You can blame the next statement on my ignorance. I feel I live in the "Boise bubble." Meaning, when I think about Boise, I think Greenbelt, floating the river, Boise State games, hiking table rock, boating at Lucky Peak and dinners at Barbacoa. It's clean; it's safe, almost fairytale-ish. We were not in that Boise. During my time on the hunt, my eyes were open to another side of the Treasure Valley. A side where meth is everywhere, men and women set up tents to shoot up late at night. Houses without showers and people scraping by not even making enough to support their family.

Jackie banged on the door. "Hey, I know you're in there." Silence interrupted by the muffled sound of a small dog barking from inside the trailer. My heart rate skyrocketed. If he was in there what was he doing, why wasn't he answering? Another knock, "come out now, you don't want me to kick the door down." After that, we heard a male voice answer "hold on I'm getting dressed; our guy was in there, we had our man.

The door to the trailer slowly opened, and the man came out shirtless. I scanned him from head to toe, finger on my taser trigger. Jackie took control of the situation like a boss. She set the tone telling him if he was cool, we would be cool. He agreed. She explained that we would be taking him in, he missed his court date and wasn't returning calls. While that conversation was going on, I couldn't help but look inside his trailer. It was dark, almost pitch black, the only light coming from the open door. I could see needles, lighters and half used candles inside. How could anyone live like this, I thought to myself. Jackie searched his person for any weapons or drugs. By that time, Alicia had walked over to us. We cuffed him and put him in the back seat of our car.

You don't realize the impact of taking someones freedom until you actually take someone's freedom. All the fantasies I had picturing myself capturing "bad guys" ceased. This was a real human being we had in the back seat, and we were taking him to prison. The man was borderline frail, 150 pounds max. His eyes were sunken into the back of his head, and his hands were pitch black. He kept rubbing his arms as if he was chilly. I could tell Jackie had done this many times because she was asking all the right questions. She brought a sense of calm and assurance to an awkward situation telling him he wasn't going to be in that long and giving advice on how she could still help him.But, I felt like it was going in one ear and out the other. He had excuse after excuse for why he hadn't shown up to court, explanations on why he couldn't contact her. In the end, it didn't matter.

We arrived at ADA county sheriff, took him in and filled out some paperwork. As we were waiting for the officers to show up so we could release him, I looked over at this man, head hanging into his hands. That was the first time I got the feeling he understood the severity of what was happening to him. For me, I got to leave, go back to the radio station, the green belt, Boise State football games, and hikes up table rock. This man was going behind bars when released; his first thought would probably be to get high again, which may ultimately lead to his return to jail. At that moment, I felt for him.

Being a Bounty Hunter was not what I expected. I truly loved every moment of it. It's very freeing, not a regular 9 to 5 office job. You have to know a lot about people and the streets. You see the underbelly of Boise which maybe more "real" than what we live in the "Boise Bubble". I thought you're out there catching bad guys and making money, but that's not the case. The bail-bondsman is out cash if they don't find their guy. Sometimes it can take days if the find him at all. You do put yourself in danger and don't have the backup or support of the Police.

I have a huge amount of respect for the people who do this job. It's not glamorous, but it needs to be done. And I tip my hat to Jackie and Alisia. You two gave me a new life experience, and I appreciate the time you took to teach and explain the ins and outs of your job!