I remember one in Wa state I responded too, guy named "Dave". He qand his wife always arguing, we responded to a bunch of domestic calls there. This one evening my partner and I responded to Daves house again. Met his wife (cant remember her name) in the neighbors driveway, she said Dave was in the mastrer bedroom with his 12 gage shotgun. We drew our pistols and calling out to Dave to put down the shotgun and come out of the bedroom, we took up positions monitoring the hallway that led to the master bedroom and kept calling for Dave to drop trhe shotgun and come out with his hands up. Nothing..no reply, no sound, no nothing. Slowly we moved down the hall and from a safe position we could see what appeared to be Dave sitting on the bed upright with his 12 ga between his legs, and his hands on the trigger area. We just could see that, legs, gun, work boots, pants and hands. We kept talking to Dave, put the gun down, stand up, come out with your hands up.......do it NOW !!!
Nothing, no answer, no nothing, no reply. (Dave was a hot head to deal with in the past, a stubborn streak in him a mile long) so we waited, and we waited, the sun went down, the bedroom light was on, stil it looked like a Mexican stand off with our ol buddy Dave, I was getting tired of holding my position overwatching him. Finaly we had a team assembled, a shield in place, but we took a full leangth mirror off a wall, and slowly inched it into the bedroom for a better view.
Yep ol Dave was still sitting there all right, justr like he had been all afternoon, except we couldn't see he had blown his head clean off with the 12 ga, before we got there, when his wife had gone to the neighbors to call 911. No wonder Dave never responded to us, he couldn't.
Funny he didnt fall over, release his grip on the shot gun, no one heard the gun go off, and all the blood and gore went up on the ceiling and wall behind him. What a mess.
No more domestic calls from that house.
Nothing, no answer, no nothing, no reply. (Dave was a hot head to deal with in the past, a stubborn streak in him a mile long) so we waited, and we waited, the sun went down, the bedroom light was on, stil it looked like a Mexican stand off with our ol buddy Dave, I was getting tired of holding my position overwatching him. Finaly we had a team assembled, a shield in place, but we took a full leangth mirror off a wall, and slowly inched it into the bedroom for a better view.
Yep ol Dave was still sitting there all right, justr like he had been all afternoon, except we couldn't see he had blown his head clean off with the 12 ga, before we got there, when his wife had gone to the neighbors to call 911. No wonder Dave never responded to us, he couldn't.
Funny he didnt fall over, release his grip on the shot gun, no one heard the gun go off, and all the blood and gore went up on the ceiling and wall behind him. What a mess.
No more domestic calls from that house.
