When Cops Attack!

There is a hidden war in public safety that the public rarely gits to see. I'm not really sure how it started, but I'm pretty sure it was started by a jealous cop.



In my town this war has taken many faces, here is just one series in many.



We had a rookie cop who was Hispanic and always bragged about his heritage. We quickly figured out he didn't speak a lick of Spanish. I awarded him the nickname "Sapo" which he was really proud of until he went home and bragged to his Grandmother about it. He couldn't believe he was laughed at by his Granny, until he learned we were callin him "Toad."



The P.D. retaliated by sneakin into the engine bay and firing off 12 gauge blanks at 3am.



We escalated the events by catchin a few tarantulas and dumpin them down the windshield of a patrol car one cool morning. The spiders crawled down to the motor for warmth until the vehicle was drove for a bit. When they got too warm they came back out the way they went in, resulting in a very traumatized Sargent on the side of the road.



We thought we had pulled off the sneak attack of the year: no witnesses, no forensics, score one for the good guys!!



Too bad we forgot the police lot is covered by a very nice, top o the line, radio shack special B&W camera. Kinda hard to hide our BRT (Big Red Truck) even on their crappy surveillance equipment.



Course they had to git us back. One, now former, officer snuck into the ambulance and applied a liberal dose of powderized tear gas into our air conditioning vents. When the vehicle was started we were out of service, unfortunately on our way to a call. It took two days for us to git our ambulance back.



It was decided at this point city vehicles were off limits, since the police can't control themselves!

Just to see you smile

We are back from the lil git away we had for the weekend. Was a wonderful trip that really helped recharge my batteries. I really yearn for every second I can be away from the city.

The weekend highlights for me were: (No particular order)

Learnin we had at least one new neighbor. The closest house to the cabin has had a few black bear sightings. Called my buddy Tater to git some info about bears and heard the words of wisdom "They ain't nuthin but damn overgrown raccoons"

CDB got lost durin our nighttime, pre-moonrise 4wheeler excursion. Pretty excitin to git turned around in pastures you have walked since childhood.
I don't point this out to poke fun, it really is neat to git lost in an area so familiar, makes you realise how wild and unpredictable your own land can be.

Did y'all have that awesomely over bright moon out there as well? Once it popped over the mountains you woulda thought it was 6am!

Got to sleep late!!! Was woken up by her laughin bout the perch she caught in the pond on the second morning.

Got to see Rooster again, missed that horse, and dang he is a super stud, looks great from runnin those cows all over the ranch!

Had a very pretty doe jump outta the tree line and streak right past us. She was absolutely perfect in color and conformation. Don't see doe like that every day.

Noticeably less pig tracks! Think the neighbor has been pressuring them pretty good.

Had my now traditional race across the pasture with Daisy, poor Violet still hasn't caught on and was left eatin our dust again! Was even more excitin then usual due to the overgrown field. When I hit third gear I thought my wife was gonna squeeze me in half.

Cindy's Grandma reminded me I'm family now!

Last but not least:

Got to see my wife's real smile, not the one she wears round here.