From my Police Officer’s “Daily Field Activity Report,” log entry #27, a true Police story about fighting a drunken Sundowners Biker Gang member and battling over my gun.
Drunk driving is not just criminal but an irresponsible act committed by anyone who climbs behind the wheel of a car and drives. The entire world understands how dangerous it is to drive after drinking, so in my opinion, because of that awareness, drunk driving should be no different from any other life threatening and dangerous criminal act committed and should carry the same punishment and time behind bars. Just ask the families who have lost loved ones because of a drunk driver if they would not agree.
I was working alone that night patrolling State Street and started to follow behind a weaving motorcycle driver. It was clear from the colors he was flying on his leather vest that he belonged to the Sundowners Biker gang. Refusing to pull over, the biker kept driving and I knew he was going to try to make it to his biker clubhouse. “Dispatch, I have a Sundowners biker refusing to stop… requesting a back-up,” I asked the dispatcher.
The biker turned into his clubhouse and I drove right in behind him. The sound of my siren must have alerted all his buddies because at least a dozen other bikers came pouring out of the house into the driveway. “Dispatch, I need that back-up now!”
I exited my car and approached the motorcycle rider and the small crowd of Looney tune bikers began heckling me. “I’m just here to conduct my traffic stop, let me just do my job and I will be out of here in a few minutes,” I said with respect, commanding respect in return. The crowd settled down a bit and my back up, Officer Peck, arrived a few seconds later.
“I smell alcohol on your breath and you are staggering and can hardly stand up,” I said to the rider, “%$#@ you,” said the biker, “Try to take me to jail,” he said flipping me the finger and walking away towards his cronies. I grabbed hold of his jacket twisting him around, “You’re under arrest, put your hands behind your back,” I ordered. He pushed me away, took a stance and the fight was on.
Let me fist explain that this fight was one of those fights I talked about where I stood toe to toe like a boxer and fought as if I were fighting for the title. I saw my partner, Officer Peck, with his gun drawn holding off the entire group of other bikers, he could not help me or the group would have over powered us. I continued to battle the biker, and the crowd began cheering and encouraging their friend to kick my ass. I began striking him several times with my nightstick because he persisted in trying to grab hold of me and because of his size and being drunk nothing seem to work. Somehow, I lost my stick during the fight and we began to wrestle on the ground rolling around in mud puddles, rocks and dirt.
After several minutes, we broke free, the biker stood up, and let out a yell like banshee, “Y-e-e-e-ah,” and tore off his leather vest. When he did that, I saw a large buck knife on his side and I drew my weapon, “Get down on the ground,” I shouted pointing my gun, “Get down on the ground!” He just stood there refusing to move so I tucked my gun in close to my side and used a front kick to his groin to take him down. As he was falling, he grabbed hold of the barrel of my gun and we both fell on the ground. He now has a hold of my gun barrel while I was holding onto the grip. For a few seconds we wrestled, both holding onto my gun while the gun, pointing at him pressed right into his chest. The hammer of the gun somehow caught onto my shirt and pulled almost all the way back, “SNAP!” the hammer fell forward. Everything stopped and was quiet. To all of our surprise, the gun did not go off. The biker let go of me and the leader of the bikers shouted at the rider I was fighting, “OK, that’s enough… give it up and let the Officer arrest you.” The biker turned around and I placed the cuffs on him and put him in my Police car. We were driving out of the driveway on our way to jail as the tow truck was arriving and the biker yelled out, “You’re going to tow my bike?” “Oh, yeah… you fought the law and the law won,” I said driving away.
We walked into the jail muddy, bloody and exhausted the biker was booked in jail for DUI, Assault on a Police Officer and Resisting Arrest.
The next day my Sergeant got a hold of me and told me that, he had spoken to the leader of the biker gang. “Hey Hallock,” the Serge shouted in front of all my co-workers, “the leader of the Sundowners,” he started to chuckle, “said that was quite a wrestling match last night… they think you’re alright and want to recruit you to their wrestling team.” “Thanks Serge, “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said as everyone started to laugh.