True Stories of Marco's Greatest
Apprehensions and Drug Arrests
"The Bowling Alley"
 It was only weeks later after Marco’s first “catch” that Marco got to prove himself all over
again. I was called out by the  dispatch  that the GIPD had a  possible burglar inside of a local
bowling alley.   The dispatcher  told me a few details  as I lay in bed around 4:30 AM.  All she
knew was that the GIPD believed someone  had been hiding in the Westside Lanes/Huddle  
Lounge and when  confronted by PD officers, he  escaped and was  now outside somewhere.  
So it had quickly changed from a burglar in a building to tracking the suspect with PSD (Police
Service Dog) Marco.      
I wondered if Marco would come through.  Tracking  suspects is  sometimes difficult for Police
Dogs.   Ours weren't trained to sniff for human scent like a bloodhound works.  No,  our
police dogs smelled the ground and sniffed for ground  disturbance odors. In other words the
ground actually smells different  when  someone walks on it  and it’s  not the  human odor.   
The grass  smells different  that is walked on.   The snow  smells different,  the  gravel even  
smells different. But this odor difference doesn't  last forever so I quickly dressed  and sped
off  in my squad car.
 My first squad  as  a PSD  Handler was a 1990 Ford Crown Victoria.  The rear seat  had  
been removed and a dog kennel especially made for police dogs was  in the rear area.  As I
sped to the bowling  alley,  Marco stuck his head  out the opening  right beside my right
shoulder.   Marco was fired-up as he could tell my overhead red  and blue emergency lights
were on as they reflected off everything outside the squad car. Had I turned the siren on,
then Marco would be too riled up. The siren drove Marco crazy. So I only turned that on and
just in short spurts when someone got in my way  as I sped   to the Bowling alley.  Quickly  I
arrived  at the  Westside Lanes alley/lounge.  This bowling alley was only a half block from the
our agencies office. It was located near the west side of Grand Island with businesses to the
east  and south and farm fields to the west.       
 When I arrived I saw four GIPD  units and  one was Pete Kortum.   Pete  was a sergeant for
the Grand Island Police Department and had  called me out the  first  time Marco caught  
someone for the local police agency.  He saw me  turn into the parking lot  and approached
my squad. “We got another one for ya’ Greg.” he said.  “Hope  we can help” I  replied back.   
Pete quickly  briefed me that  in  the middle  of the night an  alarm  had gone off  inside the
bowling alley.   He  said officers arrived and searched  the bowling  alley locating no one and
there was  no sign of entry.   So they figured it was probably just a false alarm. Was this a
false alarm? We would have to see. Pete said that after the officers left the first time locating
no one,  they were soon called back there around 2 AM when the  alarm again sounded.  
Police officers again searched and couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary inside or out of
the bowling alley.     “Around 4 AM, the morning janitor had arrived for work and confronted  
a person inside...this guy  tried to escape  out  the door  but it was locked by the  janitor  to  
make sure  no  one came inside while he was working. “…then  the mope  grabs  a bowling  
ball and  threw it through the glass door.” Pete explained. “The ball smashed through the
door and he got out…then he fled outside and headed towards that large grove of trees (that
was to the north of the bowling alley).” Pete said pointing to the trees.
Pete  explained  this all  to me as I  anxiously  got  Marco out of the squad car.   Marco  was  
as excited as me. It was our first actual “track” of a suspect.   Would Marco be able to locate
the guy? “Stay behind me about fifteen feet away and watch ahead of the dog…don’t watch
the dog.”  I told Pete.  I explained to him  that I needed  him as my second  set of eyes  
because I  was going to be busy  trying  to  watch Marco.  So Pete had to be my backup. He
had to watch for the suspect. Too often backup officers want to watch the police dog. It’s
natural. But the backup needs to be there to save the dog handler’s life. Too often K-9
handlers are shot, stabbed or assaulted as a suspect takes an easy shot at them while the
dog is following the track. We told all the officers to watch for the suspect as we started the
track. “We probably will flush him out to you guys somewhere if he’s still in here. He probably
ain’t but maybe we’ll get lucky” I said.
An officer showed me the last place the suspect was seen. It was easy to know where it was.
The ground was still partially covered with snow so the tall grass had snow in areas and grass
in others. The officer plainly showed me the last footprint of the suspect in the snow. I laid
the thirty foot leash on the ground in front of Marco who was lying still looking around
tentatively. This is the “ritual” of starting the track. The dog knows that he’s supposed to
track the footprints by the seeing the tracking line lying on the ground in front of him. The
“ritual” also consists of talking to Marco using the word “Zook” repeatedly which means
"track" in German.
  I hooked up the long leash to Marco’s collar and when commanded to ‘zook’, Marco took off
in a blaze with his nose to the ground sniffing footprint to footprint. Marco was pulling so
hard on the leash that it takes usually two hands to keep the dog from getting away. I was
also holding onto a flashlight trying to see where we were going in the dark cold air. Marco led
Pete and me into the cedar trees and soon Marco turned left and led us out of the trees,
through a small ditch and onto a gravel road. It was cold as hell and I could see Marco’s
breath in the cold air. He was breathing heavy and pul-ling even harder on the thirty foot
We were now to the northeast of the bowling alley and as soon as we got
to the gravel road partially covered in hard frozen snow and ice, Marco turned
right still with his nose on the ground. His tail was straight up and ‘flagging’
which is the same as wagging except it doesn’t move as much. We were
heading north straight down the gravel road now and after about forty yards
Marco changed directions again taking a hard right turn and headed me and
Pete right back into the grove of cedar trees. He was tracking where this mope
had been foot step for foot step.
  After Marco re-entered the trees we made it about fifty feet or so still
tracking and then I heard this growling and yelling noise. Human yelling. The
leash was now slack and I ran up the leash to the area of all the noise with my
gun and flashlight out soon locating Marco attached to a guys arm. In the
darkness I shone my powerful Mag-lite flashlight on the area. The light danced
through the branches and I could see the struggle. I yelled the commands
“Stand still! Hands up! Plotz!” Marco let go of the guys arm and immediately
laid down. This command I yelled does two things. It tells the bad guy what to
do and ‘Plotz’ tells the dog to release and lay down. This happens all at once
hopefully. Pete moved in towards the guy and quickly handcuffed him. Pete
stood the guy up and brushed snow off him then patted him down for any
weapons. He did'nt have any but while we were tracking for him, we didn’t know
this. We had to consider that he was armed. I kept Marco at bay by holding
onto his leash. Marco was barking repeatedly as if saying, “I got ya, and I bit
ya, and I want ya back.” The guy was escorted out of the trees back to the
gravel road and back to our squad cars in the parking lot.
  All the officers knew we were coming with the suspect and they were waiting near our
squad car’s as we arrived. Smiles were on everyone’s faces as we showed up. I told the
suspect to stop before he got into a PD squad car so I could look at his arm. He had a long
sleeve coat on but I could tell by looking, that Marco had bit him up. The jacket sleeve was
torn and the blood looked almost black in the dark night. I told Pete we needed to take him to
the hospital and I would meet them up there. These were the days before the real AIDS
information that keeps everyone away from blood like it is now. So the suspect was put in the
back of the squad car still bleeding and getting blood on the hard plastic cop car seat. Even in
the parking lot Marco was still fired up. His tail was wagging and he was jumping up and
down. But once we got to the officers in the parking lot, Marco who was still riled-up ran up
to several of them and acted as though he wanted them to scratch his head. He was still just
a dog. He just wanted some attention. All the officers rubbed his head and scratched his ears
and praised him up just as I had after Marco caught the guy.
PSD MARCO service
Oct 1992-June 2001
Greg Goltz