Warning: Spoilers spoken here.
Some of you said Jim, but you weren’t working hard enough. Think Max.
“Alaska’s Mounties,” he repeated, “that was us, the territorial police. TPs, they called us. Weren’t that many of us. I remember figuring once that if you divided the square miles of Alaska by the number of state cops we had back then, each of us was responsible for eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-five square miles.”
That would have been Max’s badge, and here’s what his cruiser would have looked like if he hadn’t been a pilot.
The TPs were only around from 1953 to 1959, when Alaska became a state and the TPs became the Alaska State Troopers. Jim Chopin is a direct descendant of Morris “Max” Maxwell, the heir to a long line of men who were the only law most Alaskan residents ever saw and the only representative of any kind of government. It was a wild and hairy time, and those men became the stuff of legends. Joe Rychetnik was one of them and he wrote a book about his time on the job, Bush Cop. Most of Max’s reminiscences are based on Joe’s.