And The Fight Was On - by Retired Dale County Sheriff Bryant MixonRickey Stokes
Posted by: RStokes
Date: Sep 08 2020 1:27 PM
FROM RETIRED DALE COUNTY SHERIFF BRYANT MIXON
And The Fight Was On
Deputy Tim McDonald walked in the office. “Hey Sheriff, you want to take a ride?” I knew it was going to be interesting. An informant gave Tim information on the whereabouts of a fugitive in an adjoining county. We wanted this guy.
We contacted the Sheriff and he assigned a Deputy to assist in the arrest. After a short surveillance of the residence, he appeared in the back yard. Now, was our chance to take him down outside.
The Deputy assisting us made verbal contact as we approached him from behind. They got into an argument... Not good... Angrily, he turned to retreat into the house. We blocked his entry. By now, I had been in the business long enough to read body language, fairly well....this was not going down easy.
He was young, built like a college linebacker and mad. I looked at McDonald and said, “This is not going to end well, but let’s do it....And the fight was on.
McDonald and I had never double teamed anyone before. We weren’t use to how each other worked...It showed. After a few long minutes of not winning....A plan emerged...McDonald said.” I’ll go for the legs and snatch him forward, you push him backwards.” Good plan.
Facing him, Tim dropped low and grabbed him behind the knees. I applied all my weight, which is considerable, to his upper body and down he went. You could hear the “whoosh” as the air left his lungs when he hit the ground. We had him ...
Now, for the assisting Deputy to place the handcuffs on him while he was down.
There was a problem...
While the fight was occurring, our assisting officer had stepped away ten yards and was doing the best Fred Sanford imitation ever. The last time I saw anyone throw that many punches and not hit anyone was Elvis in concert. He reminded me of old folks watching wrestling in the fifties and sixties.
From the ground, I said, “Hey, the fight is over here...bring the cuffs.” He collected himself, stopped throwing punches at empty air and cuffed our fugitive. He then, looked at a tired Sheriff and Tim McDonald and said, “We really took it to him, didn’t we?” Yea, friend...We really took it to him.
McDonald and I still enjoy a laugh and a memory.