Another equally hilarious evaluation by the same author:
By way of another discussion list, our group was recently made aware of a news story done on a husband/wife dog handling team who reside and operate not too far away from us. The pair's claim of "nearly 80 finds" by one of their dogs touched off a spirited discussion of "SARPedness." "SARP" is an unflattering term that means "Search And Rescue Puke," used to describe those overzealous wannabe types who, shall we say, take themselves too seriously, and in doing so often embarrass themselves and our profession. SARP was coined long ago by one of the instructors who certifies our canines and handlers. It fits a few of the people we encounter in our travels, and has become a well-known, if not commonly-used term in our circles. So, in the spirit of introspective jocularity, and recognizing that in every bit of humor lies a nugget of truth, I offer to you "You might be a SARP," with deepest apologies to Jeff Foxworthy and his "Redneck" series. (Note: If you find the word "Puke" distasteful, there is another Yiddish p-word that works just as well in its place.)
Here we go...
If there are red lights and a siren on your lawn tractor, personal ATV, or fishing boat, you might be a SARP.
If the length of your beard is greater than the length of your dog's lead, you might be a SARP.
If you've ever started a bar fight by arguing over which extrication tool brand is better, you might be a SARP.
If you hang out at cop-approved restaurants, waiting to invite yourself to join officers at their table, you might be a SARP.
If you've ever asked your spouse to wear a SAR uniform during lovemaking because it "makes you hot," you might be a SARP.
If you've ever begun a debriefing with the words, "There we were...flat on our backs...thought we were gonna die...", you might be a SARP.
If you've ever ended a piece of correspondence with the words, "that others may live," you might be a SARP.
If you carry your rescue pager on a family vacation to Disneyworld (unless, of course, you work for Orlando Search and Rescue), you might be a SARP.
If you claim a "find" because your dog was within a five-mile radius at the time the subject was found, you might be a SARP.
If you claim a "find" because your dog "would have found him," you might be a SARP.
If the arrival of the new Gall's catalog makes you slobber more than your dog, you might be a SARP.
If your uniform shirt can stand up on its own from the stiffness of all the patches you have sewn to it, you might be a SARP.
If there exists anywhere in your house a T-shirt screen-printed with the words, "Life or Death: I am the difference!" you might be a SARP.
If applying oxygen to a patient means you "saved their life," you might be a SARP.
If writing down a patient's name, age, medications, or taking their blood pressure means you "saved their life," you might be a SARP.
If there are a pair of handcuffs dangling from the spotlight handle of your rescue truck, you might be a SARP.
If your personal vehicle has more SAR decals and stickers on it than a marked squad car, you might be a SARP.
If you parade your dog around Staging in his "Search Dog" vest, you might be a SARP.
If listening to the scanner as local Law Enforcement runs license checks is an orgasmic experience for you, you might be a SARP.
If you, in violation of state law, keep a red light in your personal vehicle, and defend the action by saying, "...but I save lives!" you might be a SARP.
If you keep a length of brightly colored utility rope (purchased at the Farm & Fleet) tied to the top of your pack because it looks like climbing rope, you might be a SARP.
If your partners (or 911) refer to you as "Mr. Radio," you might be a SARP.
If you insist that Check-In log your dog into the operation by her AKC name, "Dame Edna Search Magnificence of Hillshire Farms," you might be a SARP. (In the field, she goes by "Floyd.")
If you've ever claimed an "assist" from watching a SAR story on
television, you might be a SARP.
If you've ever worn reflectorized coveralls to church, grocery shopping, or to the movies, you might be a SARP.
If blaze orange shirts were the attire for the groomsmen at your
wedding, you might be a SARP.
If you've ever told a war story that follows the basic theme... "I arrived to find the call all screwed up and plagued by mismanagement, and I crawled over the trail of shattered corpses, weeping managers, and criminal negligence to save the day..." you might be a SARP.
If you've ever continued to a scene after being cancelled so that you could say you "worked" the call, you might be a SARP.
If you carry your new GPS around the house because you "want it to become an extension of your own hand," you might be a SARP.
If you're at the cabin, and you don your search pack to walk to the outhouse, you might be a SARP.
If your SAR certifications and your dog's name appear on your business cards, your personal checks, or are tattooed anywhere on your body, you might be a SARP.
If your SAR certifications and your dog's name appear in the signature block of your emails, you might be a SARP. (Who typed the email, you or the dog?)
If you've ever driven 20-over the speed limit in your POV after being cancelled because you're "only a couple of minutes away," you might be a SARP.
If you claim a "secret" or "proprietary" method of training your dog, you might be a SARP.
If you've ever made a radio broadcast with more than four acronyms or 10-codes in a single sentence, you might be a SARP.
If you spontaneously call in stalled motorists (without stopping to help), weather reports, and road conditions to Dispatch on your rescue portable, you might be a SARP.
If you keep a pressed pair of camouflage BDU's in your closet "just in case..." you might be a SARP.
If you have an endless list of reasons why the ground team behind you found the subject in the segment you and your dog just worked, you might be a SARP.
If you've ever worn a helmet for an indoor on-camera interview, you might be a SARP.
If 911-Dispatch has a pet nickname for you like, "Comm Van," "Rescue Ranger," or "Skywarn Skippy," you might be a SARP.
If your description of your dog's alert behavior is, "I just know..." or "I can just tell...", you might be a SARP.
If you wear your Mustang PFD jacket with "RESCUE" emblazoned across the back to a fancy restaurant for a dinner date with your spouse, you might be a SARP.
If you keep a double-sheave, prusik-minding pulley in a pouch on your belt for a trip to the supermarket, you might be a SARP.
I fished my Kevlar undies out of the drawer for this one...enjoy.
Best regards,
Rick Slatten
Duluth, Minnesota