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Since 2013.

Technically we could be deputized, but that is highly unlikely. Our primary role is to assist the Sheriff with searchs for missing people, search crime scenes for evidence and assist with issues such as tornados, snowstorms, floods or similar.

We had the local cheerleaders ride on a fire engine for the Western Days Parade. Normally they wear trunks underneath for when they do kicks and cartwheels etc. Well I guess they thought they weren't necessary on Saturday mornings. We go to help as they are climbing up the tailboard and side steps, up basically overhead. Well, some of them were wearing THONGS!! I saw some eyes bulge and then the guys bailed. They did not want to get caught looking up at some cute pink underage buns.
We immediately reported to the chief and he talked to the cheer adviser who as about 18 and a half and hotter than her girls. Told her if they don't dress appropriately next year there would be no riding on the engine. I asked him later who would be the compliance officer next year and in the interest of department integrity I would step up.

I was in a pussy posse with the rest of the guys in the clubs when I was single.

Not me - but I helped with the Mounted Patrol back in the day.
Adjunct to the State Police, not the SO.
Mostly worked road blocks - bad wrecks, 2 truck stop fires, range fires, etc.

The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an enemy Indian war party. The Indian Chief proclaims, "So, you are the great Lone Ranger. In honor of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days. But, before I kill you, I will grant you three requests. What is your first request?"
The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse." Chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger, who whispers in Silver's ear, and the horse gallops away.
Later that evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back. The woman enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.
The next morning the Indian Chief admits he's impressed. "You have a very fine and loyal horse, but I will still kill you in two days. What is your second request?"
The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to him and he again whispers in the horse's ear. As before, Silver takes off across the plains and disappears over the horizon.
Later that evening, to the Chief's surprise, Silver again returns, this time with a voluptuous brunette, even more attractive than the blonde. She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.
The following morning the Indian Chief is again impressed. "You are indeed a man of many talents, but I will still kill you tomorrow. What is your last request?"
The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse. Alone!"
The Chief is curious, but he agrees and Silver is brought to the Lone Ranger's tent. Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both ears looks him square in the eyes and says, "Listen carefully. For the last time, I said... BRING POSSE!"

Once but I think it was more for my mullet than my proficiency with a smith and Wesson.

I was more of a Red Sovine man, myself.

What about Boxcar Willie?

He deserves a spot of honor too, right up there with Trumpy Bear and the Time Life Civil War book series.

Yes, we formed one in ninth grade to go after the gangs that were always jumping kids at the Jr High. Anyone who jumped someone with multiple people on one person was put on a list. We then found them and made them pick one of us to fight 1 on 1.

We never lost a 1 on 1 fight with them but they started coming back after us with the whole extended family and everyone from there village back home. They shot up my friends 69 camaro with him in it. My other friend Daniel was stabbed from behind while fighting someone else and lost a 3rd of his liver. Things just kept escalating for a while and the posse eventually just went away after a lot of the gangs jumping people stopped.

I miss our practice fights. We had some pretty good backyard boxing matches. We though we were going to stop people having to fight the whole burrito but the burrito just got bigger.

They often chose my friend Rebel to fight because he was the smallest but they soon found out he was the toughest too. He was incredibly fast and hit hard. None of us big guys would even practice with him.

Bb

Bb,
Howdy.
Was this in Idaho?

Yep.

Years ago when the Freeman movement was on a roll, they set up camp in our county. Made a lot of open and veiled threats to members of the community, both public officials and private citizens. Even threatened the kids of some folks. Pisses me off to this day.

The sheriff created a posse made up of individuals he could call on as needed. At that time, I believe there was the sheriff and 1 full time deputy for a county of over 4500 sq miles.

Of course the members of the posse became known to the freemen. I kept a letter I received from them that amounted to a fairly clear threat against me and my family. At that time it was just me, so no family to be concerned with.

A few of us had camped in and were hunting in the Apalachicola national forest. Around dark-thirty 2 game wardens show up and asked if we would help look for a young lad lost in the woods. We found him. Does that count?

Lol, ya always been that smug?

Theme Song........

DD has crazy eyes.

I do assist the pussy among my posse to approach ladies when I was single. They've got weak balls.

I was a volunteer reserve police officer for my town. Probably as close to a posse around here as we have. My Dad did that and was a reserve Deputy Sheriff as well.

We had to have the same minimum training as the paid officers and as the training requirements got more rigorous, it spelled the end of those "posses".

KC

that exchange cracked me up

I was part of a pussy posse once. We were chasing pussy, but we got cock-blocked by some guy named Diggler.