in for an evening shift on board one of the patrol ships. We take off and fly the night skies look- ing for trouble. With as many as ten radios blar- ing into my headset, it doesn’t take long for us to find it. In the Pico Rivera area, now out comes a burglary call. Two subjects were seen entering a back yard, resident not at home. In seconds we are diving down to 300AGL and in a left orbit over the house. Deputies are coordinating their


response on the radio, but we are already over- head watching both subjects. After a few min- utes, a perimeter is established, both subjects are taken down at gunpoint and handcuffed. We don’t stick around to see the eventual outcome, as we’re off fishing in another spot. I ask my pilot what he learned to fly in and


I’m not surprised when he tells me a Robinson R22. “What was that transition like?” I ask. “Just


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