Man o’ man.. some people have talents. Talents that, in my opinion, they should never know they had.

It was a humid overcast Monday and we were running out yard. The unit we were running is a max general pop run so we have to remove them one cell at a time and lock them into the cages on the yard individually. Needless to say, It takes a long time. We are almost finished putting them out when the sky opens and it starts to pour, Hard! The last 5 cells decide they aren’t going out. We check with the tower officers to see if there is lightning. There is none so we continue on down to bring in the other yard.

As we head downstairs a call on the radio comes that there is a fight on the yard down the hill in another one of the General Pop yards. We leave a control room officer and a few cadets (it was around 9:00 count so someone needed to stay and count) behind and head down to respond.

The tower officer called in the fight and when enough of us arrived (12-13) we entered the yard. We separated the two fighting and restrained them. After a bit of talking, the inmates were escorted to medical to check for injuries.

Here is where the talent comes in. One of these inmates as “keistering.” That is what we call it when they have contraband stuff in their backside. The X-ray showed this guy had a 6″-8″ shank in his rear end! Answer me this.. how the hell do you roll around and fight with a pointy 8″ piece of steel up your butt?

Man, that’s talent!