Dedicated to a Fallen Mounted Officer

Sr. Deputy Sheriff Lisa Whitney
Mounted up May 26th, 1970, Dismounted August 28, 1998

Ventura County Sheriff's Department, Ventura California

Sr. Deputy Whitney was struck broadside in an un-marked patrol vehicle
while on duty. The suspect had traveled through a controlled intersection
during a power outage without regard to other traffic present. The
individual who struck and killed Lisa last year was found guilty of Felony
Vehicular Manslaughter while under the influence of methamphetamine
(speed). Her sentencing will take place on November 18, 1999.

02-17-00: Ms. Pittman received the maximum possible sentence, 8+5 = 13 years. The additional five years was an enhancement. She is now a 2 striker, she must do 85% of the time, and then 4 years of parole. She will be housed at Chowchilla State Prison.
 
 

 
 

I am the top half of a mounted patrol team,
working from horseback, a fulfillment of dreams.

My horse, my steed, just as in the days of old,
together we ride, together we're bold.

Every muscle I feel as we both work as one,
for it's you underneath me that makes this job fun.

Although there are days when you do give me attitude,  from you I will gather, all of my fortitude.

We enforce the laws and meet people, all the day through, and when we're greeted by others, the one they speak to is you!

You help a cop's image, in a positive way,
an Officer on horseback, we'll help save the day.

For our Maker, he gave you the strength from above, together we'll ride, together, in love.

Our ride for now is over, it's the close of the day, you nicker so softly, as I bring you your hay.

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    I am the bottom half of this God fearing crew, the love from my partner will help see us through.

I was born to run wild, leave the danger that's near, but the strength on my back, says I've nothing to fear.

I feel your hands and your legs, they help as you guide,  it's your strength that sustains me, when I could run and hide.

Your spurs sometimes tickle, you use them to nudge, sometimes I sure need them, because I won't budge.

The children, they see us, they squeal with delight, an Officer on horseback, what a beautiful sight!

When I am on duty, I'm not allowed to eat,
but just look at that grass, it's just under my feet.

No one can describe it, this partnership and team, we'll work as one forever, I'll feel you in my dreams.

The ride for now is over, the tack is recounted, I'll rest till that time, we again will work mounted.

Poem Courtesy of Officer Phil West

 

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