Students enrolled in the Public Safety and Justice Program at Oswego County BOCES met two very special four-legged members of the New York State Police K9 Unit and learned that the phrase, “man’s best friend” is no cliché.
Mark Bender, the students’ instructor and a full-time New York State Trooper, brought his canine partner, Mandin, into the class. They were joined by fellow Trooper Kevin Conners, who brought his canine partner, Lynde.
Mandin, a Czech shepherd, is a patrol dog trained to search for narcotics and trained in handler protection, criminal tracking and apprehension.
Lynde is part of the New York State Police Bloodhound Team and is a trained scent-specific trailing dog.
Troopers Bender and Conners talked to students about the training program they completed with their respective K9 partners and how their K9 partner assists them in various on-the-job situations.
The two troopers and their partners staged a few typical scenarios, giving students an opportunity to see how K9s assisted in trailing and apprehending a criminal.
Instructors for the Public Safety and Justice Program are highly-trained professionals currently working in the field, allowing the program to stay current and better prepare its students for today’s workforce.
Bender is in his 12th year at Oswego County BOCES and his 20th year with the New York State Police.
Today’s letters: Barb Hubbard and Dave Cordone are running for re-election to the school board; the Friends of History say thank you; and the Fulton Public Library Board of Trustees answer some questions.
One of the nicest things about writing my column is hearing from old friends and classmates, the most recent of which is Jane Rasmussen Wilcox via a surprise phone call to say how much she enjoyed reading my last couple of columns about Walradt Street and Phillip Street Schools.
As we drove to Roanoke, Virginia last weekend to attend grandson Camden’s college graduation at Radford University in Radford, Va., I was reminded of other trips.
I did some checking when we got home.
Captive in a Car
In December 1984, my column reviewed a trip to Roanoke to spend Thanksgiving. That trip made me realize that spending 10 hours in a car together could possibly be one of life’s worse fates for four people. Continue reading →