Surviving A Sniper.

When I was a police officer I responded to a plea for help that came over our radio.
A civilian woman saw a township officer captured by two miscreants and taken hostage so she screamed
over the radio what happened.
This was outside my city but I knew where it took place so I responded with my partner.
We didn't know exactly which house the officer was in with the gobblins.
I parked under the only street light. MISTAKE!
We came under rifle fire right quick and I took cover behind the right wheel and engine of the
cruiser.
My partner bailed out in a ditch.
We were under fire and I didn't know where my partner was. I feared he'd been shot.
Ha! Last I saw the s.o.b. he was 200 yards away running for dear life!
Fact is I'd have shot the #ss but he was too far away.
Long story short, ( was under fire over 2.5 hours!) another agency sent a tear gas team
with a 1.5" bore gun and ammo.
(neat stuff ya know)
They fired an exploding round, correct for inside a building, but MISSED.
The round blew on the side of the house gassing us! bawwww-hawwwwwwwww.
The next round was a burning round and NOT used for a building.
The round went into the window, rolled under the gas stove against the main gas line and lit the
house up.
Burning gas up the wall you see. oooooops.
(wasn't my house)
The miscreants ran out and I grabbed 'em and beat the chit out of 'em.
Police burtality?
YES!
So sue me. (Iv'e been use 4 times at jury and it ain't no fun. I won but it ain't no fun.)
I've been shot at, stabbed at, beaten, bones broken, sued, even had a baby thrown at me.
I don't want no mo'.

 

So where is the "Sniper" bit or is anyone firing a rifle classed as a sniper now?

 

I'm no cop. Were I a cop and issued only what most officers are issued, I'd feel like I'd been hung out to dry.

Give me a repeating rifle with good sights and/or a rugged scope (drive nails with the scope, as fragile as a hammer). Give me a rifle that will shoot through a car or the side of a building; something with at least the oomph of an AK (bullet well over 100 grains, heading out at over 2K ft/sec). Give me a rifle that will provide me these abilities and group 4" or smaller at 200 yrds. Shoot, I'd like a FN-FAL or M14 in 7.62 NATO, but short of those, I'd take a lever 30-30 with adjustable iron aperture sights. Gimme something real. The finest handgun is still one's backup. A shotgun in non-slug configuration is a riot-control weapon.

Were I a cop, I'd like to carry the following:
http://www.springfield-armory.com/products/m1a-socom-16-cqb/
If not the above, I'd settle for ...
http://www.springfield-armory.com/products/m1a-scout-squad/#AA9126

If up against an actual rifleman, a semi-decent sniper, then ... uh ... don't be the first person on the scene.

 

Great post and I DO like the way you think!

 

(snarky ain't cha?)

Shooter was concealed in a second story room shooting from a window and had hostages.

That works as a definition of a sniper bit for me.
If it wasn't a sniper please tell me so I can feel better.
Thank you very much for your consideration

 

Quite an experience. Lucky thing is that the snipers were not suicidal or even terrorists who are prepared to eight to the end. Those who live in war zones will tell you that you keep your ears and eyes no see alert at every street corner to identify the positions of snipers.

 

sniper
ˈsnʌɪpə/
noun
noun: sniper; plural noun: snipers

1. a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.
   "he was killed by a sniper's bullet in the Great War"

there you go and this bit especially accurately and at long range. you would have been all floppy at the first shot at you if it was a sniper!
the fact you are alive means not a sniper! at under 100m and missing means he was not even a marksman! and most likely just a punk with no real shooting skills!

 

You've really seen it all. Your life would almost seem like an action movie.

 

I should right a book but it would be "fiction" as few would believe it was real life.
Like the Christmas Eve when I was a young patrolman and took a frantic call from a 15 year old kid
who said gramps was in his bedroom with a shotgun.
Gramp's wife died the previous Christmas Eve. Oh, oh. Not good.
I slowly opened gramp's door to try and speak with him just as his head exploded.
Shotgun to the forehead.
I was covered in brains, blood skull bone! ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I had nightmares for months.
It ain't all donuts and coffee.

 

Yes other incident. I'll get to that in a moment.
First one.
The punks took a part time township cop hostage with a 12 gauge and a .22 rifle the
took his .357 revolver.
When the punks started shooting at us the township constable escaped.
He was so skeet he ran 6 miles home and never phoned anyone to say he was o.k.
Asshat!
So we thought he was inside and still a hostage thus we feared shooting back.
Finally another agency sent out a grenade launcher (gas) and we "smoked" 'em out.
Then the grenade rolled under the gas stove against the gas line and the house was
down in minutes.
ooooops.
Wasn't my house.

Incident #2.
A drunken mental with a scoped bolt action .308 hole up in a second story window.
I think it was because he beat snot out of his girl friend but it's been a long time.
We used extreme restraint surrounding the house and after several hours he began to
sober up and surrendered.
Thank you God.
Most all police do NOT want to shoot anyone ever.
It's awful and I've seen what happened to cops that had to shoot and kill someone.
Law suits galore. Justified suits or not they still sue and most agencies will pay up
something to get rid of the suit.
Recall most mayors are prosecutors and are lawyers.
The take care on one another.

 

Wow man you have so incredible story's!! It must suck to deal with all this high stress situations... what state are this story's from?

 

North east Ohio, a city called Alliance.
It sets between Youngstown and Canton.
Canton is the home of the pro football hall of fame.
When I was a police officer there it ranked 49th in population and in the top 10
for violent crime.
The year I got disabled it was #1.
The city is a mix of, of, er, "disadvantaged ethics". To be politically correct.
I was a white cop assigned to the ethic section of town due to the fact that when I was a kid
we were quite poor and lived with the ethnics.
That gave me a bit, just a bit, of an advantage over other white police officers as I knew
many of the local ethnics or the families.
We had a 55 man department and needed at least 65 persons.
10 years as a detective, the last 3 as chief of investigations.
I worked closely with F.B.I, County, and B.A.T.F. on investigations.
I did 9 months in rehab learning to walk again after broken back #4.
I took a disability and never looked back.
Been in 3 gun fights, attacked with fists and feet, knives, broken beer bottles and even
had a BABY thrown at me!!!!!!
I beat the witch into stupidity for that.
So sue me.
Oh! I've been sued 4 x at jury. Won of course but it was brutal.
I got a grant go to college, earned 2 degrees and "retired" again with 8 years at General Motors.

 

Hunting giant prairie dogs at distance? Well then you might just need a rifle and cartridge that is flatter shooting than a .50 Browning and keeps that sort of energy.


.408 Cheytac at 3026 meters / 3309 yards

Bullets are solid brass



Rifle is only $11,000 U.S.

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.416 Barrett v 24"x 24" target at 3815 yards / 3488 meters



Cheaper than the Cheytac .408, around $8K https://www.omahaoutdoors.com/barrett-416/

Yes they are furry and cute, but they are huge and they are killers.

The above killer critter dug this hole in a small town in Montana.