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Such wisdom might have profited Matthew J. Brad Barksdale continues to work as a consultant…and squeezes in the occasional game of poker. Such wisdom might have profited Matthew J. I know what I'm capable of. An additional basis for Barksdale's skepticism was his having been told by common acquaintances about a nurse who'd seen Kalahar's body and said that it was obvious that he'd sustained multiple injuries. Barksdale finds the news reports difficult to reconcile with his own observations that night.

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The sergeant retrieved and secured the suspect's fallen shotgun, then stripped Kalahar of his mask. With his face exposed, it became evident that Kalahar was no longer a threat. He would be pronounced dead at the scene shortly thereafter. Kalahar had no prior criminal history prior to the night of the shooting, at least none that was recorded. But plainly the man had his fair share of demons—toxicological results determined that he'd been under the influence of cocaine at the time of the shootout.

Whatever impairment that intoxication might have rendered, it did not preclude his ability to replicate the more successful elements of his first robbery. This included his donning of dark gloves and darkening his eyes with black polish prior to donning a mask and bandana so as to hide his racial identity Kalahar was white. Moreover, he'd apparently decided to add murder to his bucket list. Still, the guard had gray spots all over his shirt where the shot hit him. Kalahar was more than capable of shooting an unarmed security guard, but he was less prepared to deal with the chief.

His split-second decision to engage Barksdale might have proven less fateful for him had he not neglected to re-chamber a shell prior to doing so. Unlike Kalahar, getting into a firefight wasn't exactly foreign territory for the retired street cop. None of these incidents cost Barksdale a night's sleep, and while he feels for the family Kalahar left behind, he does not regret the actions that he took that night. Indeed, he cites his mindset as an imperative part of both his survival and that of the security guard.

Barksdale believes that an inhibited mindset is one of the greatest threats confronting a police officer—on-duty or off, active, or retired. It is the reticence to act for fear of some civil or administrative costs that can slow some people down.

When it comes to tactics, Barksdale says that he doesn't believe he would have changed a thing, not even his approach on the counter when the unarmed off-duty officer placed himself in danger by attempting to check on the robber. My preference was to stay where I was and watch everybody. But I also knew that he didn't have a gun, and he was going to poke his head behind the counter and check on the dude.

So I went to the bar to cover him. News reports claimed that of the 17 rounds fired by Barksdale, only one had struck Kalahar. Barksdale finds the news reports difficult to reconcile with his own observations that night.

I know what I'm capable of. An additional basis for Barksdale's skepticism was his having been told by common acquaintances about a nurse who'd seen Kalahar's body and said that it was obvious that he'd sustained multiple injuries. Barksdale became a fan of the FN Five-Seven when he was allowed to fire one belonging to a fellow range instructor.

Immediately, he was intrigued that while the rounds were longer than those of many handguns encountered in the field, their diameter was smaller than the 9mm. And while the grip was a little longer than his SIG 9mm, its heft felt the same. Firing the Five-Seven for the first time into a ballistic vest at 50 yards, Barksdale found that two of the rounds were within a half inch of one another—and the third had double-impacted on one of its predecessors.

While he remains fond of the Five-Seven, one can hear something akin to dismay in Barksdale's voice when he expressed mystification at his inability to put the suspect down quicker. I would have thought Kalahar would've been out of commission a little sooner.

Ironically the casino had tried to hire Barksdale to provide security between the first and second robberies. An argument could be made that they received the same benefits of Barksdale's experience and vigilancefor free. As it stands, they were ecstatic for his intervention, the county DA didn't see any problem with the shooting, and the Michigan Chiefs of Police Association awarded Barksdale the medal of valor a couple of years later. Brad Barksdale continues to work as a consultant…and squeezes in the occasional game of poker.

Good job from the initial decision to take action through to the culmination. Typical media misinformation to make it appear as if the former chief was just "sprayin' and prayin' " rather than controlling where his shots were going. Given his training and experience, that seems highly unlikely. Most of the media are reluctant to give credit when it is due to a legally armed citizen when good guy lethal force is used to stop bad guy lethal force instead of trying to hide while hoping someone is calling and that responding officers are only seconds, not minutes away.

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Photo courtsey of iStockPhoto. Don't stand on soft 17s. Don't take the dealer's bust card. Veteran gamblers know that there are some things you just don't do in a casino. Walking away with all of the casino's cash is one of those things that rarely happens. And if by some miracle you happen to get away with robbing one, you'd be well advised not to push your luck by trying it a second time. Such wisdom might have profited Matthew J.

Kalahar, had he chosen to act on it. It wasn't as though the year-old hadn't been warned. Asking what all the excitement was about, he was told that the place had just been robbed. The "chief" is Brad Barksdale. Having attended the police academy in , Barksdale rose through the ranks of the Flint Police Department before becoming its chief 22 years later. After four years at the department's helm, he retired and went into consulting work.

Barksdale had made several security recommendations to the casino's management prior to the robbery. Some of these suggestions such as hiring guards and securing the doors had been acted upon. Others—installing a video surveillance system and hiring armed security—had not been acted upon at the time of the robbery.

By July 1, Barksdale had become accustomed to those changes that had been made such as having to wait for the front door to be opened by a security guard when he showed up at night intending to play some poker. On this night, he was told there weren't enough people to seat a game of Omaha Hi-Lo. Deciding to hang around for a bit, the former police chief sat before the pit boss' computer and indulged in some simulated play.

But as he started toward the door, there was a loud boom—the blast of a gauge, pump-action shotgun demolishing the front door of the casino. The elderly security guard who'd started for the door turned to run as glass blew inward towards him. Hot on its heels was a masked man wielding the shotgun—Kalahar. Barksdale, 40 feet away atop an elevated walkway, was not going to allow Kalahar to finish whatever it was he'd started. To that end he reached inside his coat for one of the two shoulder holsters hidden beneath.

Each holster contained a semi-automatic FN Five-Seven, and as the shooter entered the poker hall on a dead-run toward him, Barksdale drew his first gun and took aim. At the sound of Barksdale's commands, Kalahar spun the shotgun toward him and leveled it. As the man flinched, Barksdale's finger squeezed the trigger of his gun—repeatedly.

The former chief had spent years developing a variety of shooting skills, skills that field situations had a way of showcasing. Generally, this proved to the detriment of those who'd exhibited an inclination toward trying to kill him. Now that range training was once again being put to the test. Barksdale's well-practiced point-shooting tracked the gunman as Kalahar dove behind a chip distribution counter.

With Kalahar's disappearance from sight, Barksdale speculated what the man's next move might be. And if so, from what side of the counter? Barksdale wasn't about to wait and find out. He continued firing, peppering the counter's facade with 5. He reflexively assumed a seated position with his legs crossed to provide a protective barrier against any potential incoming rounds. Barksdale knew his magazine was getting low, so he stopped firing but kept his first gun trained on the threat zone while he retrieved the second from its holster.

Normally, he would have migrated for cover and covered the counter pending the response of Burton's finest.

But earlier he'd spoken with an off-duty officer who was also in the casino, one who had said that since he had planned to drink he had left his gun outside. Despite Barksdale's commands for the police sergeant to remain behind cover, the officer popped up and headed over to the counter to check on the status of the shooter.

As the unarmed officer was putting himself in an untenable position, Barksdale felt that his hand was being forced and he moved up, as well. The sergeant retrieved and secured the suspect's fallen shotgun, then stripped Kalahar of his mask. With his face exposed, it became evident that Kalahar was no longer a threat. He would be pronounced dead at the scene shortly thereafter. Kalahar had no prior criminal history prior to the night of the shooting, at least none that was recorded.

But plainly the man had his fair share of demons—toxicological results determined that he'd been under the influence of cocaine at the time of the shootout. Whatever impairment that intoxication might have rendered, it did not preclude his ability to replicate the more successful elements of his first robbery.

This included his donning of dark gloves and darkening his eyes with black polish prior to donning a mask and bandana so as to hide his racial identity Kalahar was white.

Moreover, he'd apparently decided to add murder to his bucket list. Still, the guard had gray spots all over his shirt where the shot hit him. Kalahar was more than capable of shooting an unarmed security guard, but he was less prepared to deal with the chief.

His split-second decision to engage Barksdale might have proven less fateful for him had he not neglected to re-chamber a shell prior to doing so. Unlike Kalahar, getting into a firefight wasn't exactly foreign territory for the retired street cop. None of these incidents cost Barksdale a night's sleep, and while he feels for the family Kalahar left behind, he does not regret the actions that he took that night.

Indeed, he cites his mindset as an imperative part of both his survival and that of the security guard. Barksdale believes that an inhibited mindset is one of the greatest threats confronting a police officer—on-duty or off, active, or retired. It is the reticence to act for fear of some civil or administrative costs that can slow some people down.

When it comes to tactics, Barksdale says that he doesn't believe he would have changed a thing, not even his approach on the counter when the unarmed off-duty officer placed himself in danger by attempting to check on the robber. My preference was to stay where I was and watch everybody. But I also knew that he didn't have a gun, and he was going to poke his head behind the counter and check on the dude. So I went to the bar to cover him. News reports claimed that of the 17 rounds fired by Barksdale, only one had struck Kalahar.

Barksdale finds the news reports difficult to reconcile with his own observations that night. I know what I'm capable of. An additional basis for Barksdale's skepticism was his having been told by common acquaintances about a nurse who'd seen Kalahar's body and said that it was obvious that he'd sustained multiple injuries. Barksdale became a fan of the FN Five-Seven when he was allowed to fire one belonging to a fellow range instructor. Immediately, he was intrigued that while the rounds were longer than those of many handguns encountered in the field, their diameter was smaller than the 9mm.

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