Our shooting range was across the bay behind the airport so when you qualified you had to ride the ferry across the bay, walk through the airport into this valley. SE Alaska doesn’t have many flat spots that you can set up a range at.
The troopers always wore full uniform when they were doing anything where the public could see them. They decided to take the shotgun and the mace canisters with them as they had lots of canisters and had never used them. Off they go. I bet you know by now this is not going to turn out good…………….
They get down in the bottom of the draw and start their shooting exercises and they go good. Now time for play, they load up the canisters and shoot several off. The other end of the draw is one big cloud of mace. OH NO! A gust of wind comes and here comes the cloud. They all take off running. The Sergeant and our commanding officer is not a very fast runner and the cloud overtakes him, down he goes, the eyes are burning, the snot is running, coughing on his knees. The officers think they can’t leave him there so they turn back. Sarge crawls to a small stream. The officers are running down the hill yelling “no, no, that is the sewer from the airport”, but he doesn’t hear them and starts throwing the water in his face. They don’t know if they should cry or laugh………..
They finally get to him and half drag, half run back up the hill. The cloud has dispersed a little by now but their eyes are still running and the nose is going full force snot running everywhere and Sarge stinks.
They clean up as well as they can and head for the ferry. They know they can’t go inside as they are a mess and Sarge, well he stinks to high heaven but his nose is still running so full he can’t smell himself. They looked like something that cat had drug in.
They finally walk through the door of dispatch and the laughter erupts, what I would have given for a camera. Not a smile on any face but dispatchers and our eyes are watering too and not from mace. Man those officers all stunk but no one as much as the sarge.
The Sergeant comes in the next day headed to Juneau. He still is not smiling but boy does he smell better. Off he goes for a week.
The Troopers all come into the office; we wonder why all of them are coming in. They must have a meeting. Well they had a meeting alright. All of a sudden here they call come into dispatch and right out the front door of dispatch as they are spraying mace everywhere and laughing.
Our office smelled just like that draw for 3 days. The tears were running and this time not from laughter. We opened every window and door and still had to dispatch the shift with the radio mike and phone sitting on the window sill and us in a lawn chair outside. Those blasted guys. They sure did not spend any time in the office the next 3 days.
The dispatchers???? Revenge will be mine! Someday when you least expect it, revenge will be mine.
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