The Streak

This story goes back several years to when Herb Coffman was Sheriff of Casey County, Kentucky.  As the story was relayed to me, Sheriff Coffman had received several complaints of streakers running the roads around Liberty.

As he drove along the road one day, a report of one such incident, very close by, came across the radio.  He answered, saying he was on the way, and “He had better hope I don’t catch him.”  At that moment he topped a hill and there was the young man, naked as jaybird, running toward him.

He hit the lights and siren and the man took off running across an open field, heading toward the woods.  Wearing nothing but his tennis shoes and a smile the guy ran as fast as he could go.  The Sheriff stopped the car, jumped out and took off after the young man. 

It was an uneven race as the young man increased his lead and the Sheriff, with his gun jumping against his leg, tried to keep up in his uniform and street shoes.  It looked as though the young man would get away, then Mother Nature took a hand.

The young man was in better shape, had less baggage, and was wearing tennis shoes, but there was one thing he hadn’t anticipated.  No matter the shoes and conditioning, the human body is not designed to run bare assed through a briar patch.

As the man screamed and struggled, Sheriff Coffman calmly walked up and made his way through the briars to the miscreant.  He got the other free of the briers, and walk him back toward the field.  He led him to an old stump at the edge of the road, sat down, pulled the guy across his lap and proceeded to give him an old fashioned spanking.

He then took the individual to the police car, and drove him to the jail.  He walked him in naked and threw him something to cover up with, once he was locked away.  From what I am told the young man did not streak again.