The 4A,. Drug Dog "Testimony" and Florida

[fightingquaker13]

The Sailor in that story graduated second in his class two weeks after that bust and managed to remain squared away for the remainder of his hitch!  He had several Chiefs that supported him and didn't want to see him railroaded out of the Navy!  He was one lucky SOB!

In our day, making E-7 (Chief) meant you not only did your job well, but you didn't get caught either!

 

And here I thought it was autobiographical.
FQ13

[Timothy]

In Iceland, they had a real problem controlling the amount of hasheesh that was being brought onto the rock.  The Icelandic police had paid buku kroner to get this new drug dog trained for drug smuggling.  It was big news on the island, so big that one of the local drug kingpins put a hit on the dog and had it assassinated on the streets of Reykjavik to prove a point!

Little did they know the primary importers of dope were the Air Force boys bringing stuff over on the hops from Copenhagen and Amsterdam.  It was big friggin business up there and lots cash was changing hands.

[Timothy]

And here I thought it was autobiographical.
FQ13

I'm pleading the 5th there Professor!

Wanna see my Honorable Discharge?

 

[fightingquaker13]

I had a former enlisted guy tell me one time that they used to put the crappy weed into the floor polish, get out the buffers and polish the floors.  Then like a few days later the MP's would bring the dogs in and they would just go nuts because they could smell the weed in the floor but couldn't narrow it down to just one location.

We did something similar in HS. They brought in MacGruff the crime dog to search the lockers. We got pissed. As student council veep (yeah, I got all the girls ) I decided that a stand needed to be taken. There were a bunch of empty lockers. The dogs treat for indicating was a tennis ball that got thrown to it when it found something. Heaven for a Lab. We put a little weed and crammed about 50 tennis balls that we "liberated" from the country club  a friend worked at into each of the unclaimed lockers, maybe a dozen in all. Rin Tin Tin would bark, the locker would have the lock opened and the balls (rubbed with bong water)  would bounce out causing the dog to go nuts. Oddly, the principal didn't see the humor. However, being newspaper editor and photographer (did I mention I was a chick magnet? ), I did get a great shot of him being knocked backward by a Lab lunging for a falling tennis ball on the front page of the North Shore HS "Stampede" entitled "Victory in the Drug War". Oddly enough, the dumb SOB never even questioned me and my friends, after all, we were the "good kids".
FQ13

[santahog]

To the thought of Florida and Cops, I lived ther in the 80s, from Tampa to G'ville at one time or another..
In Gainesville, in the summer, the ratio of Cops to residents was one for 30.. There were at least five Depts there if you count Campus PD..
LE still tends to get carried away with itself sometimes down there, from what I understand..

I got pulled over by Alachua County one time at about 02:15 one morning. I and the Cops were the only cars on the road.. I asked the Cop if I was "driving bad". He said no, but that it was suspicious for me to be out at that time of night.. I supressed the urge to suggest that it was closing time at the bars.. I wasn't drinking.. I was on mushrooms at the time so there wasn't much to take me to jail on.. Just dilated pupils and spinal fluid.. I did more sobriety tests than I'd ever heard of that night, and there were 4 cars worth of frisky, bored bubbas waiting for me to do something stupid.. I had a good time.. One guy tossed a handful of change on the ground and had me cross one leg over the other, squat, and pick it up... Like I said, I was tripping.. I didn't have a problem with the "tests".. I was a pretty jovial sort anyway back then.. It was just interesting is all.. It took about 45 minutes and they gave up and left..
Today, my back is so twisted up that I couldn't walk a straight line of my life depended on it.. Ah, the joys of youth..

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[tombogan03884]

I had a former enlisted guy tell me one time that they used to put the crappy weed into the floor polish, get out the buffers and polish the floors.  Then like a few days later the MP's would bring the dogs in and they would just go nuts because they could smell the weed in the floor but couldn't narrow it down to just one location.

I find it hard to believe as we were to poor to waste. But I'm still ROFLMAO  

In Iceland, they had a real problem controlling the amount of hasheesh that was being brought onto the rock.  The Icelandic police had paid buku kroner to get this new drug dog trained for drug smuggling.  It was big news on the island, so big that one of the local drug kingpins put a hit on the dog and had it assassinated on the streets of Reykjavik to prove a point!

Little did they know the primary importers of dope were the Air Force boys bringing stuff over on the hops from Copenhagen and Amsterdam.  It was big friggin business up there and lots cash was changing hands.

It was the same with us.
All the Panama Red that came to Camp Lejune came by way of Snow Hill AFB .