Lost my first guy!!!
Well last night we went to stop a guy who was walking next to some houses at around 9 last night, and once i got out all our radio traffic and told the guy to come over to us, he ended up running. I chased the guy about a 1/4 mile down the street and through some back yards, but the SOB was fast!! He cut in between some fences and eventually i ended up losing sight of him. I think he probably ended up laying down somewhere once he knew i lost sight of him. Hindsight is 20/20 though, i should have got back in the car and followed him as far as i could with that, but when the adrenaline kicks in it is hard to think what you should do, lol. Anyways, so that guy got lucky that night and you better believe i will be looking tonight for him!
P.S.- To mr. POS Thug guy, we did find one of your expensive *** air jordan shoes, and that is now sitting in my patrol car as a trophy! I will be seeing you around!
P.S.- To mr. POS Thug guy, we did find one of your expensive *** air jordan shoes, and that is now sitting in my patrol car as a trophy! I will be seeing you around!
ORIGINAL: fallfast90
If you have a degree, try and get into some federal agency. Better pay and hours.
If you have a degree, try and get into some federal agency. Better pay and hours.
Usually better benefits for feds too.
'Sounds like it's time to lace up the running shoes a bit more often, although I still don't understand how some portly uniformed officers ever gain ground on a fleeing suspect after they get out of the cruiser, what with their bat-utility belt weighing them down.
I used to have fun with people who tried to flee for silly stuff. Imagine this...They're a group of fat college kids (mixed-gender group) who are trying to book on a check after gorging on appetizers, a stuffed pizza, and sodas. I'm a restaurant manager who just returned from Marine Corps OCS, where my last 3-mile time was under 17 minutes. I've gotten faster, since my body has recovered from the constant fatigue and I started running hill-sprints again. I pull up next to this tons-o-fun chick, who looks like she's about to burst, cry, or both. As I just trot along beside her, she looks over at me like "WTF are YOU doing?". I just smile and say, "Hey. Where ya goin' in such a hurry? Did you all forget about the check? Shouldn't you have parked a little closer?". She just flopped over and burst into tears.
Then there was the more-athletic group that split on another manager while I had just stopped in to check something. They went out the side door on the North. I watched the manager, a few busboys, and a few drivers chase them across in front of the restaurant and cross the street before I went out the front door, more to the South side, as they all scattered. This slickster that was still in sight and laughing as he pulled away from most of the pursuing staff didn't see me coming up behind the whole group. He had about a block on me, and I caught him about 6 blocks later, laughing back. I detained him until some of the others had caught up, and as we prepared to restrain him and wait for police, off-duty officers came waltzing from in front of a bar across the street. They came over and took charge, asking what was going on. The guy told them that he was "walking out to get the car". The officers, who had seen me catch up with this guy that was wearing sneakers and tear-aways (in my slacks, Bostonians, and a tie), got a good laugh when I asked him, "Do you always walk out to get the car like you're Jesse Owens?".
I look back on it now...That fat girl could have had a coronary...from embarassment. Leave the car right out front with the engine running and the plates missing/obscured if you can't outrun a meatball during a dine-N-dash, folks.
'Sounds like it's time to lace up the running shoes a bit more often, although I still don't understand how some portly uniformed officers ever gain ground on a fleeing suspect after they get out of the cruiser, what with their bat-utility belt weighing them down.
I used to have fun with people who tried to flee for silly stuff. Imagine this...They're a group of fat college kids (mixed-gender group) who are trying to book on a check after gorging on appetizers, a stuffed pizza, and sodas. I'm a restaurant manager who just returned from Marine Corps OCS, where my last 3-mile time was under 17 minutes. I've gotten faster, since my body has recovered from the constant fatigue and I started running hill-sprints again. I pull up next to this tons-o-fun chick, who looks like she's about to burst, cry, or both. As I just trot along beside her, she looks over at me like "WTF are YOU doing?". I just smile and say, "Hey. Where ya goin' in such a hurry? Did you all forget about the check? Shouldn't you have parked a little closer?". She just flopped over and burst into tears.
Then there was the more-athletic group that split on another manager while I had just stopped in to check something. They went out the side door on the North. I watched the manager, a few busboys, and a few drivers chase them across in front of the restaurant and cross the street before I went out the front door, more to the South side, as they all scattered. This slickster that was still in sight and laughing as he pulled away from most of the pursuing staff didn't see me coming up behind the whole group. He had about a block on me, and I caught him about 6 blocks later, laughing back. I detained him until some of the others had caught up, and as we prepared to restrain him and wait for police, off-duty officers came waltzing from in front of a bar across the street. They came over and took charge, asking what was going on. The guy told them that he was "walking out to get the car". The officers, who had seen me catch up with this guy that was wearing sneakers and tear-aways (in my slacks, Bostonians, and a tie), got a good laugh when I asked him, "Do you always walk out to get the car like you're Jesse Owens?".
I look back on it now...That fat girl could have had a coronary...from embarassment. Leave the car right out front with the engine running and the plates missing/obscured if you can't outrun a meatball during a dine-N-dash, folks.
this reminds me of.... http://youtube.com/watch?v=BLI0NQh3W58
"he's a freak, he's the fastest kid alive"
hope u catch the dude.
"he's a freak, he's the fastest kid alive"

hope u catch the dude.


