The Barrett Light Fifty is a great tool for long-range engagements against hardened targets. However, it would have been tough for mounted patrolman Adam Johnson to carry concealed.
In the world of tactical shooting, you pick the right tool for the right target. There is some overlap, to be sure, but you wouldn’t choose a Walther P22 if you were trying to ring steel a kilometer distant.
By the same token, a Barrett M82 .50-caliber anti-materiel rifle is a suboptimal choice if your goal is exploding water-filled Coke cans in the backyard of your rural home. While pretty much everybody who has ever squeezed a trigger is familiar with these facts, apparently nobody bothered to tell Austin, Texas, mounted patrolman Adam Johnson.
Ummm, yeah. Whatever this is. Perhaps I’m just jealous.
By any reasonable metric, Steve Mcquilliams was one seriously quirky dude. Despite being shot to death by police under some truly extraordinary circumstances back in 2014, his Facebook page still remains active. It depicts an enormous white guy with a shaved head and an affinity for both the martial arts and renaissance fairs. One image has Mcquilliams striking his best Mr. Clean pose surrounded by, I counted them, seventeen scantily-clad belly dancers. I have no idea what that was all about.
If the police reports are to be believed, Mcquilliams had some pretty eccentric political views as well as a fairly impressive rap sheet. He was arrested for both drug and armed robbery offenses and had done time in federal prison. He was a self-described “High Priest of the Phineas Priesthood.” I had to look that up.
I had never heard of the Phineas Priesthood before. Apparently it is something like this.
It Gets Weirder
Wikipedia claims, “The Phineas Priesthood, also called Phineas Priests, are American domestic terrorists who adhere to the ideology which was set forth in the 1990 book Vigilantes of Christendom: The Story of the Phineas Priesthood by Richard Kelly Hoskins.” Once again, I have no idea what all that means. Mcquilliams split his time between Austin, Texas, and Kansas City, Kansas, before apparently losing his mind one fateful morning in 2014.
Austin, Texas, is a pretty left-wing place. My son used to live there. The motto of the Austin Independent Business Alliance is, “Keep Austin Weird.” They take that mandate seriously.
No idea why this guy struggled to find a respectable job. He seems a natural choice for child care, hair styling, life coach, or psychiatry to me.
The cops postulated that Mcquilliams had difficulty finding a decent job and projected his failures onto others. Mcquilliams found himself mightily agitated that illegal immigrants were being so vigorously coddled while he struggled to make ends meet. He honestly had a point, but he chose a pretty strange method of expressing it.
The Attack
The Arsenal SLR95 is a nicely-executed Bulgarian-made, forged-receiver Kalashnikov rifle.
At 0218 on Friday 28 November 2014–Thanksgiving weekend–shortly after the local drinking establishments closed, Steve Mcquilliams produced a Smith and Wesson M&P-15 .22-caliber rimfire rifle along with an Arsenal SLR95. The SLR 95 is a fairly high-end Bulgarian-made Kalashnikov.
He was decked out in a tactical vest full of magazines and a CamelBak hydration system. He was also carrying a bunch of those miniature propane cylinders designed for camp stoves.
Mcquilliams cranked up the party by shooting up the federal courthouse. He then indexed to a local bank and peppered it with gunfire before turning his attention to the Mexican consulate.
After riddling the facade with bullets he tried and failed to set it afire. He then made his way to the headquarters of the Austin Police Department.
Austin, Texas, is an objectively attractive city. It’s just weird.
Kicking Over the Hornet’s Nest
It was the middle of the night, but there were still lots of folks wandering about in the streets. Thankfully, these first three buildings were all but deserted. However, there are always cops at work. There were plenty of folks at the police HQ.
Mcquilliams’ rampage lasted roughly ten minutes. During this time he fired about 100 rounds. Miraculously, he didn’t actually hit anybody. Whether he was a sucky marksman or perhaps just wasn’t in a particularly homicidal mood has been lost to history. Regardless, you can’t shoot up the heart of Austin, Texas, and expect everybody to be good with that.
The Solution
I found this on Steve Mcquilliams’ Facebook page. Nobody realized where it was going at the time.
That’s the problem with crime. You just never see it coming. I have been privy to a couple myself, and it is always out of the clear blue when you least expect it. In this case, police Sergeant Adam Johnson was just putting away his horse.
Even this deep into the Information Age, there yet remains a place in American Law Enforcement for horse-mounted patrols.
The Austin fuzz used mounted patrols to help maintain order in the party district. Horses are obviously fairly docile creatures, but they are also both huge and intimidating. My little town maintains mounted patrols as well. If nothing else, the horses are so cool that lots of drunk folks get sufficiently distracted petting the beasts that they tend to avoid trouble. In this case, SGT Johnson and his partner were occupied putting their mounts to bed when they heard gunfire.
I kind of doubt that Steve Mcquilliams was wielding a real-deal automatic weapon. However, truth be known, the presence of a genuine giggle switch doesn’t really make all that much difference, particularly in untrained hands. Get some, Vasquez…
Actual Machineguns Are Pretty Rare
The official police press release described it as, “Distinct sounds of loud automatic bursts of gunfire in the area of the main police headquarters.” I’d have to inspect the entrails of that rifle myself before I’d actually believe that. Regardless, it was obviously nonetheless still pretty unsettling.
SGT Johnson’s partner quickly tossed him the reins to his horse, drew his service pistol, and ran toward the sounds of gunfire. SGT Johnson now found himself holding onto two restless horses while also striving mightily not to get shot to death. Forensic assessment the following day showed that Mcquilliams cranked off at least five rounds toward Johnson and his horses from a range of about one hundred meters but missed.
Magnificent Marksmanship of Adam Johnson
Johnson wisely ducked behind a cement pillar that was part of a parking garage as Mcquilliams merrily blasted away. Then the hulking shooter ran dry. As he paused to reload his Kalashnikov, Adam Johnson did something truly extraordinary.
The Smith and Wesson M&P is an exceptionally well-executed service pistol.
While still holding the reins to not one but two agitated horses in his left hand, SGT Johnson drew his department-issue Smith and Wesson M&P .40-caliber service pistol, steadied his right hand against the concrete pillar he was using for cover, took careful aim, and fired a single round. From roughly the length of a football field, SGT Johnson shot Steve Mcquilliams straight through the heart, killing him where he stood. Wow. Just wow.
Precedents
SWAT competitions allow tactical teams to polish their skills in a collegial environment.
Several years ago I read about a memorable SWAT competition. I’ve been to a couple of those. They are generally convivial and fun, offering an opportunity to cross-pollinate, learn new skills, polish techniques, and cultivate friendships all in the spirit of healthy competition.
The capstone exercise had the unit sniper in an overvwatch position while the entry team cleared a structure, engaged bad guys, and rescued hostages. The timer started when they blew the front door and ended when the building was secured and the sniper struck a 12-inch steel plate located one hundred meters downrange. All went well for one particular team until the sniper suffered a mechanical failure with his rifle.
Ticking Clock
I don’t recall the specifics, but it was one of those breathtakingly improbable events that so rarely occurs with a bolt gun. Regardless, the clock was ticking, and the man’s rifle was out of the fight. The sniper in question immediately popped up onto his knees and drew his issue Beretta 92 service pistol. Taking a steady two-handed hold he struck the 100-meter plate with a single 9mm round and stopped the timer.
The circumstances under which a Law Enforcement officer might be called upon to make a live pistol shot a football field away are obviously vanishingly rare. However, Adam Johnson and Steve Mcquilliams showed us that, while the odds are indeed small, they aren’t quite zero.
Creepy Details
This is Steve Mcquilliams in happier times. With the benefit of hindsight, he was just a strange guy who really went off the deep end.
Nobody knows what was going through Steve Mcquilliams’ mind the night of the shooting. Unlike many spree shooters, he did not leave a manifesto. Some of his Facebook posts are fairly colorful, but they didn’t give me a mass shooter lunatic vibe.
Two days before the attack he posted a link to the Audioslave song “Set It Off.” That fateful Friday morning he changed his profile photo to a Tarot card that read, “The Hierophant.”
According to Wikipedia, a hierophant is a person who brings religious congregants into the presence of that which is deemed holy. I obviously had to look that up as well. When the cops got to his body they discovered that he had written, “Let Me Die” on his chest with a Sharpie Marker. He also left a stack of nice clothing folded at his apartment with a note on top that read, “Funeral Clothes.” It’s just tough to get your head around all that.
Steve Mcquilliams could pass for Pennsylvania Senator John Fetterman in dim light. However, I’d just as soon not encounter either of them in dim light myself.This is Pennsylvania Senator John Fetterman. You gotta admit, he kind-of favors Steve Mcquilliams.
Crack Shot Adam Johnson
So, here we have a big geeky bald-headed John Fetterman doppelgänger who enjoyed LARPing his way around Renaissance fairs and hanging out with belly dancers but apparently couldn’t land a decent job. For reasons unknown, he went berserk and shot up downtown Austin, Texas, at 2 o’clock in the morning over Thanksgiving weekend. A crack-shot horse cop named Adam Johnson ended all that with a single .40-caliber round fired at a range of roughly one hundred yards…while also simultaneously managing a couple of skittish horses.
Steve Mcquilliams was a big, weird guy. Early one morning he just snapped.
Denouement
We’ve made light of Steve Mcquilliams’ sordid circumstances here today. His entire story is actually quite tragic. Mcquilliams was obviously a lost soul who just never quite found his place in the world. It was terribly fortunate that no one else was hurt.
Ballistic savant Jerry Miculek has successfully made a 1,000-yard shot with a 9mm handgun, but that guy is clearly not human. For us normal folk, tossing a little handgun ammo in a parabolic arc at distant targets can be quite the enjoyable way to kill a lazy Saturday afternoon at the range. I find it simply fascinating that Austin police Sergeant Adam Johnson actually pulled that off for real.
In 1961, New York Hardware Store, at 5th and Hill Streets, was a short two block walk from my part-time Saturday job parking cars in downtown Los Angeles. New York Hardware had a nice gun section with rifles, shotguns, and handguns.
Editor’s Note: I’m happy to welcome my friend Dick Bonneau to the pages of RevolverGuy, and I’m grateful he’s chosen to share his personal story with us. I enjoyed seeing the arc of Dick’s revolver and law enforcement journey, and I know you will too!
-Mike
I went into their store to ogle the handguns every Saturday on my lunch hour. My full-time job was with Autonetics, a division of North American Aviation. I began working there a week after graduating from High School. I was an electronics quality control inspector. Wages for someone like me were low, at slightly over $2.00 per hour. This resulted in my taking several part-time jobs to supplement my income.
5th and Hill, looking North, up Hill Street. From Dick: “The 10-story building, mid-block, past Thrifty Drug Store, is the Subway Terminal Building. Subway trains ran into the building underground, from the bus station, located several blocks away. New York Hardware was a half block East, on 5th Street. This photo from the 1970s is very much how the intersection looked in 1961.” Public domain image.
Getting Started
I had loved guns and shooting ever since my dad introduced me to a JC Higgins .22 rifle when I was ten years old. I didn’t have experience with handguns until much later. When I was about nineteen years old, a friend and I each acquired Ruger Single Six .22 LR revolvers. As time permitted, we went to local shooting ranges or spent time in the local hills, an hour’s drive away, in an area surrounding the city of Corona. I had also acquired an Army Surplus 1911 Colt .45 ACP through the Director of Civilian Marksmanship for the outrageous price of $14.00. This pistol and an M-1 Carbine that I bought for $20 were shipped through the US Mail directly to my home. Wow! How things have changed.
The Lure of the Double Action
Having only had experience shooting single action revolvers (the above-mentioned Ruger) and the 1911 .45 ACP, I wanted a double action revolver. In New York Hardware’s display case were several Smith & Wesson and Colt revolvers. There was also a selection of Ruger single actions, but I had my heart set on a quality double action gun. After looking at, and handling, several S&W and Colt revolvers, my eyes and my heart settled on this beautiful, lustrous, “Royal Blue-steel” revolver with finely checkered walnut grips. The blue was of such depth that I felt as though my fingers would sink into it. The action was buttery smooth. The gun had a vented rib barrel which attracted me even more.
This 1961-vintage Colt Python became the author’s first double action revolver. Author’s photo
Of course, this beauty was a Colt Python. The beauty and single action smoothness of this revolver won me over, and mostly having experience with .22 LR, the .357 Magnum caliber was alluring also. The price seemed to be way above my means at $125.00. Yeah, that’s right, it was $125.00. In 1961 that was a lot of money. However, I was smitten, so I put it on lay-away with a $5.00 down payment, and proceeded to deposit five dollars, or sometimes less, on the account every Saturday that I could afford it, for several months until it was paid off.
Jumping Through Hoops
In those days (1960’s), the Los Angeles Municipal Code required a permit from the police department to pick up a newly purchased handgun from the dealer. As soon as I laid down my last few bucks with New York Hardware, I walked the five blocks to Parker Center (police headquarters) to get the police permit.
Parker Center, circa 1950s. Public domain imageParker Center, the headquarters of the Los Angeles Police Department in the early 1960s. Public domain image.
Upon entering the police building, the desk officer directed me to the “Gun Detail,” in Detective Headquarters Division, on the third floor. I took the elevator upstairs, carrying my receipt from the gun store, which couldn’t allow me to take my new Colt home until I had the police permit. In the Gun Detail office, I found a huge, burly policeman with a crew-cut, wearing a short-sleeve white shirt and tie, seated at a desk. He asked what I wanted. I told him I had purchased a revolver and needed a permit to pick it up. He took my receipt and after reading it, asked what I intended to do with a handgun? I said, “target shooting.” He looked at me as though he might march me downstairs to be booked into jail, and said with great emphasis, “a .357 Magnum for target shooting?” I was sure he was going to deny me the permit. Then he smiled and said, “have fun shooting,” and handed me the approved permit. I took it back to New York Hardware to pick up my new gun as fast as I could, before he changed his mind.
In my early twenties I guess I was somewhat naïve, without giving much thought to the Second Amendment and gun control. Years later, I would have looked at this “permit” incident as an intrusion on my rights under the Constitution, but in 1962, I just accepted it as the normal way to purchase a handgun. Although I find the police permit objectionable now, it was a very mild form of regulation compared to the draconian gun control regulations in California, today.
Shots Fired
Once clear of the layaway and the bureaucratic hurdles, I rushed home with my new Colt. Before I could get to the range, I spent time handling, dry-firing, and examining its various features. As time permitted, I spent time in the hills plinking at targets of opportunity, and at the Long Beach Police range shooting paper targets.
Mostly, I fired my 148-grain wadcutter reloads, with the occasional .357 Magnum. I almost always fired the Python in the single action mode, as I found the double action mode less accurate due to poor staging of the trigger and timing of the cylinder. Even though the Python didn’t have a smooth double action I loved to shoot it in single action and found it to be very accurate.
A New Career
I’ll fast-forward here to March of 1971. I left my twelve-year long job with Autonetics to try something I had always wanted to do . . . become a policeman.
LAPD Academy Recruit Policemen, circa 1962. From Dick: “We didn’t have the Melton jackets for my class, in 1971. Too bad, as they were 100% wool, really warm, and didn’t allow rain to get you cold. The department felt these jackets, the eight-point hats, and brass buttons were too militaristic, and changed them. This picture was taken on the street that goes from the academy parking lot, up the hill to the classrooms, track and shooting ranges.” Screenshot image from LAPD film, “The 25th Man,” 1962, viewed at: https://youtu.be/qHkrk–jXtA?si=btRoAiVL1Q23HZGB
I joined the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD). It took several months to apply and go through the selection process, but I was finally accepted. On March 21st of that year, on a cold, foggy morning at 5:00 AM, I arrived at the Los Angeles Police Academy in Elysian Park, across from Dodger Stadium, to begin training along with ninety-seven other men.
Academy Training
The training of new policemen consisted of a vigorous, five-month long, eight-hours per day program, including the three major sections of:
1) Academics: Classroom training, including criminal law & evidence, civil rights, courtroom procedures, the Constitution, criminal Investigation, community relations, patrol and traffic procedures, report writing, public speaking and juvenile law & procedures;
LAPD Academy classroom, circa 1962. Screenshot image from LAPD film, “The 25th Man,” 1962, viewed at https://youtu.be/qHkrk–jXtA?si=btRoAiVL1Q23HZGBFrom Dick: “This academy building housed classrooms, administration, and the Los Angeles Police Revolver and Athletic Club store. There was also a cafe and a lounge for social gatherings. A beautiful ‘rock-garden’ was located behind this building, with trees, seating areas and a waterfall on the hill. There is another classroom across the street, next to the track. This is the classroom where my academy class received instruction in 1971. Police recruit training was later moved to a modern building in Westchester, during Chief Williams’ tenure.” Screenshot image from LAPD film, “The 25th Man,” 1962, viewed at https://youtu.be/qHkrk–jXtA?si=btRoAiVL1Q23HZGB
2) Physical Training: Defensive tactics, wrestling, baton training, physical conditioning (mostly running and calisthenics), and arrestee control and crowd control techniques;
Field training at the LAPD Academy, circa 1962.Screenshot image from LAPD film, “The 25th Man,” 1962, viewed at https://youtu.be/qHkrk–jXtA?si=btRoAiVL1Q23HZGBPhysical training at the LAPD Academy, circa 1962.Screenshot image from LAPD film, “The 25th Man,” 1962, viewed at https://youtu.be/qHkrk–jXtA?si=btRoAiVL1Q23HZGB
3) Firearms Training: This section was sixty-six hours of hands-on firearms training on the Target and Combat Ranges,including shotgun and nighttime shooting. Included were scenarios requiring decision-making of when to shoot or not shoot.
LAPD Firearms Training
There were two firearms ranges at the LAPD Academy—the Target Range, and the Combat Range.
The Target Range had shooting positions at 7, 10, 15 and 25 yards. There were also 50-yard shooting positions located on a roof over the shooting positions for the 25-yard line. We shot regularly from 7, 10, 15 and 25 yards on the 25-yard target range, but never on the 50-yard line. Incidentally, these ranges were used for the shooting competition in the 1932 Los Angeles Olympic Games.
The entrance to the LAPD Academy. Public domain image.
The Combat Range was in a different location than the Target Range. It was about 100 yards up the hill from the Target Range. Shooting on the Combat Range was coordinated into the regular schedule of firearms training, and included shooting with our revolvers as well as the department-issued, Ithaca Model 37 slide-action 12 Gauge shotguns.
Target Range Training
Most revolver shooting was performed one-handed in this era. The only time two hands were used to shoot the gun was from the 25 yard barricade.
This was before the Weaver and Isosceles stances were common. Instead, a typical “bullseye” shooting technique was used by officers and cadets. The revolver was held in the strong hand, while the strong hand side of the body faced toward the target (the shooter faced north, while shooting east). The weak hand was placed on the hip or in the weak-side pocket.
An LAPD officer demonstrates the approved firing stance with his revolver. The chest strap was eliminated in 1958, which helps to establish the era this photo was taken. Public domain image
The Target Course was a 30-round course, fired in three phases. The starting position for each phase was the Low Ready position. The first phase was performed at 7 yards, and consisted of 6 rounds fired in 3.5 seconds. After an untimed reload, this string of fire was repeated, for a total of 12 rounds fired at 7 yards.
The second phase was performed at 10 yards, and began with 3 rounds fired in 3.0 seconds. After that, another 3 rounds were fired in 1.5 seconds. After an untimed reload, 6 rounds were fired in 5.0 seconds, for a total of 12 rounds fired at 10 yards.
The final phase was fired from the 25 yard barricade. Shooters placed their support hand on the barricade and used it to help brace the revolver as they fired. The first string of fire was 2 rounds fired in 4.0 seconds from the right side of the barricade. The second string of fire was 2 rounds fired in 4.0 seconds from the left side of the barricade. The final string of fire was 2 rounds fired in 4.0 seconds over the top of the barricade (“Horizontal Barricade”).
The silhouette target was used for the target qualification course. Each shot in the marked arm areas was worth five points, and each shot in the black area of the silhouette, exclusive of the arm areas, was worth ten points. The total possible score on the target qualification course was 300 points, and an officer had to shoot a minimum of 210 to qualify.
Combat Range Training
When shooting on the Combat Range, a modified FBI combat stance was used. This stance had the shooter face the target, step slightly to the side with his weak side foot, bend the knees, and bend at the waist, assuming a “crouch” position. The non-shooting hand was placed on the weak-side knee, as a brace, and the revolver was presented at arm’s length toward the target, to fire the required string of shots.
The silhouette targets on the Combat Range would rotate in and out of view on a timer. Each shooter faced an array of three targets that would turn and appear for a designated time, then turn away and disappear when the time for the stage had run out.
An image from the author’s retirement album, depicting his classmates firing the 12-yard stage on the Combat Range. Note the firing stance, flap holsters, and turning silhouette targets. The instructor helping the police cadet on Point #5 is Policeman Dexter Owens, who also instructed the author during his academy training.
The revolver course of fire on the Combat Range consisted of thirty rounds. In the first stage, six rounds were fired from a 15 yard barricade position. Three rounds were fired with the right hand, from the right side of the barricade, and three rounds were fired with the left hand, on the left side of the barricade. When the target turned, you had three seconds to fire one round, then the target would turn away. This sequence would repeat for a total of six rounds–three on the right, and three on the left.
The 7-yard stage on the LAPD Academy Combat Range, circa 1962. The targets turn on the command of the Rangemaster, and remain facing the shooters for a limited time. From Dick: “LAPD issued 6” revolvers at the time this photo was taken. You can see that the holsters are for the longer guns. They sometimes issued Colt Officer’s Models in this era, and sometimes gave the officer their choice of either Colt or S&W. They later settled on 4” S&W Model 15 revolvers, which were issued to my class in 1971. Most guys I have known who were issued the Colts didn’t like them. ” Screenshot image from LAPD film, “The 25th Man,” 1962, viewed at https://youtu.be/qHkrk–jXtA?si=btRoAiVL1Q23HZGB
We then advanced to the 12 yard line for the second stage, which was shot using the modified FBI combat stance. The shooter would begin with his revolver pointed downrange, lowered to a 45- degree angle. When the three targets turned to face the shooter, he had 18 seconds to fire six rounds (two on each target), before the targets turned away.
The targets would face away for nine seconds, during which we would empty and reload our revolvers with six new rounds from our dump pouches. The targets would then turn toward us again, and we had another 18 seconds to fire two rounds into each of the three silhouettes (six total).
We then advanced to the seven-yard line for the final stage, where we shot a similar course of fire on the turning silhouettes (two rounds on each target, six total, in each string). The time for each of the two strings of fire was shortened to 13 seconds. The time for reloading remained at nine seconds.
When the Combat Course was fired in daylight, shooters had to attain a minimum total score of 210 points, with a minimum of 70 points on each individual target. During hours of darkness, the minimum total score was 180, with a minimum of 60 points on each target.
As training time permitted, we would repeat the Combat Course again.
Training with the Ithaca 37 shotgun on the LAPD Academy Combat Range. Public domain image.
When firing the shotgun, we loaded four rounds of birdshot in the Ithaca. From the seven-yard line, the targets would turn toward us for fifteen seconds while we fired all four rounds, alternating between targets. We fired double-ought buckshot (magnum duty loads) a few times during training. Wow, what a difference from the birdshot loads!
Training Ammunition
When we entered the academy, we were given a box of several hundred rounds of .38 Special, 148 grain wadcutter reloads. At this time, the range staff had an automated reloading machine. Brass and lead were reclaimed and reloaded for academy training ammo.
We occasionally shot with full-power duty ammo to give us the feel for the real thing. I think we shot two or three times on the Combat Range using duty ammo, probably sixty rounds total.
Mike Wood discussed this common practice of shooting low-powered ammunition in police training, but carrying full-powered ammunition on duty, in his excellent book, Newhall Shooting: A Tactical Analysis. His book examines the murder of four California Highway Patrol Officers in 1970. It might have been better if we’d trained with full-power ammo like we’d carry on-duty. I believe that training with lower powered ammo was mainly a cost savings measure. The one benefit I could see in using 148 grain reloads was that it allowed new police officers, who were unaccustomed to shooting, to be slowly initiated into shooting with lower recoil. Not a good tradeoff, when balanced against the possibility of an officer being killed in a gunfight, because he was unaccustomed to the ammo being carried.
LAPD Issue Revolvers
At the time I joined in 1971, LAPD issued 4″ S&W Model 15 revolvers to new policemen. The revolver issued to me was the model 15-3 pictured below:
Author’s department-issue Smith & Wesson Model 15 revolver, which has been “neutered” to fire double action only, by department armorers. The LAPD switched to double action only 4″ guns circa 1969-1970. Prior to that, the 6″ S&W Model 14 (with single action capability) was standard issue. When the change to 4″ guns occurred, department armorers cut down the remaining 6″ Model 14s in inventory to 4″, neutered them, and issued them to officers. Author’s photo
In large, metropolitan police departments, the accidental discharge of a firearm is dangerous to citizens, as well as to policemen. Therefore, in an attempt to eliminate the accidental discharge of revolvers, the department modified the S&W revolvers to only fire double action (the hammer could not be cocked).
Since my experience with double action revolvers had only consisted of shooting my Colt Python, which I almost always fired in the single action mode, I thought I’d never learn to shoot this way. However, I found that in a very short time, due to the excellent staging and timing of the S&W, and the excellent instruction provided by LAPD instructors on the academy range, I could shoot on the Target and Combat Ranges quite well. I even earned LAPD’s “Sharpshooter” medal before graduating from the academy.
Over the five months of academy training, I grew to prefer double action shooting. It was during this time that I came to recognize the superior staging and timing of the S&W revolver in the double action mode.
The academy firearms training consummated my relationship with Smith & Wesson revolvers and my conversion from Colt to S&W.
Issued Equipment
Along with the S&W revolvers, my academy class was issued a Sam Browne belt, holster, ammo pouches, traffic whistle, baton and baton ring, handcuffs, handcuff case, handcuff keys, and a Game-Well key.
The Game-Well key was the key to our call boxes, installed by the Game-Well Company, and located throughout the city. These call boxes contained telephones that were directly connected to the desk sergeant at each of the seventeen police stations.
From Dick: “A JAT flap (“Widow Maker”) holster, Game-Well Key, 200 Grain Western .38 Special Lubaloy ammunition, a later-era HKS speedy loader, and a non-issued LAPD belt buckle. Somehow along life’s road I have misplaced the “dump” ammo pouches I was issued, so I have no picture of them.” Author’s photo
I need to divert the narrative slightly here to point out that in the 1970’s, LAPD still deployed many “foot beats” (policemen on foot patrol). Hand-held radios were still in the future. The foot beats needed access to communications with the station, and the Game-Well box telephones provided this access. Each foot beat was required to check in telephonically with the station at least hourly.
I should also point out that even radio patrol cars only had radios in the car. Once the officers exited their patrol car, they were without communications. It was a blessing that LAPD assigned two officers to each patrol car, thus providing a safer working scenario than one-officer patrol cars. When we exited the car to investigate criminal behavior, we tried to be sure one officer could get back to the radio in the car, to call for help when it was needed.
In addition to the Game-Well key, we were also issued a “999 key,” that opened the door of any police building in Los Angeles, and a belt ring for all the keys.
Ammo Pouches
The ammo pouches were “dump” pouches. Each of the two dump pouches held six .38 Special cartridges. The pouches were held closed by leather and Velcro flaps that closed over the top of the pouches, to keep the ammo secure. When needed, the Velcro flap was opened and the pouch unsnapped, allowing it to release the six rounds into the policeman’s hand. This could be repeated for the second pouch, releasing a second six rounds.
I was able to force three extra rounds into each of my pouches, giving me eighteen extra rounds of ammo for an emergency. I also carried a full box of .38 ammo in my riot helmet bag, kept in the trunk of the police car.
From Dick: “This is Chief William Parker conducting an inspection of a graduating academy class. Chief Parker died in 1966, so this picture was earlier than 1966. Note the eight-point hats and 6” revolvers, which had been phased out by the time I entered the academy in 1971. I bet if this was a color picture the uniform buttons were gold color (later changed to silver, at the same time the uniforms were changed to incorporate round hats). Also if we could see the officers right breast pocket, there would be no name tags, as later required. You can see the issued dump pouches each officer is wearing.” Open source image.
The problem with dump pouches is that, when dumped, the loose rounds in your hand must now be loaded into the revolver’s six empty chambers. In the heat and anxiety of a gun fight, it is difficult to load the chambers of a revolver with a handful of loose ammo. The loose rounds can easily be dropped. This problem led to development of several better reloading methods for revolvers, like reloading strips, and several designs of six-round speedy loaders that allowed six rounds to be inserted into the cylinder at once. These sped up and simplified the reloading process, and allowed the policeman to deal with all six rounds at once, instead of six loose rounds.
Issued Holsters
My academy class was issued JAT-brand flap holsters that were referred to as “Widow Makers,” because of how slow it was to draw the revolver.
The Widow Maker, manufactured by JAT (Jicarilla Apache Tribe) Industries. Author’s photo.The author’s issued S&W Model 15 and Widow Maker holster. Author’s photo
I traded mine for a Safety Speed clamshell holster as quickly as I could, after graduating from the academy (as did many of my academy classmates.) I carried the clamshell until the department no longer allowed them to be used. They were de-authorized due to accidental discharges that were blamed on the holster design. I think the holster was rarely at fault, but it provided a convenient excuse for an accidental discharge.
The author’s issued S&W Model 15 rides in a Safety Speed clamshell holster. Author’s photoA button to open the clamshell holster is located ahead of the trigger. When pushed, the holster opens. Author’s photo
By issuing neutered (double action only) revolvers, and decertifying clamshell holsters to eliminate accidental discharges, it may appear that LAPD was obsessed with this issue. I guess that may be a fair assessment, but to place these decisions in context, I would point out that Los Angeles is a very large city (464 square miles) with a concentrated urban environment of over four million people, and a very small (per-capita) police department, that (until recently) was expected to conduct proactive, aggressive police work. These factors frequently combined to place LAPD officers in situations where accidental discharges of weapons could seriously endanger both citizens and officers. Therefore, even though I loved the clamshell, and having the ability to fire either single or double-action, I find It difficult to criticize these decisions.
Duty Ammo & Ballistics
The duty ammo we were issued was either Remington or Western brand, 158 grain .38 Special with round-nose lead bullets. Also authorized, but not issued, was Western .38 Special ammo loaded with 200 grain Lubaloy bullets.
The 158 grain loading was always issued by the department and was carried by almost all our officers. The round-nose lead bullet was very conical in shape, with a muzzle velocity of about 855 feet per second. There were shootings where the round-nose lead bullet went through the suspect without enough energy transfer or tissue damage to stop him. This was because the conical shape didn’t deform when contacting tissue.
The 200 grain Lubaloy bullet was blunt, and if fired at respectable velocities, it would deform more than the 158 grain bullet. But the velocity of this round, as issued, was slower, at 730 feet per second.
Western .38 Special Super Police ammunition. Public domain image.Western .38 Special Super Police ammunition was loaded with a 200 grain, Lubaloy coating. Public domain image.
These velocities were recorded from six-inch barrels. Most LAPD officers carried S&W revolvers with four-inch barrels, resulting in slightly lower velocities than advertised. This left the police officers with two authorized duty rounds that they believed to be marginally effective in a gunfight. Jacketed hollowpoint ammo was proposed, but was not authorized until sometime in the mid-1980’s.
An enterprising sergeant, who was also a gun enthusiast and a reloader, came up with an unauthorized solution. He removed the 200 grain Lubaloy bullets from their cartridge cases, and loaded enough powder to bring the velocity up to a more respectable level. Of course, this was done without the knowledge of department management. Very few officers ever carried this “improved” ammo, but it was reportedly used in one or two shootings, and proved to be more effective.
LAPD issue, 1982-vintage, Federal 125 grain JSP ammo. Author’s image
In 1982, the LAPD finally recognized the need for more effective ammo, and began to issue Federal 125 grain jacketed soft-point, Plus-P ammunition. We were all ecstatic over the change. There were many more changes in weapons and ammo to come, but they would involve a move to pistols, not revolvers. Ultimately, the LAPD transitioned to the 9mm pistol and then to the .45 ACP pistol.
Officer Survival training and my first tour of duty
The LAPD was hiring a new academy class of seventy to ninety policemen each month. The training academy could only accommodate this number by staggering the training times between day watch and night watch. The first and second months at the academy were spent on day watch. The third month was spent training on night watch. The fourth month was spent on loan to one of the seventeen patrol divisions, where each “recruit” policeman would work in a patrol car with a veteran policeman. The fifth month was spent back at the academy, with enhancement of the prior training regimen, with a focus on community relations and public interaction.
The last class on the final night of our third month (before being loaned to a patrol division) was “Officer Survival.” It was a four-hour class, taught by a well-respected Captain named Bob Smitson. Bob was a huge man, 6’4” tall and well over 220 Lbs. Captain Smitson’s credentials were impeccable, including assignment to Metropolitan Division (where he helped establish and command the first-ever SWAT team), tours of duty in South-Central Los Angeles, foot patrol in Central Division, and assignment as an academy instructor in Physical Training and Self Defense.
An officer’s survival depended on clear thinking, good tactics, and the skilled use of his equipment. From Dick: “This was my era, when I started with LAPD–Round hats, Late 1960’s Plymouth, with a hot sheet on the dash board. Notice the numbers ‘1 251’ on the emergency light of the car–‘1’ indicates it is assigned to Central Division, and ‘251’ is a number that designates the vehicle. Notice that the officer in front has a 6″ clamshell holster. Both officers have name tags. Name tags weren’t required until after Chief Parker died in 1966.” Public domain image.
This Officer Survival class came on the heels of several shootings in which police officers had been killed (such as the Newhall Shooting in April of 1970, where four California Highway Patrol Officers were shot to death, and an LAPD shooting with the Black Panthers, where the officers were fortunate to have survived, and three of four Panthers were killed.) Capt. Smitson discussed these and several other shootings in detail. He spent the night telling us that what we had learned in the academy had to be applied in the street to ensure our survival. To emphasize the lesson, he discussed the murders of several policemen and how their tactics had affected their ability to survive on the street. Each of these cases was highlighted by crime scene photographs of the fallen officers.
Captain Smitson had our undivided attention. Throughout the four-hour class, you could hear a pin drop in the classroom. Class was adjourned at 10:00 PM on Friday.
From Dick: “A fleet of 1968 Plymouth Belvedere patrol cars, parked outside of Newton Street station. These were still in service when I joined LAPD in 1971. Boy were they fast, and could really maneuver in turns. When I first started, there were still a few B&W police cars that had mechanical sirens. I remember it took quite a while, once activated, for them to get up to speed so they would actually emit the wailing sound of the siren. When they weren’t activated, if you drove over about 30 MPH, the rotor in the siren would catch the wind and emit a low frequency growl.” Public domain image.
At 7:00 AM on Sunday, I reported to my first day of four weeks on-loan in 77th Street Division, where I would ride in a patrol car. 77Th was the division covering most of South-Central Los Angeles, where the 1965 Watts riots had begun, and was consistently the most violent division in Los Angeles. After Captain Smitson’s class, I was beginning to wonder if I had chosen the right career.
From Dick: “The old 77th Street Station was built in 1926 and served as the main police station for South-Central Los Angeles for many decades. It was still in use in the early 1970s, and was the station I reported to when I was on-loan from the academy. In modern times, 77th Station remains the most violent area, with one of the highest crime rates in the city. The area patrolled by 77th officers is only ten square miles, but we had 160 homicides in the last year I was Watch Commander there, in 1987. Many small cities don’t have a single murder in most years!”
Reflections On A Career
I was blessed to go through my entire thirty-seven-year career with LAPD without being involved in a shooting. There were several close calls, but no shootings.
A restored graduation photo of LAPD Police Officer Richard Bonneau, Class 3-71. Author’s image
Los Angeles is a very big city with a relatively small, per-capita, police department. This disparity tended to require LAPD officers to be more aggressive in combating crime. And yet, only a very small percentage of officers ever fired their weapon in the performance of their duties.
I’ll use a statistic to emphasize the flip side of this fact, and to highlight the dangers faced by LA cops. When I retired in 2007, I had a retirement dinner at the police academy. People who attended sat at round tables that seated ten people each. The number of officers killed in the line of duty during my career would have filled almost seven tables (over sixty officers), if they had survived and attended the dinner. Of course, these on-duty deaths included all causes of on duty deaths, not just shootings and murders of officers.
LAPD Academy Class of 3-71. Dick was proud to serve with these officers and the others who wore the uniform. Author’s image.
I have to say that I loved every minute of my thirty-seven years with the LAPD. While we were slow to adapt to better weapons and ammunition, I believe I served during the very best of times, with some of the best people I’ve ever known. Bob Smitson, for example, was a true legend in law enforcement–in California, and nationally, as well. He was one of many who stood tall within the law enforcement community. I was proud to serve with him and my fellow policemen.
Author: Richard Bonneau
Richard “Dick” Bonneau was born and raised in Los Angeles. Upon graduation from high school in 1959, he started his first full-time job, as an Electronics Quality Control Inspector, working on Air Force and Navy inertial navigation systems at Autonetics, a division of North American Aviation. While working at Autonetics, he attended California State University, Long Beach, receiving a BA degree in 1967. He joined the Los Angeles Police Department, and graduated from the academy as an honor graduate, in August 1971. Dick was assigned to Central Division Patrol upon graduation from the academy. While in the LAPD, he received a Master’s Degree from the University of Southern California, and promoted through the ranks of Policeman, Sergeant, and Lieutenant, to the rank of “Senior” Captain. Over the course of his career, Dick served in a variety of assignments, to include Patrol, Academy Instructor, Vice, Internal Affairs, and Watch Commander. He was a member of LAPD’s PPC shooting team for a few years, and a member of LAPD’s long distance running team, which ran across the Unites States, from Washington, D.C. to Los Angeles, in 1974, and ran a second cross country race from Los Angeles to Montreal, Canada, in 1976. He attended the FBI National Academy in 1987, as a Lieutenant. As a Captain, he commanded Harbor Patrol Division (San Pedro and Wilmington), Scientific Investigation Division (the division that provides forensic services for LAPD), Central Area (downtown Los Angeles), and Southeast Area (South-Central LA and Watts). In 2002, he was assigned as the Department’s Ombudsman. Dick retired from the LAPD in December 2007, after 36 years of service.
The United States Virgin Islands are beautiful, peaceful and serene as long as visitors don’t stray too far from the well-patrolled tourist areas. For Virgin Islands residents, as well as any visitors who may wander out of the safe zones, the USVI can be a death sentence.
The USVI has one of the highest crime rates in the world, per capita more than New York or even Washington D.C.
All major crime in the U.S. Territory is run by the “Commission,” hardcore but well-organized gangsters who are headquartered on St. Croix, the largest of the three islands.
The Commission is responsible for operating a massive international drug trade, which are delivered from across the Caribbean. It’s not unusual to hear planes landing at night without lights.
Virgin Islands criminals are smart, sophisticated and well-armed with handguns, shotguns and machineguns. For the most part, they only prey on other criminals, but this can change in an instant.
The Virgin Islands Police Department offers little resistance to the armed gangs who actually run the territory. The VIPD is severely undermanned, underpaid and undertrained. The department is horribly led.
Many VIPD officers are corrupt. If they’re told to stay away from an area because a shipment is inbound, they do what they’re told, or they can disappear without a trace.
Gun control in the USVI is the worst in the country, and as a result only the bad guys have guns. Civilians have no legal way to protect themselves, their family or their home.
In December 2025, the U.S. Department of Justice filed a lawsuit against the VI Government, the VI Police Department and the Police Commissioner, alleging that they “have continued to obstruct and systematically deny law-abiding American citizens this fundamental right by systematically delaying the processing of applications and imposing unconstitutional conditions on the exercise of this constitutional right.”
“The conduct by the USVI, the VIPD, and Defendant Brooks has rendered the constitutional right to keep and bear arms a virtual nullity within the United States Virgin Islands territory,” the lawsuit states.
While this may appear to be a good step forward, many VI residents see little likelihood that the lawsuit will be quick, and even less likelihood that it will force any significant change.
A unique idea
Kosei Ohno owns the Crown Bay Marina, which is located on St. Thomas. The marina has 100 slips, including many that can take mega-yachts of 200-feet or greater, and it’s only five minutes from the airport.
Kosei Ohno
Ohno, who also spends time in Washington State, recently filed suit against the Virgin Islands Police Commissioner and the VI government after they denied his attempt to renew his firearm licenses, which he had for several years.
Legally owning firearms in the USVI is incredibly invasive and expensive. Gun owners must pay a tax of $150 per firearm every three years. If you legally own 10 guns, you’re going to pay $1,500 every three years. You must also allow a VI Police Officer access to your safe, and they photograph the contents. Getting the actual license can take 18 months or even longer.
“The officer comes into your home without a warrant, demands to see your safe, demands you open the safe and then takes pictures,” Ohno told me this week. “Some people have guns, jewelry and gold bars as well as cash, and you wonder how it gets stolen. The whole process creates a vulnerability and a list of people, many of whom have lost guns through burglaries and theft.”
Ohno soon learned he was not alone.
“I found out through a source of mine at the VIPD that they made it their new mission to deny everyone’s permits,” he said.
So far, Ohno said, he has spent more than $70,000 to get his permits back, so he decided to act. He created the Virgin Islands Safe Gun Owners, a private group of more than 250 residents who all believed it was time to get organized. Their mission is to “restore and promote Second Amendment Rights in the Territory while promoting safe gun ownership.”
“There was considerable abuse happening,” Ohno said. “Our members include many retired officer, feds, military and business owners. It’s a pretty diverse and expansive group. We were able to give the feds evidence, which allowed them to get involved in the Second Amendment litigation against the police department. I learned it’s not just me whose rights were violated.”
The group introduced legislation that they say will modernize firearms ownership throughout the territory.
Ohno said his lawsuit, which he filed in federal not territorial court, has “expansive potential.” But getting arrested for a firearm that’s not registered, he said, would be disastrous.
“According to Virgin Islands law, if you’re caught with an unregistered firearm, the mandatory sentence is 10 to life,” he said.
Ohno has just launched a GoFundMe page and is considering other legal options.
Said Ohno: “Bravery is contagious. Fear is just as contagious, but transition is always risky.”
There are things that criminals know that you don’t, but here are some lessons that will help really keep you safe.
I recently attended the Crime and Criminals seminar presented by John Hearne of Two Pillars Training, an annual update he delivers through Citizen Safety Academy. It reinforced something most armed citizens intuitively sense but rarely see laid out this clearly: Much of what we believe about crime in America is either incomplete, misleading or simply wrong.
Hearne holds a master’s degree in criminal justice with a concentration in research methods, a public safety career stretching back to 1986 across fire, police, EMS and more than a decade as a federal law enforcement officer. He’s a published author and rangemaster instructor since 2001. What followed over two hours was one of the most grounded and practically valuable presentations I’ve sat through in years of firearms training.
His seminar isn’t about tactics or gear. It focuses on something more foundational: the reality of crime, how criminals think and how ordinary people become victims. For anyone serious about personal defense, this is where the conversation should start.
The First Hard Truth: The Data Isn’t What You Think
Most people assume FBI crime statistics offer a reliable picture of reality. Hearne makes a compelling case they do not. The FBI’s Uniform Crime Reports rely on “crimes known to police,” which excludes everything unreported—and according to Bureau of Justice Statistics survey data, less than half of violent crime is ever reported to law enforcement.
In 2023, the FBI published data suggesting violent crime dropped roughly 2 percent in 2022. Revised 2024 figures quietly revealed an actual net increase of about 41/2 percent, a swing of more than 6 points that never got a press release, discovered only when a criminologist noticed something odd while downloading fresh data. Cities like Washington, D.C., have been caught classifying gunshot-wound transports as routine EMS calls, effectively erasing violent crimes from the record.
By comparing FBI data to CDC homicide records, Hearne showed the FBI misses roughly 17 percent of homicides. If the agency is missing 1 in 6 murders, he asked, what percentage of rapes and aggravated assaults are going uncounted? His rule of thumb: Take the FBI’s violent crime numbers and multiply by 5. You’ll still probably come up short.
The Criminal Justice System Is Not Your Safety Net
Only about 3 percent of all violent victimizations and property crimes ever result in a prison sentence. Clearance rates hover around 15 to 20 percent for property crime and roughly 40 percent for violent crime, and clearance doesn’t mean conviction. Many cases end in diversion, plea agreements or minimal consequences.
Hearne illustrated the dysfunction with the case of Eliza Fletcher, a Memphis pre-K teacher murdered in 2022 by a man who had served 20 of 24 years for a prior kidnapping and robbery, received a new conviction for indecent exposure inside prison just one month before release, and then kidnapped and raped another woman almost immediately after getting out, but the sexual assault kit from that crime sat untested on a shelf. The system had multiple opportunities to intervene and did nothing with any of them.
He also pushed back on the narrative that American prisons are full of nonviolent drug offenders. In state prisons, only 16 percent of inmates are serving drug-related sentences, and fewer than 1 percent are there for low-level charges with no history of violence.
More than half the non-federal prison population is locked up for violent crimes. Hearne’s conclusion is blunt. If you want to meaningfully reduce the prison population, you are, by the numbers, talking about the possibility of releasing people convicted of murder, rape and kidnapping.
Criminals Choose You Faster Than You Think
Hearne referenced a landmark 1981 study in which convicted criminals were shown videos of pedestrians and asked to rate their ease of victimization. The inmates showed striking consensus, and they weren’t evaluating victims by size, dress or apparent wealth.
They were reading gait, stride length, weight shift and arm swing. These indicators signaled vulnerability more reliably than anything else. Subsequent research using point-light kinematics confirmed it. People form accurate assessments of vulnerability from movement alone in under 2 seconds.
What criminals are asking is simple: Can this person fight back? Are they paying attention? Is the reward worth the risk? Most are rational actors running a rapid cost-benefit calculation, and their default when uncertain is to move on to an easier target. Hearne called inducing that hesitation a “restraining judgment.” As he put it, quoting Clint Smith, “If you look like food, you will be eaten.”
It’s Not the Odds—It’s the Stakes
The statistical likelihood of violent crime in any given year may feel low, but over a lifetime that risk compounds, and when violent crime materializes, the consequences are often permanent. A better framework balances likelihood against consequence. Property crime is common and highly deterrable. Most residential burglaries are opportunistic, local and conducted during daylight by offenders seeking the easiest target. Simple measures like reinforced entry points, visible deterrents and limiting outward signs of valuable property shift the calculation in your favor.
Violent crime is less frequent but categorically different in consequence. As Hearne put it, borrowing from his late colleague William Aprill, “Your understanding and consent are not required for someone to take your life, kill your loved ones and destroy all that you hold dear.” That is not fear-mongering. That is the correct framing for how seriously to take preparation.
Where Firearms Actually Fit
Hearne was careful not to deliver a “go buy a gun” pitch. His framework builds in layers: general de-selection through awareness and not projecting vulnerability; specific de-selection through verbal skills when someone is running the pre-attack interview on you; and forced de-selection when the first two have failed.
The numbers on armed resistance are worth knowing. Complying completely in an armed robbery still leaves a 25 percent chance of injury, and the robbery succeeds 90 percent of the time. Resistance with a firearm drops injury odds to 17 percent and rarely allows the crime to complete. Resistance before injury drops that to around 6 percent. For rape specifically, armed resistance is the most effective deterrent to completion and does not increase physical harm to the victim. Research also shows defensive gun uses frequently occur without a shot fired. The presence of a firearm alone can stop a crime in progress.
A gun is not the first solution. It is the last. But as Hearne noted, “Most of the time, you don’t need a parachute, but when you do, nothing else will substitute.”
The Bottom Line
Personal safety begins long before any confrontation. Crime is underreported. Risk is local and situational. Criminals make fast, rational decisions, and the system most people trust to protect them is working at a fraction of the capacity they imagine.
For the armed citizen, this knowledge is not academic. It is the foundation on which every other preparation rests. The objective is not simply to be armed. It is to be prepared, aware and genuinely difficult to victimize.
Hearne offers this seminar annually through Citizen Safety Academy, and additional training through Two Pillars Training. If you get the opportunity, take it. It is not the most fun class. It is the necessary one.