Cop Tales are true stories as told by law enforcement officers from all over the country. The stories are told in the First Person. The actual officer’s initials follow each story.
It’s only two tickets
When I was about to be promoted to lieutenant and transferred to the new area with the highway patrol, I had two tickets left in my ticket book with only two days left.
I didn’t want to write a memorandum and turn in just two tickets, so I decided to write two easy ones on my way home.
On the first of two days, I was driving home in a highway patrol Mustang when a car approached from the rear at well more than 100 mph.
I figured that would be one of the citations; however, I was wrong. The vehicle blew right by me and never slowed. I chased it at approximately 110 mph. I finally got him stopped, and he was driving under the influence of alcohol. I called for a patrol unit that handled the arrest and booking.
The next day on my way home, I observed a Camaro that had two people inside not wearing their seatbelts. I decided to stop them, issue my last two citations and go home. When I got closer to them, I noticed their license plates did not match their vehicle type. I ran the plate through dispatch, and it returned to a different vehicle. I requested a back-up unit and stopped the vehicle. It turned out that the Camaro was stolen, so we arrested both occupants. I eventually issued those two citations, but it sure wasn’t easy. -BS
Thanks to the citizens band radio
CB radios used to be very popular with the motoring public.
Motorists frequently used CB radios to learn about emergency services while traveling.
The highway patrol area I worked in was approximately 35 miles of interstate freeway and 200 miles of state and county roads.
Since radio communications were often hindered due to the mountainous terrain, nearly half of the officers purchased CB radios to serve the public better.
One of our officers headed to investigate a hit-and-run accident when he received a call on his CB radio. Apparently, a man who had been at a restaurant was bragging that he escaped from a county jail. The CB radio operator described the subject and his location to the officer, who then notified dispatch of the situation.
When the officer arrived at the service station, he saw the subject putting gas in his motorcycle. The officer called for backup and was assisted by a county sheriff’s deputy.
The subject did not have identification, but he did have a booking slip from that county’s jail in his possession. He said he was released on his recognizance.
A check with the jail staff revealed that they had a jailbreak earlier that morning in which 18 felons had escaped. After they checked their records, they said they did not have our subject as one of those escapes. However, he was booked for two counts of armed robbery, burglary and possession of stolen property. He was then documented as the 19th escape. He was placed under arrest by our officer for felony escape from jail in addition to his original charges. If he didn’t brag at the restaurant and if not for the person’s help on the CB radio, he probably would have gotten away for good. -BC, T
Years ago, I worked as a deputy sheriff when I received a well-being check from grandparents who had let their daughter take the granddaughter for a night or two, even though she had psychological issues.
They decided it was good for the granddaughter to get to know her mother better.
I found out she was staying in a “pay-by-month” type motel room. I made a forced entry into the motel room and went toward the bathroom while my back-up officer went toward the bedroom.
We immediately noticed that the walls, counter and floor were covered in brown stuff. It took my brain a few minutes to comprehend that it was all dried up blood.
As I turned around and exited the bathroom, I saw two little shoes sticking up from underneath about three blankets. It looked like the witch’s feet under the house in “The Wizard of Oz.” I didn’t want to lift the blankets.
When I lifted the blankets, I saw a horrific sight. The mother had stabbed her seven-year-old daughter 36 times. When the daughter did not die right away, she slit her throat from ear to ear. We tracked the mother down with a K-9 and found her bedded down in some trees. I can still see that little girl’s face so clearly this many years later. -RC
Brian Smith served four years in the Marine Corps and retired as an assistant chief with the California Highway Patrol. He residences in Bakersfield. If you have a personal “Cop Tale” to share, please contact Brian at firstname.lastname@example.org.