The Day We Talked To Buck.
Created Thursday, August 4 , 2011
It was a good night. My partner officer, and I were cruising the streets , and the back roads like deputies were supposed to do.
We received a call from our dispatcher. She sounded like a cool country girl with all her skillful training. She was gifted in advising deputies who to see, and what to do, and where to go.
Our force had a long list of deputies , and even a flotilla, the individuals that worked the waters in special boats. We even had a few pilots, and an air plane, and helicopter at the airport. One of my best friends Bill was a pilot. We worked the streets together side by side, and we took into custody some illegal drug pushers together. I drew my magnum . I told him to open the door before we knocked it down. It was early when we arrested five dealers .
A state trooper in short pants stood in front of a door. I told him to move away from it. Maybe he did not watch enough homicide detective programs. You're not supposed to stand in front of a door. You could get shot to pieces that way. I tapped on a picture window with the gun barrel of my revolver. A gun has a distinct way of speaking for itself. And individual opened the curtains. Quickly I said, " We are deputy sheriffs from the sheriffs department so open the door right now."
The door opened. We did not have to go in like gang busters, but guns were drawn . Every suspect in the room was arrested , and charged with possession of illegal drugs with intent to distribute . There were drugs, and there was a shotgun in the bed with one suspect. The city police, the state police, drug enforcement, and I had plenty of work to do. I told the suspect with the shotgun to get out of bed, and to stand up against a wall. He had to be searched very well. I definitely did not want to get shot on the way to the county jail . I had not had breakfast yet. I always liked a good cup of coffee, some grits, maybe two scrambled eggs , or a wedge of lemon pie, and a delightful cigarette so that I could light up my life .
Sometimes deputies would go to a local restaurant on breaks . There is something about uniforms that some women like. I was married to a magnificent lady, so I remained faithful. I have been married forty three years to that same wonderful person.
My wife is ten times better than I am. I guess she loves me to stay with me. I know I do love her.
Buck got in trouble again. He was a local citizen. This time he went into a bar room with a 44 magnum rifle , and shot up the place , scaring the daylights out of everyone.
My partner , and I had to go arrest him . We were advised that he had a high powered rifle.
I was not going to shoot him. Buck was a big man about the size of a grizzly bear, but we knew he only wanted attention.
I told my partner that we need to talk to him. My partner agreed .
Buck did point his rifle at us. My partner , and I walked up to him , and asked him if he felt like talking about whatever was bothering him.
He told us he was dying . We knew he was not dying . Buck looked very healthy to us. We figured he had too much alcohol in him. We suggested that he get a second opinion. When it comes to you're health sometimes a person may need a second opinion from another doctor . Buck said he did not get one. We told him he should get one.
We told him to say a prayer with us. My partner, and I always took time to keep the lord in our lives.
Buck gave us his rifle . I knew he would not hurt us , so we invited him to have coffee at the pit stop with us .
He enjoyed his coffee. We told him we would do what we could to help him, but he would likely have to pay , for damages at the bar room he shot to pieces.
We enjoyed ourselves, and then we had to take him to the lock up.