Hustling is such a thankless occupation. I totally don't get this fascination with these programs that show some control-freak asshole chasing 'bad guys' around with a stick for half an hour. Big fuckin' deal! This isn't extraordinary. Give me some guns, restraint devices, a big shiny black and white car, and TOTAL IMMUNITY from the rules everyone else has play by and liability for the inevitable destruction I am certain to cause, and I'll give you all the Dukes of Hazard wild west gun-totin' cowboy fuckin' shoot-em-up shit you need. But it doesn't make me special...anyone can do it.
But you...if they rode with you for a night it would put those cardboard glory boys to shame. You're out there fighting the good fight with only what the good lord gave you for weapons. My hat is off to you.