As we all know our job can take toll on us, so I thought it would be fun to see what the funniest thing we've done on a call. I'll start it was early April in southwest WI got paged for grass fire. By the time I got to the station all the trucks were gone except for our 3000 gallon tanker. I rolled up on sence I got my assignment to follow this field road, as I was getting closer to our engine I got told to stop where I was. So sitting there in the truck waiting listening to the radio traffic. Then the next thing I hear is brush truck stuck, and then tanker 2 stuck. Next I was assigned to go back out to the road, the only way out was a water way in this field. As I proceded to the road I locked my rear set duals in, got half way up this water way and hit a soft spot and sunked my truck all the way to the axle. Radio the Chief told him what happened and dumped all 3000 gallons. There are picture of the days events, with all total up three of our and a DNR truck got stuck. I'll see if I can get ahold of those piture.
it was a pole barn(stolen telephone poles tin and 2 x 4s off of a barn hit by a tornado so cost = about $100 worth of beer) but like i said the creek was right there
As a cadet I had to give my helmet to a senior fire fighter during a run luckily it was just a false alarm and he didnt actually need it. His was at the station on his gear rack sitting there when we got back. He hasn't lived it down at all
My first ever fire was in a rough are in Johannesburg called hillbrow, it was on the 7th floor of some rundown flats, i was soo nervous i ran up to the 7th floor and realized i left SCBA in the engine so i ran down all the way to the engine donned the BA and then ran back up to the 7th floor but when i got back up to the the 7th floor i realized that i had know left my helmet in the engine, i took it off to but my BA on, so it was back down to the engine to get my helmet, well basically by the time i got back to the 7th floor the fire was practically contained( was just one room burning) So my first real building fire consisted of me running up and down the stairs like a lunatic....FUN
I went to a brush fire call. This was my first call so i was excited. I was fully geared up and ready to go so i started t orun down a hill with a shovel and some buckets. As i get down there my assistant chief tells me to hop over a fence to get to another part of the fire. we my hands were full and I didnt think about how heavy my gear was and tried to jump the fence. MY boot hit the top of the fence and the shovel and buckets went flying forward but I went crashing to the ground. I was stuck for about 5 min until another cadet came and helped me get loose.
yeah that other cadet was me and that was funny all i saw was you stuck to the fence and the bucket and shovel flying through the air. haha i will never forget that.
lol yea man, neither will I. but now we both are fire fighter and now we can laugh a the other cadets taht do stupid stuff like that and help them learn how to calm down
picking up full beer cans in the middle of a state hiwhay in the poring rain the box got wet and the cop left the box and beer on the trunk of his car LOL picking up beer cans not what i expected when i joined the FD
I have a great one! Just happened 2 days ago. We were toned out on a lines down call. Upon arrival we found a power line hanging about 5 feet from the road. I established command and requested the power company to our location. While we were waiting, I directed my guys to direct traffic. I was talking to a bystander when this car pulls up directly under the snapped line. He rolls down his passenger side window and says, "Hey what's going on?" I reply with "Watching this power line right above you." He looks up out of his window and says "OH F***!!!" and drove off at a rather high rate of speed. Myself and the bystander busted out laughing at this poor idiot. I won't forget that one for a while.
On my very first run (MVA) the Chief detailed me to ride the engine and stay with him. We stopped on a narrow road and blocked traffic just by being there. I started to climb out on the passenger side and my hand-me-down over large boots turned around my foot. I fell off the step, off the truck, and into a really impressive ditch. Once I shouted I was OK, everyone else worked the wreck. By the time I got out, it was time to load up and go home. After that, I learned I had a gift for finding holes on a scene. Pot holes, old septic tanks, French Drains, . . .