day I was training a rookie police officer who was
interested in fly-fishing. The conversation got the best of
me so we took a long lunch on a lake one day, after stopping
by my home for my rod and fly box. I let the rookie know not
to tell anyone because they wouldn't understand.
When we signed off at the
lake I handed the rookie the rod and chose a foam beetle
pattern. He insisted he knew how to tie it on, so I let him.
My clippers were on my vest at home so he tried to bite off
the tag end of the tippet. There was tension on the rod and
his fingers slipped, driving the fly deep into his upper lip.
We cut the lunch short
(only 5 minutes into it) and signed back on duty, saying we
were enroute to my doctor's office. As we arrived there, our
supervisor showed up wondering why we broke from lunch to
visit the doctor. So did one of my fishing buddies in another
police car. I told the rookie to stay in the car, keep the
beetle covered, and I would take care of it.
I quickly got out of the
car and intercepted the supervisor, explaining that I needed a
prescription refilled for my ulcer (which was true) and had to
do it before I ate (which was a lie). About that time my
fishing buddy cracked up, getting the supervisor's attention.
He had approached the rookie from the other side, noticed his
hand over his mouth, and asked what he was hiding. We were
The supervisor had a
Polaroid camera and made me pose next to the rookie, with my
rod. He also took some close ups of the beetle, blood and all,
before allowing the doctor to remove it. The pictures were
displayed in the squad room with a caption, "Gallop keeps his
Rookie in Line," among other things. Every time an officer
would look at the rookie, with his goose egg lip, they would
crack up. Hell... I had a hard time looking at him,