Going to be hard to top that one.
Cops get together, and tell war stories. They generally start with, "There I was..."
And we generally try to top each other with tried and true stories of our experiences. Sometimes, we even have video, which we save to our "greatest hits" personal tapes.
But I'm thinking that there are four cops in San Francisco right now who can get most other guys to fold when they mention their Zoo shooting.
Amur, or "Siberian" Tigers are the biggest tigers in the world, of the 5 remaining species of tiger. They are exceedingly rare in the wild in their native Siberia, mostly due to idjits in Asia who believe that tiger bones/blood/hair is good for "medicines," (picture near the bottom of the page-- I refuse to link to the pic directly) and by a bunch of even bigger idjits there and elswhere, who believe that extracto de la tigre is the best thing to put lead in a man's pencil if-you-know-what-I-mean-and-I-think-you-do. (Note: I have long said that the best way that the World Wildlife Fund could get results in saving rhinos and tigers would be to spend a goodly portion of its money on buying large quantities of Viagra, which it could then airdrop to different parts of China with local writing on it saying: "Check out what Western medicine can bring you!") They pay dearly for a bit of ground tiger bone, and motivated poachers, mostly Chinese and Mongolian, head into Siberia to dig huge tiger pits lined with sharp sticks, which they camouflage, bait, and check maybe monthly. It's a hassle for the two (2) game wardens assigned to an area about the size of Texas to patrol. Ten years ago it was estimated that there were maybe 200 of these Amur tigers running wild.
Damn shame, that. The world is a finer place with wild tigers running about in their own habitat.
But when they get imported into the San Franciscan Zoo, which is most certainly a gun-unfriendly place within a city renown for being gun-prohibitive, in a state that is renown for being gun-prohibitive, and then someone fails to secure them properly, you end up with people leaking on sidewalks.
In this case, the first guy the 300 lb tiger came across perished on the spot. The next two aren't doing just real well. Frankly, being upgraded to "stable" isn't my idea of a good way to spend Christmas. But look on the bright side-- they'll have some fascinating conversation pieces in the way of scars.
So there's four responding SFPD officers who now get to tell the tale of how they came across the attacking tiger, and put it down with pistol fire. Don't you imagine the other tale-tellers in their group just have to fold, from here on out, whenever one of those guys starts a war story with, "There I was, stuck working evening shift on Christmas, 2007..."?