April 8, 2001
SHOOTIN' & DRINKIN'
San Lovisa's Angels
they met during a ride-along, Officer Richard Hodge became something
of a mentor to Bill Sage. Bill modeled more than a few of Morning's
mannerisms on Hodge's. Hodge also showed up on set frequently and
shared anecdotes about his life as a cop and offered advice on
police procedure, language, etc.
last couple of weeks of shooting, Richard promised he would have us
all out to his house for a barbeque. On the Sunday following our
last day of filming that day finally came, so Billy D., Lisa and I
all trundled into my rental car and drove the hour to Hodge's house
in rural Seguin, TX. Unfortunately, Bill Sage had to leave town for
another job, so he couldn't attend.
Hodge is a tough-ass cop, but of all those SAPD guys he was
definitely the most grounded and sane. He also had just recently
slaughtered the beef we ate, so I knew it was going to be some fine
Bill, Lisa and I arrived at 9:30 AM and were joined there by Sam,
another cop, and Hodge's wife and kids. Hodge immediately offered
beer, which I politely refused (a bit early yet). At 10:00 he
offered again. That seemed about right, so we started drinking. He
then asked if we wanted to do some shooting. After spending five
weeks filming cops, the temptation to actually shoot something was
overwhelming, so I readily agreed.
Hodge set up a standard police target in the yard -- a silhouette of
a torso with a 4" bullseye at the center of its chest and a
smaller 3" bullseye in the belly. He paced off 25' in the yard,
the standard maximum distance for the police target range, and
handed Billy Dawes his police issue Glock 9mm.
Bill was a pretty good shot; he got most within the torso, but a few
of his shots missed the target altogether. Lisa was not bad (and
struck some excellent Charlie's Angels poses). Then it was my turn.
I have never shot a Glock before, or a pistol of any kind (except an
air pistol, which hardly counts). I took careful aim and nailed the
target right between the eyes. My second shot was an inch from the
first. I then took aim at the bullseye in the chest and got within
two inches of the center. My fourth shot landed absolutely dead in
the center of the bullseye. I emptied the remainder of the clip into
the torso. Sam told me I was good enough to be an instructor at the
range. Now that felt good.
We then got to shoot a .357 Smith & Wesson and, best of all, a
police/military issue semiautomatic assault rifle. That was real
fun. I have never considered myself a fan of guns, but there is
something indescribably great about blasting holes in stuff with
high powered weapons. And it's even better with a mess of beer and
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