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This One Time While on Patrol: I Had to Fight a Naked Woman

This is a new segment here on the blog, my friend Bob McMahon is a retired police officer with a ton of great stories, many of which have never been told outside of law enforcement circles. These articles will not be censored and may not be suitable for younger readers.

I Had to Fight a Naked Woman

Bob McMahon

Sept 2026

Many years ago, while working a two-man patrol car in southern California (that’s how old I am), we received a radio call to meet a man and his son in a shopping center parking lot. As we drove up, we could see a young boy, about 7 years old and his father. Nothing too unusual, except that it was about 2:00 a.m.

We got out of our black and white and began a conversation with the father. He told us that he is divorced from the boy’s mother and via the divorce documents, it was the mother’s weekend for visitation with their son. However, about 30 minutes before he called us, he received a call from his son. His son said that his mom was not acting right and that he was scared and wanted dad to come pick him up. Not a good situation to be placed in, but of course, that father didn’t hesitate to respond to a call from his son. When the father got to his ex-wife’s house, he could see what his son was talking about.

The father described that the house was a mess and his ex-wife was acting irrationally. Many divorcees describe their exes as irrational. But in this case, there was something different. Maybe a psychotic episode. Maybe drunk, maybe drugs, maybe a combination. It was obvious that the boy could not stay with his mother as she was in no condition to care for him. The father formed the plan to grab a couple of the boy’s belongings and called the local law enforcement to explain his situation and ask us to go to the mother’s house to check on her.

I guess the absolute correct policy thing to do here would be to call the Department of Children’s Services (DPS) to do interviews with the mother and father, but that usually means the child is separated from both parents for hours waiting for an investigator from DPS to arrive, then conduct their interviews and make a determination. Instead, we felt it was in the best interest of the child to allow him to go with his father where he would feel safer and more secure. He had been through enough.

We let the father and son go on their way and drove to the address provided by the father. We saw that the address was the middle house down a long driveway where three houses shared one common driveway. As we approached the open front door, we repeatedly announced we were law enforcement. As you can imagine, the house was on the smaller side. From our position at the front door, we could see most of the living room and through to the kitchen. We could see that the couch cushions were strewn about the floor. In the kitchen, we could see the drawers were pulled out and the contents emptied onto the floor. The cupboard doors were open with the contents pulled onto the floor. The fish tank had been knocked over with water and fish on the floor.

We then slowly making our way through the house, announcing ourselves again and again. No response from any occupant. We walked through the living room into a small hallway to the bedrooms and a bathroom. The light in the bathroom was on, shining into the otherwise dark hallway. Still making announcements, I walked to the open door of the bathroom. No one is in the bathroom. I noticed that the lower half of the double hung window was open with the curtains partly outside. I could hear movement from something outside but could not tell if it was a person or an animal.

Because we could not find anyone inside, we walked out of the hallway, through the living room and kitchen to the back door. Walking out the back door, we stepped onto a small concrete patio illuminated by a single light on the wall next to the door. On the side of the house where the bathroom window opened toward, we found a small easement, about 4 or 5 feet wide between the house and the neighboring fence. There was an open chain link gate approximately 4 feet tall. Walking around the edge of the house and now looking down the easement with only flashlights for lighting, we saw a woman below the bedroom window, she was completely naked, not even shoes.

She was about 10 feet from the gate. We told her to come out to us on the patio. She slowly complied while muttering unintelligibly. We had to encourage her to keep coming as she would move slowly and stop frequently. Once she got to the open chain link gate, she stopped, grabbed onto the top of the gate post, squatted down and made some kind of comment in a language only she could understand, then jumped up and charged at the two of us.

We were both trying to get control of her arms, but she was swinging and flailing about so much that it made it, shall we say, challenging. 

With a male, it would have been easier, but the two of us were still trying to be respectful and not place our hands inappropriately, even by accident. While it is true she was swinging at us, she clearly was not fighter so more aggressive tactics were not necessary. We were finally able to gain control of her arms and get her cuffed with her hands behind her back. We then called for paramedics as we recognized her symptoms as being under the influence, likely cocaine. 

Whie waiting for the paramedics to arrive, the handcuffs did not stop her aggression. She started kicking at us, having difficulty maintaining her balance. To keep her from losing her balance and injuring herself, we gently led her to the ground on her stomach. That still did not stop her aggression as she pivoted about on her stomach and chest attempting to get into position to kick us. After several attempts to kick us, and in hopes of stopping her from pivoting about on the concrete while unclothed, we secured her feet together, then with a short tether, secured to the handcuffs, "hog tied". Even that did stop her. 

She then started trying to move by inching herself on her chest and stomach with an open mouth as if trying to bite our shoes or ankles.

About that time, the paramedics arrived. As they rounded the corner of the house and our situation came into their view, you could hear their reaction. They have seen many, many medical emergencies and have seen many things. But they were not prepared for the situation they just arrived in. After their initial shock, they quickly got to work evaluating her medical status. After a couple moments, she was not as combative.

They asked us to remove our restraints so they could place her on the gurney and transported her to the hospital. Covered only by a sheet supplied by the ambulance.

We didn’t immediately follow her to the hospital. Instead, I wrote a report detailing what I described in this article. I didn’t write a report to get her in trouble in court. I wrote it to document an incident she was solely responsible for. About 90 minutes later, we visited her in her room. Now she was completely coherent and able to carry on an intelligent conversation. I asked her if she knew why she was in the hospital, where her son was, and where her clothes were. She did not have any recollection of any of those questions. I provided her with the file number for the report I wrote and encouraged her to purchase a copy to read all the circumstances of this evening’s events. I also shared with her that her son was with his father. She seemed relieved to know her son was safe. Maybe she was afraid DPS had taken custody of him. As far as I know, we never got another call back.

About the Author:

Bob McMahon is a friend of the blog and trusted expert on all things law enforcement; he is retired Law Enforcement Officer with 31 years of experience. He will be contributing to the blog going forward.....trust me on this, his stories will be worth coming back for.

Featured Gun: Remington Model 10

 

As you probably surmised by the photo, the Remington model 10 is a pump action shotgun.

This repeating scatter gun was a first for Remington, the first in a fairly short line of pump action shotgun designs.

Designed by the legendary John Pederson, it was introduced in 1908 and served as a "Trench gun" in the Great War.

The Model 10 came in a variety of grades, which was common at the time. However, only one caliber: 12 Gauge.

Barrel lengths and types varied with the grade, as did the chokes.

One unique feature was that the loading and ejection of the shells occurred through the bottom of the receiver, making the gun ambidextrous. This design feature carried over into the model 17 (which was later redesigned as the Ithaca model 37). The magazine held 6 rounds and of course came with a plug for hunting in areas that restricted magazine capacity.

The gun is/was considered somewhat fragile, partly due to inferior gun steel and heat-treating methods prior to WWI. 

The model 10 was removed from the Remington catalog in 1929 and replaced with the aforementioned model 17, although a few hundred were built from parts until 1931.

275,542 model 10s were produced in the 23 years of production. If you need to date your model 10, the Remington Society has a chart available, I have transcribed it below, you can see it online here

Production year    ending serial #

1907                     52

1908                    26087

1909                    43259

1910                    58453

1911                    76273

1912                    95317

1913                    115104

1914                    129518

1915                    141425

1916                    149665

1917                    158658

1918                    166386

1919                    173633

1920                    193856

1921                    199860    

1922                    209001

1923                    221708

1924                    232188

1925                    241484

1926                    251744

1927                    262237

1928                    271993

1929                    275000

1930                    275231

1932                    275452

As with most of my Feature Gun articles this one was inspired by a 1923 vintage Model 10-T that was gifted to me by a retired gunsmith, I have not decided what to do with this gun, I guess I will have to see how hard parts are to find. Along with the shortening of the barrel and abbreviating of the stock, the gun is missing the magazine and pump mechanism. Maybe I will find the missing parts and make it a wall display?