Here 'ya go, Ras...a few tidbits for you to pick on me over this weekend...
So I worked day shift Wednesday and Thursday. It's been a long month; I ended up pulling 7 shifts this month to cover shortages. I usually do 2-3 a month. I'm tired, and took today off to recover and get ready to go back to Job #1 on Monday.
Anyhoo, a few examples of "The Adventures of a Dirt Road Deputy":
- I made a stop for Speeding (87/70). Nice guy from New Hampshire. He's a maple syrup salesman, and he's been down in Florida hawking his product. "100% Organic Maple Syrup", whatever that is. But my better half is a borderline tree-hugger (who lets me buy guns, you figure that one out). So I lower his speed to 81, as I normally do; he signs; I give him his copy; and then buy a jar of maple syrup from him. He was actually laughing when it was all over. Wife got pretty excited about the syrup.
- Responded to a Cardiac Red call with Fire/EMS. Way out in the country. Those almost never end well, and unfortunately this one didn't either. But the Squad transports, and the firefighter rides with the squad so they can tag-team CPR for the long ride to the hospital, so now here I sit with a fire engine on the side of the road. With the EMS Lt's consent, I drive the pumper back to the station, park it in the bay, and secure the station. Another deputy picks me up and takes me back to my ride. Back when I was FT, I made all of my team train on how to drive a pumper / squad, and run the pre-connects on the pumper so that the first firefighter on scene could gear up and attack the fire. It paid off here, in a small way. The crew from the hub station that moved to fill the gap couldn't believe I knew how to drive the pumper. There are a lot of switches and knobs to move to make one of those things do what you want it to do. Glad I could remember how.
- 911 misdial, again, way out in BFE. The residence sits back in the woods off a "two-path", off of a dirt road. I get there, and Grandma explains that the baby got hold of the phone while she was trying to get something up on Netflix for the baby to watch. But the funny part is the chicken. When I get out of my Tahoe, this insanely fat chicken trots up to me like some sort of guard dog. Follows me to the house; up on the porch, and just stands there staring at me while I'm talking to Grandma. Then it follows me back out to the truck, and trots halfway down the drive behind me while I'm making my way out. Just one of those things that make you chuckle. I sure hope she doesn't end up cooking that chicken; it had a lot of character.
- Hogs on the side of the Interstate. There's this one spot where they come through the fence and root around off the side of the road. One gets hit maybe once a year. They understand that road = death. But we get a number of 911 calls from passing motorists when they come out to forage. Yesterday, the 911 Center got a call reporting "tiny cows" on the side of the road. Tiny cows. Folks, I don't care where you're from, if you can't tell the difference between a feral hog and a cow...
That's about it for this episode. Y'all be safe out there.