Today is a tough day. Sitting here, bawling like a baby, watching Officer Duarte’s funeral in York, PA. While I was an officer, I was a proud member of the honor guard and attended far too many police funerals. This one hits home.
I just posted this on my personal page and wanted to share it here:
Over the years, I have trained extensively in Indiana and will be returning soon. A gentleman recently commented that at 65, he might be too old to attend training. Here was my response—
Brother,
At 52, I’m officially a member of the OFS (Old Fat Slow) club. Now more than ever, my training is designed to include anyone with a pulse and a willingness to learn. You will be my guest at any and all training I do in Indy. I want to be audited—it keeps me humble and helps me appreciate wisdom.
I stepped away from the crowded tactical training space for eight years and built MCS Dog Training, applying my methodical approach. Since then, I’ve trained over 3,500 dogs and earned 647 Five-Star Reviews—without using commands or treats. I can’t claim to be the best tactical trainer out there, but when it comes to dog training, I have no real competition. It also pays better, and my clients don’t argue with me.
That said, I can confidently state this: I care more about my students and pray for them more than any trainer alive.
- I trained an officer who was shot in the face with birdshot from a .410—he survived and credited my training. Jason, I thank God every day that you came home to your family.
- I trained a bouncer who was later murdered in Baltimore when a scumbag slit his throat with a Spyderco Civilian. I miss your crooked ass smile Tom. RIP
- I trained Air Force personnel who were killed in Iraq when an attacker entered a conference room and shot all eight of them in the head with a US supplied revolver. I trained them just the month before. One pilot complained during my handgun course that he flew a plane and therefor did not need handgun training, even though he was issued and carried one was a waste of time. RIP Lt Colonel Boudrau.
I personally bear the psychological scars of taking a human life in a police-involved shooting. So, I don’t have patience for fanboys, unproven tactics, or theories that can’t be replicated under stress.
Anyone who trains with me—regardless of ability—will receive my full respect, attention, and a learning experience that feels like one-on-one instruction. I pride myself on being a master instructor and refining my craft with every student. There is no better value than the training I provide. Whether you’re law enforcement, military, or an armed citizen, my goal is simple: to make sure you return home—physically and mentally whole—at the end of the day.
What I teach is blood-stained and practical. Afterward, we’ll recline in fellowship, eat, smoke cigars, and thank Jesus for another successful training day.
Be blessed. Be free.
—George
