Recently in San Diego, a group of suburban moms decided to take their infants up the local hiking spot called Cowles Mountain. It’s not a particularly grueling hike as many children and elderly people can do it.
However there is a heat stroke warning posted at the trail head. Not to mention it can get pretty hot here and this last week was no exception with temperatures exceeding 90 degrees.
Well, these idiots took their infants up in this heat. The trail is pretty exposed and due to its easy accessibility and “instagram-worthiness” lots of inexperienced hikers flock to it.
Many times with little to no water because they underestimated how hot and difficult it could be.
Needless to say the fire department/ems and chopper were all called as these moms had taken their babies up and were too tired and exhausted to come down.
They had to go up and give water, check their conditions and some even carried the babies down.
I know fires are a lot hotter but I bet they were cursing out these moms in their heads as they had to hike up the mountain in pretty much full gear. The moms came strolling down laughing and flipping off the [TV] cameras as they were angry people were going to see their stupidity.
This happened all because they wanted to take a group photo with their infants on a mountain on a hot day
My dad was on the Boston Fire Department for a little over 35 years. For 13 of those years, he worked at a fire station in Dorchester. In Dorchester, there is a zoo. The Franklin Park Zoo. One morning in late September, they get a call to the Franklin Park Zoo for a young girl mauled by a gorilla.
This is the sort of call they’d get all the time. Gorilla jumps at the glass, kid gets scared, parents panic and call 911.
So they hop in the truck and ride on over. It’s one of those kinda foggy early fall mornings as they walk into the zoo. A couple of the other firefighters start walking into the zoo as my dad notices a man sitting on a bench holding a little girl in his arms. Assuming this is what the call is for, he walks over to the man. The little girl has a scrape on her forehead and she’s crying but is otherwise fine. The man looks like he just saw a ghost. So my dad asks the guy what’s going on.
The man just says, “Little Joe is out.”
My dad says, “What does that mean?”
The man just repeats “Little Joe is out.”
So my dad says, “Who the hell is Little Joe?”
Little Joe is a 500lb adolescent male silverback gorilla. Loose in the streets of Boston. It’s right about now that my dad realizes that he’s not exactly qualified to handle a gorilla, but he doesn’t know who to call, so he calls everyone.
Two minutes later the fire chief shows up, not knowing what the call was about yet and, jumps out of his car saying “Mark, Mark, is this about a F***ING gorilla!?”
My dad says “Yeah, but how’d you hear that?”
The chief says “He’s standing at the bus stop on Seaver Street!”
Now the SWAT team shows up, hats on backwards, M16s in hand and my dad, being the smarta** he is, looks at the sergeant and says “Hey, I don’t think this thing is armed!”
He caught a bit of flak for that later on.
Animal control and the SWAT team worked together to take down Little Joe. It took 14 tranquilizer darts before he finally went unconscious.
Little Joe is still alive and well at the Franklin Park Zoo.
Years ago we had this call straight out of Caddyshack.
Some guy had gotten tired of this gopher ruining his yard. Little did he know though he was facing the Sun Tzu of gophers.
The homeowner, dwelling upon his experience from Vietnam, decided that the best way to deal with the gopher was to treat the situation like a VC tunnel, in lieu of a frag grenade he poured a five-gallon can of gasoline down the gopher hole, waited with a varmint gun, and lit it off.
The ensuing explosion caused a small crater to form in his yard. I am still thoroughly impressed that there was a proper fuel to air ratio in the network of tunnels that allowed for such an explosion to happen.
However the gopher refused to surrender without a fight.
The gopher ran out of the hole engulfed in flames, causing the guy's yard to catch on fire.
Then the gopher sprinted into the guy's shed while still on fire and burrowed into a void space in the wall, where he died.
Like the martyr perk from Modern Warfare his still flaming remains set the inside of the wall on fire as well as several flammables.
In the end the guy's backyard was ruined and about a quarter of his shed burned down taking out a bunch of power tools and a zero turn mower. He definitely would have saved a few thousand dollars if he had hired an exterminator.
I'm not the firefighter, but my brother's wife at the time was.
There was this massive structure fire at a barn in town that drew out nearly every truck in the general area--like three towns worth of firefighter trying to get this thing under control. During all of this, there was some lady who continuously called 911 asking over and over again "What's going on at the farm up the road?"
According to her, this woman would have to be a complete moron to not realize what was going on as the fire could be seen for miles.
Fast forward later into the night and one of the ambulances on scene suddenly leaves - obviously not normal for this sort of situation, but there isn't much time to question it. Fast forward still and as things are finally starting to calm down and are under control, one of the volunteers on the original ambulance comes over in his own car and shuffles sheepishly over to her and the chief of their department.
He tells them that there is a woman a little ways down the road who called the ambulance (hence why they left) and requires a lift assist, but absolutely REFUSES to let the EMTs do it. No no, it has to be a firefighter....
My brothers wife seeing that the other departments have things under control, goes with the man to see what's up. Apparently, it was the same woman who had called 911 over and over again and when they arrive, she is laying on the floor absolutely wailing.
EMTs say they can't find anything wrong from what they've been able to do,but with her requested firefighter they are finally able to get this woman up. They start asking her what happened, hoping she might be more willing to share with my brother's wife there and she says....
"I was just feeling a little ignored. I figured this would get your attention"
Grown woman just laid herself on the floor, called for help, insisted on a firefighter when there was no need - all because the barn fire was getting way more attention than she was and the 911 operators wouldn't give her the gossip about what was going on.
I was a volunteer firefighter many years back. One summer, after a long period of no rain, two good old boys decide to have a few (dozen) beers and take their Jeep into a nearby field to go off-roading.
Well, ~2 ft. tall corn stalks that are bone-dry wind-up getting jammed up into the undercarriage, which, on a 90+ degree day, turns out to be hot enough to ignite a fire.
The owner of the field sees the situation unfolding from their house and calls for fire and police.
Given the proximity to my location, I go directly to the scene after hearing the page go out and see these two [jerks] trying to drive the Jeep faster and faster to put the fire out. Eventually, the engine gives out, but they won’t leave the car.
I physically had to reach-in, burning my arms in the process (since I didn’t respond to the station first to get my turnout gear),
and pull them out - somehow, they decided that remaining in the car would slowdown the flames.
And because they thought it was a good idea to continue driving a burning vehicle around a dry field, we now have a significant brush fire and have to call mutual aid from another county to help douse the fire.
State Police get involved, I have a nice trip to the hospital. And a**holes lose their Jeep and the remainder of their booze.