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Team ‘MERT’ part 2
The ride of my life.
Well, I crashed my way through the thick brush on my mountain bike, barely able to make out the trail in front of me. I heard rotors slicing through the air above. They were about 100 feet directly above where I had just been 30 seconds prior. The two choppers hovered together in tandem as I pumped my pedals faster and faster down the steep mountain terrain trying to escape. I rode for 5-7 minutes and got far enough away to where I thought I may be relatively safe
Did they spot me? Are reinforcements on the way? Were they waiting for me?? Did I trip a sensor of some sort? I had no answers.
As I neared a large clearing, my final break I saw headlights coming down a dirt road which was my only way out. Some quads started buzzing around the perimeter. Who was this? More cops? The landowner? I wasn’t taking any chances. I retreated back into the woods and found myself heading to a swampy area. I hid by burrowing deep in the muddy, mosquito infested waters in tall swamp grass for several hours. Eventually, when I was sure all the activity had subsided I picked my way home through the thickest part of the forest carrying my bike most of the way. Home around 4am what an ordeal.
That weekend I read about the bust in the paper. Article said that the case was “still under investigation” and that they really wanted to talk to the person(s) responsible.
Yeah right. -- Ring. Ring. --
I went back to the plot during late bow season (late October) dressed in full camo. Compound bow, face paint, the works. What I found was a stomped on, macheted-out trail which led to 6" diameter cut stalks that had state police business cards pinned to them. Later on that year I saw a picture of a MERT team member standing next to one of my best girls on the VT State Police website. Oh well…live to fight another day. This is a non-fiction story.
http://www.dps.state.vt.us/vtsp/mert.html
VA
The ride of my life.
Well, I crashed my way through the thick brush on my mountain bike, barely able to make out the trail in front of me. I heard rotors slicing through the air above. They were about 100 feet directly above where I had just been 30 seconds prior. The two choppers hovered together in tandem as I pumped my pedals faster and faster down the steep mountain terrain trying to escape. I rode for 5-7 minutes and got far enough away to where I thought I may be relatively safe
Did they spot me? Are reinforcements on the way? Were they waiting for me?? Did I trip a sensor of some sort? I had no answers.
As I neared a large clearing, my final break I saw headlights coming down a dirt road which was my only way out. Some quads started buzzing around the perimeter. Who was this? More cops? The landowner? I wasn’t taking any chances. I retreated back into the woods and found myself heading to a swampy area. I hid by burrowing deep in the muddy, mosquito infested waters in tall swamp grass for several hours. Eventually, when I was sure all the activity had subsided I picked my way home through the thickest part of the forest carrying my bike most of the way. Home around 4am what an ordeal.
That weekend I read about the bust in the paper. Article said that the case was “still under investigation” and that they really wanted to talk to the person(s) responsible.
Yeah right. -- Ring. Ring. --
I went back to the plot during late bow season (late October) dressed in full camo. Compound bow, face paint, the works. What I found was a stomped on, macheted-out trail which led to 6" diameter cut stalks that had state police business cards pinned to them. Later on that year I saw a picture of a MERT team member standing next to one of my best girls on the VT State Police website. Oh well…live to fight another day. This is a non-fiction story.
http://www.dps.state.vt.us/vtsp/mert.html
VA
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