investigating a marijuana grow operation in rural north central Ohio when he came under ambush fire from the suspect, who was armed with an AR. Brandon took 5 hits from the suspect (out of I think 50-60 rounds fired) from 180 feet away, and put down the suspect with return fire from his handgun. Literally his last round of the 16 (no spare mags) took the guy down.


Having worked with Brandon and spent a lot of time with him personally, both before and after the shooting, I can say that he is one strong guy - physically, mentally, spiritually. He brought with him into the arena that day a readiness and a resolve; I think his thoughts as he quoted them later were something along the lines of: "I'm not dying out here".

I will send him a link to this thread, he may be along to share his experiences, as I would not want to comment on his behalf. But I'd say his experience is the extreme in an officer being assaulted... ambushed with a rifle.

That was an amazing story. I remember it being posted.

[lethal tupperwa]

I guess 80 stitches qualify

And the funny thing is I won.

[Officer X]

One of a couple from about 10 years ago

I had a big guy that was drunk who we were going to arrest for DWI and beating the snot out of his girlfriend come out of his car swinging haymakers at me, I ducked back just in time to keep my head on my shoulders. He caught me with a followup in the chest before he took off running.

Chased him down and we started fighting in a backyard, rolling around in the lawn with several residents watching us ( mid afternoon on a summer day). He tried grabbing at my gun and also tried biting me. He took a few punches from me during and as we were locked up wrestling around on the ground and he tried biting me, I emptied my can of OC right down his throat which took the fight out of him.

His defense attorney came to court asking for a lighter sentence and produced MRIs and Xrays claiming his poor client suffered a knee injury during the incident. (That's a whole other part to the story)...He ended up cutting a deal with the prosecutor for 90 days in county + time served.

[Ohio Copper]

Tryiing to effect a domestic arrest one night, by myself, in the kitchen (bad place). About 5 years ago.

Guy was a pretty good fighter, had been an amateur not in MMA but in some similar discipline whose name escapes me right now.

I tell him he's under arrest, he says: "**** you", and turns around to boogey further into the house. I grab him, the fight is on. He slams me against a wall, I slam him against the opposite wall, we are each trying to get in elbows and knees but neither is very successful. We bounce each other off various walls quite a few times. Few minutes elapse. I end up shoving him into the refrigerator, which topples over, and he goes down. I'm pretty worn out at this point. There was a few seconds while he was down that we were not in contact with each other, and I deployed OC at that point. It had no effect; actually, after I hit him with it, he growled at me in this inhuman way and yelled: "You want to go, let's GO!!!!!!!!!"

He then begins, from his prone positon on the floor, to grab at my ankles like he is trying to take me down. I wear a BUG down there and I was worried he was going to find it, or succeed in taking me to the floor, and I didn't think I could win a ground fight against him. No backup was coming, as I was on duty alone, and the fight had kicked off quick enough that I couldn't radio for county assistance. I shoved and kicked at him and tried hard as hell to not let him take me to the floor.

Kind of a wierd slow motion decision making process then started.

I thought about shooting him for about a second, but didn't think it had gone quite far enough to justify that.

I began punching him in the back of the head as hard as I could and that had no effect. He continued to try and take my legs out from under me.

I carried a SL20X (still do, actually), and it had been tucked in the back pocket of my pants when the fight started. Because it was kind of top heavy back there, it fell out probably right as I was initally going hands on.

As I was punching him in the back of the head and triying to figure out at what point the line would be crossed and I would shoot him, the SL20X came rolling in a slow, gentle arc across the floor and literally stopped just inside my field of vision, about 2 feet away. It was like some sign from the Streamlight gods.

I bent down, picked it up, and began beating it into the suspect's head. After about three blows he collapsed on the floor, blood everywhere. I cuffed him up.

Another wierd / funny thing, as I'm whaling on his dome, I look over and see his wife, who had just been beaten by him, and she is sitting in a chair, watching us, and smiling like she is really glad to see him getting his skull split.

I disengaged and called for a C/44, and a squad.

He gave up any further fight and just lay there bleeding. He was transported to the hospital; and he ended up having a broken nose and a depressed fracture of the skull. I refused the ambluance ride, I had a bunch of cuts and scrapes. He also had Hepatitis, so that was a fun few months of testing.

He ended up catching a felony DV and felony assault on a PO, along with a host of misdemeanors. Plead to it eventually, and got less than 18 months in prison.

Weeks later, I was slating another dude at the jail, and this cat was in a holding cell on suicide watch or some such ****, and he hollers at me to come talk to him. I go over, and he begins apologizing profusely. I accepted his apology but I told him I was pretty close to shooting him, and if there was a next time, I would.

Glad you came out no worse for the wear on that one, brother. Good ol SL20X...I love them.

Couple of tussles with drunks, some solid knee strikes were landed and it ended quickly. Nowadays, I don't even take a chance. My taser's out and ready to rock and roll as soon as they start acting up. Stuff goes from normal to nasty real fast.

[BamaTrooper]

Had a guy try to run me over if that counts. Totalled out my car.

Had another guy at Mardi Gras get a shot in to the side of my head.

Never any serious injuries.

[Pepper45]

I was off FTEP for only a few days, and a beat partner and I had this dude rabbit on us from a simple Terry Stop. I recognized him from a flyer, and knew he had warrants, so we hunted him down in a very wooded park. My partner jumped him out of some brush, and he ran right for me, and we sort of tackled each other. We rolled down a slight hill, and through some brush, kicking, trying to get knee strikes, and we eventually wound up rolling down onto a paved path, and I was on top. He kept trying to gouge out my eyes, and I wasn't going to play for control of his hands. I grabbed both his ears, and started using the pavement as an impact weapon. He went limp just as my partner ran up, and we got him rolled and cuffed.

He told me after a court appearance that he'd have a knife the next time. I told him that would be fine, because I bring guns to knife fights. I never wound up arresting him again, and he hasn't been seen in the area in at least a couple of years. I think the last we heard, he was in SoCal, looking to get shot by LAPD.

[Sparkster]

One of the guys who was on here for a bit, and may still lurk, is Sparkster (Brandon).

Brandon was investigating a marijuana grow operation in rural north central Ohio when he came under ambush fire from the suspect, who was armed with an AR. Brandon took 5 hits from the suspect (out of I think 50-60 rounds fired) from 180 feet away, and put down the suspect with return fire from his handgun. Literally his last round of the 16 (no spare mags) took the guy down.


Having worked with Brandon and spent a lot of time with him personally, both before and after the shooting, I can say that he is one strong guy - physically, mentally, spiritually. He brought with him into the arena that day a readiness and a resolve; I think his thoughts as he quoted them later were something along the lines of: "I'm not dying out here".

I will send him a link to this thread, he may be along to share his experiences, as I would not want to comment on his behalf. But I'd say his experience is the extreme in an officer being assaulted... ambushed with a rifle.
:wavey:
That was very succinctly put. I know of 42 rounds he fired at me and three civilians, could've been more. Distance is right and heck yeah, until 10 seconds after my heart stops, I ain't giving up.

Don't let MeefZah play humble though, he got the flip side of the officer assault down pat... he was at the hospital 2 or 3 times a week to hang out, talk, or just sit there and keep me company. I lived in hospital for 2 months and believe me, getting shot wasn't necessarily the worst part of being ambushed. Being confined to a twin size mattress for 8 weeks and daily grueling therapy was far worse. Not to mention the demonic morphine dreams. All that to say, don't forget the "officer down" until he's back up.

[Morris]

Rookie year saw me with a drunk driver try to put the wrestling grab on me. We were down and fighting before my cover officer realized what was happening. Nothing like feeling your gun get tugged at to pucker you up. It was then I realized how woefully inadequate my DT had been, despite being fresh from the academy.

Second was several years ago. In custody, with hands behind his back and handcuffed, decided to go after me when my back was on him as we were going through the doors in the sally port. Hard fighter for a deuce, tried a gun grab but thankfully, I had already disarmed. We fought for a hard minute before I got the upper hand by picking him up and collapsing him (and me) on the floor of the sally port. He later claimed that the PTSD was a contributor.

Both were wake-up calls. Not major like the others but certainly enough to break me from my complacency.

[chaos_23]

One of a couple from about 10 years ago

I had a big guy that was drunk who we were going to arrest for DWI and beating the snot out of his girlfriend come out of his car swinging haymakers at me, I ducked back just in time to keep my head on my shoulders. He caught me with a followup in the chest before he took off running.

Chased him down and we started fighting in a backyard, rolling around in the lawn with several residents watching us ( mid afternoon on a summer day). He tried grabbing at my gun and also tried biting me. He took a few punches from me during and as we were locked up wrestling around on the ground and he tried biting me, I emptied my can of OC right down his throat which took the fight out of him.

His defense attorney came to court asking for a lighter sentence and produced MRIs and Xrays claiming his poor client suffered a knee injury during the incident. (That's a whole other part to the story)...He ended up cutting a deal with the prosecutor for 90 days in county + time served.

I hate to see lenient sentences on folks that fight cops. It only encourages it, in my opinion. I'm fortunate to live in a county where our judges and juries appreciate the fuzz and tend to stick it to the criminals.

[Cochese]

In 2009, I got in a foot pursuit with three car trespass suspects. I caught one and the fight was on. He pulled a screwdriver on me during the exchange and I hurt him. His two buddies made it to the car and the getaway driver sped toward my cover officer (K9 handler). They hit him with their car and he fired two rounds as he went down (both misses into the car). They panicked and tried to leave the area and t-boned my sergeant at 40 mph.

As I was finishing up my asswhippin' on my guy, he got a second wind, just in time for the K9 handler to holster his gun, dust himself off, and bail his dog out, who came over and finished my fight for me, judiciously.

We won that night.


1.5 years later, I was involved in a failure to yield on a DUI. He waited for me to get out of my patrol car and then rammed me at 20-23 mph while I was getting back in to avoid being run over. My medicals bills are $79,xxx to date and I have a 24% permanent disability rating now.

I am leaving uniformed police work as a result to go federal/1811 and hopefully keep my body in one piece until retirement.

Good times!

[nikerret]

A couple of years ago, we responed to a fight at one of the small town bars. The report came in that several people were holding a guy down who was violent.

First unit shows up and finds guy sitting alone on barstool, ripped shirt, bloody nose. Another guy with a ripped shirt is the guy who put him down.

First unit takes him out to his patrol unit, parked accross the street, to talk, no cuffs, just seperating him.

I arrive a few minutes later. The guy is someone I recognize from a prior domestic (he was the victim). There is a woman on the sidewalk by the bar having an emotional breakdown, she has several women around her, trying to calm her down. I look at the Deputy and he gives me a "stay here" look.

The guy is very drunk and talking crazy. He keeps asking us if we are down with humanity and if we will help him fight off the aliens, who are already here. He tells us there are seven snipers around, all ready to kill us if we aren't down with humanity.

The guy has his back to the patrol car, I am to the rear of the patrol car, his right, just behind his perpendiular. The other Deputy is in front of him and slightly to his left. As the other Deputy is trying to talk to this crazy guy, I recognize the dreaded circle of worthless interview. The guy keeps going two steps forward, one step back toward getting violent. About every time I am ready to jump in and cuff the guy and take over the investigation, I stop myself to let the newer guy improve his techniques in dealing with people; he has a habit of getting into the unproductive interivew circle.

While I am watching this and trying to watch the bar patrons, a new Trooper, fresh out of FTO, shows up. We still have a Sgt. on the way (the most people we would ever have, Trooper ws actually supposed to be home, but stayed out in case we needed help).

After the other Deputy asks the guy what's got him so upset, for the fortieth time, the guy yells, "UPSET, YOU WANT TO SEE UPSET!" and rushes the Deputy. He gets two hands grabbeed onto the front of the Deputy's shirt before the Deputy manages two steps backpedaling.

I sprung into action. On video, which is quite embarrassing, I found out that my sprining into forward action takes four or five sidesteps, (left, right, left, right, left, forward) in place, first :embarassed:

I grabbed the guy, who was still pushing the other Deputy, who had a terrified look on his face, in a bear hug with the intention of twisting around and throwing him on the ground, onto his stomach/face, and I would follow him down, using my natural body weight and gravity to effect the maneuver.

Some of that happened,
When I picked him up, the squirrelly guy managed to turn around, in my arms, with his feet off the ground. He hit me with his right elbow in the process, before he got his left hand on my throat and we went down, sort of, as planned. Him turning screwed up the landing and I actually ended up underneath him.

I swung my feet around and got on top of him, his hand still on my throat and his other hand grabbing at and striking my face. At this point, I tried to pry his hand off my throat, unsuccessfully. I then hit him under the chin and pushed his head upward, this pulled his hand off my neck slightly as I had longer arms. Then, I saw the Taser laser. Oh, crap. I tried to tell the other Deputy not to use the Taser, but no sound or air came out. This scared me, I knew it was going to be really big suckage.

The Trooper managed to get a cuff on the guy's other hand, the one that had ripped my lapel mike off and had been hitting me, and the Deputy, for some reason, took off the Taser cartridge. I got the hand off my throat and yelled, "Taser, Taser, Taser!", even though, I knew I was going to ride with him. The other Deputy driver stunned him on the upper chest, by the collar bone. The guy looked at me and stopped his attack. He and I were still entangled, just staring at each other, wierd look on his face. Once the Taser cycle quit, he started fighting, again, clickclickclickclick, the Taser went through another cycle.

"Okay! I'm Done. I'm Done.", he said, and he stopped fighting. This is when the Sgt. pulled up, he ran over and we got the other cuff on him, in front, and rolled him onto his stomach so we could hold his hands down. After he was rolled over, he started bawling.

We called a City PD unit (cars have cages) to transport him. When I went to put him in the car, the fight was about on, again, but I was able to talk him out of it.

The fight at the bar started after he had pissed everyone off with his alien and humanity talk and had thrown his wife down on the sidewalk.

He and his wife had a $98 beer tab, between the two of them. He had mixed the copious amonts of alcohol with his mediaction for PTSD and other mental disporders that were military related.

He ended up with four years of diversion with regular drug/alcohol testing, therapy, curfew, +; in addition to what the US Army decided he would do. He is still active duty and very apologetic about the events that night.

[JBUS]

Have had quite a few fights. Last one was a foot pursuit across a very busy roadway.

The only funny part(s) about this was as I was chasing him, I decided to taze him on the run. Done it before, it's worked..not this time. Dude, turns as I'm pulling the trigger...darts miss him, he then hits a thick metal wire that is strung up at a deserted restaurant parking lot. It was about mid thigh high to him (5'6") and he folds himself over it.

I slow down, reholster tazer and go to take him into custody. The fight is on, he's punching me in the face from his back. I am able to pass and get in and start throwing elbows. We wrestle on the ground and he starts to get up on all fours. I knee him in the face, splitting his eye wide open and then get his back and finally cuff him.

The front of my uniform is torn open and I am able to put myself together.

I ask for medical for him as well as crime scene to photo him and me. All the while my fiancee' is non stop calling me since she is a patrol deputy as well.

At the time, she was pregnant and working the office during my hours and taking phone reports. So the only info she gets is hearing me on the radio voicing I'm in foot pursuit. Then voicing we are fighting. Re voicing still fighting, then asking for fire and CSI.

No one thought to call her and tell her I was ok. I felt bad for her. Not only did we have a small fight before I left for work (I workout before work), but we never talked after briefing. I changed that to no fighting before and if we do, make sure we make up ASAP.

I received a few sobbing voice mails but I was able to calm her down while headed to the hospital in the ambulance.

We finally get to hospital and dude tells the doctor he wanted to die. He said he had torn my shirt open looking for my backup gun. That was when I finally pieced together why he was groping me through my vest....I just thought that was an odd way to fight and get your ass kicked.

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One other one that sticks out in my mind was a guy who was out in a roadway holding a gun and banging on passing cars' windows in a neighborhood.

I have a phase 2 trainee and another deputy there. We contact him in the doorway of his house. I have my AR and trainee has handgun, other deputy taser.

Subject is tased, no effect on him and he bails into the house. Deputy follows him in there and I go in after deputy. Subject is tased again but no effect, running out of the house before we can even think about cuffs. Fight is on outside with other deputy...trainee still watching while keeping subject's brother detained.

The fight was short and as I am following them out the door, subject happens to be running back into the house and bear hugs me, trapping my arms against my body. I am now pinned with an AR across my chest and my issued sidearm out in the breeze. He's 6'8", I'm 5'6"...

I feel the tugging on the gun, so I push away with the left hand, get just enough to draw and double tap him in the chest. As I come up to give him one to the head like trained, his eyes are rolled into the back of his head and it looks like two hoses are on full blast from his body.

Estimated distance of shooting was 6"- 8"....

I will never forget the slide of my issued P226R moving, the ripples in his skin, the scream he made, the blood that came shooting out of those holes like a water hose and the fact that his aunt was a dispatcher for another agency and had called our comm center saying she was a dispatcher and trying to get my full name.

I never heard both shots nor do I remember de cocking before re holstering.

It was as if time slowed down for that short amount of time for me to draw, double tap, bring my gun up, both hands, sight alignment, sight picture and getting ready to put one in his face.

We backed off, I had handled all radio traffic from first contact to putting out 'shots fired' and requested medical aid for the subject. Even saying please and thank you when handling requests on the radio or asking for something.

When other deputies began arriving, I remember one asking if I was ok...I remember holstering and saying, 'he's dead.' and walked back to my car.

That's all I got. Sorry so boring...

[BlackPaladin]

I was recently assaulted by a guy with a knife. He was not successful in stabbing me or the other two officers who were present. The process is about to go to court, I will post more after he is charged.

[FL Airedale]

That's all I got. Sorry so boring...

Not boring at all. It's a miracle you prevailed when that giant got you in the bear hug. Well done!

[Ftttu]

I've been assaulted but never received any injuries. I've been in many wrestling matches attempting to subdue the idiot, rarely ever receiving any injuries during those incidents.

I know a guy who stopped to check 3 teenaged subjects walking near a school on a Friday near the end of school, a time when many fights break out. One of the kids had some type of a warrant and took off on the officer, leading him on a foot pursuit after hearing dispatch advise the officer of the warrant. The kid rounded some houses and started going back toward the officer's unit. The officer managed to grab the kid, holstered his taser and was about to cuff him when the kid jumped up from a kneeling position and grabbed the officer around the waist. They went to the ground and the kid got the officer's weapon away from him(level II holster) in no time. The kid was standing over the officer, pointing the weapon at the officer's face, telling him that he didn't want to go back to jail. The officer, a crisis negotiator, told the kid not to do it because it would only make it worse. The kid racked the slide, pointed the weapon at his temple and fired. After everything settled, the other two kids told the detectives that the kid told them both that he wasn't going to go to jail and that he was going to jump the officer. Well he did but couldn't go through with pulling the trigger on the officer, only on himself. Be safe out there. This officer is about 6',01", works out regularly but was taken down by a medium sized teenager.

[Kadetklapp]

One other one that sticks out in my mind was a guy who was out in a roadway holding a gun and banging on passing cars' windows in a neighborhood.

I have a phase 2 trainee and another deputy there. We contact him in the doorway of his house. I have my AR and trainee has handgun, other deputy taser.

Subject is tased, no effect on him and he bails into the house. Deputy follows him in there and I go in after deputy. Subject is tased again but no effect, running out of the house before we can even think about cuffs. Fight is on outside with other deputy...trainee still watching while keeping subject's brother detained.

The fight was short and as I am following them out the door, subject happens to be running back into the house and bear hugs me, trapping my arms against my body. I am now pinned with an AR across my chest and my issued sidearm out in the breeze. He's 6'8", I'm 5'6"...

I feel the tugging on the gun, so I push away with the left hand, get just enough to draw and double tap him in the chest. As I come up to give him one to the head like trained, his eyes are rolled into the back of his head and it looks like two hoses are on full blast from his body.

Estimated distance of shooting was 6"- 8"....

I will never forget the slide of my issued P226R moving, the ripples in his skin, the scream he made, the blood that came shooting out of those holes like a water hose and the fact that his aunt was a dispatcher for another agency and had called our comm center saying she was a dispatcher and trying to get my full name.

I never heard both shots nor do I remember de cocking before re holstering.

It was as if time slowed down for that short amount of time for me to draw, double tap, bring my gun up, both hands, sight alignment, sight picture and getting ready to put one in his face.

We backed off, I had handled all radio traffic from first contact to putting out 'shots fired' and requested medical aid for the subject. Even saying please and thank you when handling requests on the radio or asking for something.

When other deputies began arriving, I remember one asking if I was ok...I remember holstering and saying, 'he's dead.' and walked back to my car.

That's all I got. Sorry so boring...

Holy ****.

[JBUS]

**It may seem like I have these outrageous stories but seriously, I've worked the ghetto in CA for 7-8 years now. I haven't seen nor done it all.

I don't feel I am seasoned enough and still ask questions and I still study. I just happen to have some magical thing called the "sh** magnet" attached to my patrol car.

One thing my fiancee' says is I'm pretty humble....we've known and worked around each other for years now....she says her first memory of me was well, nothing because I just showed up at a call to help her, did my part, asked her if any more help was needed and then left to help elsewhere.....**

Ok, last one..these things seem to be too long. This one is an average fight and has a funny ending.




I make a ped stop who's riding a bike with no light. I hit the takedowns and red/blues and he stops.

I start talking to him and gives me his birth certificate. He's kinda nervous but it's nothing new in our wonderfully ghetto part of town.

I go to our records channel and when I go to run him, he hollers out 'No!' and takes a step towards me. I take a step back and am able to get back to our main channel.

As I tell him to sit down, he takes one more step forward so I engage and we go to the ground.

It's a pretty good one and we probably fought for 30 seconds (maybe less?) before I hear our dispatch asking for a welfare check of me since the mic clipped a few times (this was told to me afterwards).

I am able to get dude on his stomach and I take a nano second to reach up, grab my mic and tell dispatch I'm fighting with dude.

He is a pretty squirrely tweek. I'd get one hand and the other is going wild...I'd get a hold of that hand and the other one is wild.

As I have his back, I see this yellow thing (m26 tazer at the time) come flying out of nowhere. I wear it on my left leg (I'm right handed) and as luck would have it, tweek dude is looking to his left.

He sees it and says, "I'm gonna taze you, then kill you." And his left hand shoots out to grab it. There is a reason why I wear black underoos...for moments like this because I **** my pants. LOL.

Seriously though. I fgo straight to rear naked choke. I get my legs in and start to get the arm wrapped around his skinny as a pencil neck.

I luckily roll to my right and I'm on my back, him on top of me and had applied about 3 seconds of pressure when one of my rather portly partners comes waddling/running up.

Low and behold, he straight up kicks dude in the face, which contacts me and I'm out.

I come to sitting at the front tire of my patrol car and look over to see tweek dude cuffed, spit mask on and bleeding everywhere.

He fought medics when they tried to look at him and jail staff when he finally was booked.

I told medics I was ok and almost, almost got away with it until they asked for my birthday. I said rather loudly, November 10, 1775!!!!!!!

Everyone started laughing and the medic said I had to go with them. I remember being so disheartened. I guess it was a good thing. I had a concussion and my right hand was hurting pretty good, nothing broke but strained and sprained etc.

A few days later, detectives go and interview tweek and he said when he saw my patrol car coming down the street, he made up his mind to kill me.

They found a few rounds (can't remember caliber) in his pocket but he wouldn't say if he had a gun. Dets speculated he saw me and threw the gun in the field. No one ever found a gun so who knows.

All I know is that kid was 5'5" and 130lbs soaking wet but he was a greasy, squirrely skinny ass tweek that gave me a run for my money.

And my Drill Instructors were right back in the day...you'll never forget the Marine Corps birthday!

[Ftttu]

Dayum, JBUS!

[JBUS]

Dayum, JBUS!


I hope others share their experiences. I like reading about them and we all can learn from someone else's experiences.

I figure another officer or even nonleo type like security guard might read it. Something will stick in their mind and it might save their lives or someone else's.

My best friend/beat partner told me she just went through a departmentally put on tactical 2 day handgun class and they used my incident as a good example of close contact shooting and it's also used in our rifle class when they talk about transitions and weapon retention.




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