You Can Run but You Can't Hide

You Can Run but You Can't Hide

by Duane "Dog" Chapman

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Duane "Dog" Chapman entertains and inspires millions on Dog the Bounty Hunter, his #1-rated show on A&E--but there is more to his story. From troubled beginnings and tragedy to triumph and transformation, he reveals all for the first time in this no-holds-barred memoir.

Dog spent the first twenty-three years of his life on the wrong side of the law. In You Can Run but You Can't Hide, he offers an inside look at his days as a gang member; his dark years of addiction and abuse; and how serving eighteen months in prison for a murder he didn't commit helped him recommit to his faith. He also shares stories of some of his most dangerous bounty hunts--including his capture of Max Factor heir and convicted rapist Andrew Luster, which made international headlines.

In You Can Run but You Can't Hide, Dog recounts his incredible story, chronicling his journey from his onetime criminal past to the guiding faith that has led him to become one of the most successful bounty hunters in American history. Against all odds, Dog turned his life around and went from ex-con to American icon in the process. This is his story.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781401389536
Publisher: Hachette Books
Publication date: 08/07/2007
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 62,553
File size: 641 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Duane "Dog" Chapman is the famed bounty hunter featured on A&E's Dog the Bounty Hunter reality show. He lives with his wife and children in Hawaii.

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By Duane Chapman


Copyright © 2007 Duane Chapman
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ISBN: 978-1-4013-0368-6

Chapter One


My name is Duane Lee Chapman. My friends call me Dog-Dog the Bounty Hunter. For more than twenty-seven years, I have made a living hunting down more than seven thousand fugitives. I wear that honor as proudly as my shiny silver fugitive-recovery badge that hangs around my neck.

In the old days, there weren't enough lawmen for all the criminals on the loose, so sheriffs posted hefty rewards to capture crooks on the run. Legends of the Wild West, like Wild Bill Hickok, Wyatt Earp, and Billy the Kid, all made their living hunting bounties. Now, I might not be as famous as some of those guys, but I am the greatest bounty hunter who ever lived.

A lot of people think of me as a vigilante. It's true, my recovery tactics are far from conventional, but I rarely fail at finding my man. For me, failure has never been an option. To get attention or be noticed in this world, and believed, loved, and trusted, you had better be extraordinary, especially nowadays. In my life, extraordinary stuff happens all the time.

Bounty hunting is not a game. It's definitely not for the meek or faint of heart. I don't do it to prove I'm a tough bastard or smarter than some other guy. I do it because I have been there. I have been the bad guy. I know firsthand how messed up the system can be. Despite it all, I still believe in truth and justice.

To be certain, bounty hunting isn't your average nine-to-five job. But then, I'm not your average guy. I have had guns pointed in my face so many times I've lost count. I've survived having the trigger pulled more than once or twice. I have been stabbed, scratched, beaten up, and hit with every imaginable (and unimaginable) weapon of choice-chains, boards, tire irons, golf clubs, and crowbars. I've been tossed through windows, pushed through walls, and shoved through doors. Does that make me a tough guy? You bet your ass.

I was born in Denver on February 2, 1953. My parents were Wesley and Barbara Chapman. Mom was half-Chiricahua Apache, which gave her beautiful thick, long, dark hair and a medium skin tone. Her eyes were an expressive chocolate brown that spoke from a stare without ever having to utter a single word. She had a way of looking into you, not just at you. Mom taught me to see people for who they are, not for the color of their skin, their race, or religion. She was a devout Christian who lived her life according to God's word. She instilled those same beliefs in me from the day I was born.

I have always been proud of my Indian heritage. I never once gave a second thought to my mixed background or to how others might see me as being a little different. I've always had a pretty distinguishable look. Hell, it makes me easy to identify in a lineup.

My dad, Wesley, also known as "Flash," had dirty-blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I am built just like him. He wasn't particularly large, though he was remarkably strong and fit. He had the most gigantic hands I ever saw. Dad was a navy welder, serving for many years. Flash earned his nickname boxing welterweight, because he moved with great speed and finesse. His boxing career was rather illustrious: He never lost a fight. Flash was a tough son of a gun-a real scrapper.

From the outside looking in, my childhood was pretty normal. Mom and Dad lived a decent middleclass life in Denver, Colorado. My two sisters, Jolene and Paula, and my younger brother, Mike, and I were not very close growing up. We all played together and probably watched too much of my favorite television programs, like The Lone Ranger, Sky King, and The Green Hornet.

Every summer, I looked forward to joining my mom on her annual trip from Denver to Farmington, New Mexico, down to Sister Jensen's Mission. Even though Sister Jensen's congregation was primarily made up of Navajo from the local reservation, they all loved to hear Mom spread the word of God. She wasn't an ordained preacher, but she was mighty and powerful in her love of the Lord and her unshakable faith. Until the age of twelve, I tagged along as her helper, passing out hymn sheets and collecting tithes.

One of the first life lessons I remember Mom teaching me was that God sees all of us as His children, which makes us all brothers and sisters. Listening to Mom preach gave me a will and inspiration to live the way God intended us to. I wanted to grow up to be just like her-to live a righteous, good, honorable, God-fearing life.

As a young boy, I never knew that other kids didn't get hit by their dads. I thought it was a rite of passage to have my father knock me around. I simply didn't know anything different. I can't recall any long stretch of time in my young life when my dad didn't hit me. He used a special paddle he'd made from some old flooring. Flash whacked me on the back of my legs and bare ass until I was black and blue and so sore I couldn't take another hit. To this day, if I get a sunburn anywhere on my body, it reminds me of my childhood and Flash's beatings. Just thinking of the abuse I endured can make me cry.

As a way to toughen me up, Flash began to teach me the basics of boxing. Although he never hit above the shoulders, I wasn't allowed to show any emotion after he threw a punch. A jab to the ribs, a left hook to the body-whatever came at me, I was expected to take it like a man. But I wasn't a man. I was a young boy looking for love and approval from my father. I was desperate for his affection, so I ignored the pain. Sometimes I even thanked him for it, as if I deserved what he doled out.

Because of my religious upbringing, I thought my dad was punishing me for being a terrible sinner. Until very recently, I never understood that none of his abuse was my fault. I just thought that was how all dads treated their sons, and yet I swore that I would never beat my kids. I wanted the Chapman family abuse cycle to die with Flash.

I was eleven years old when I first saw the movie The Yearling. I was very confused by the father's reaction to his son when he told him he'd done something bad. The young boy's father hugged his son and told him he loved him for being so honest. If I went to Flash to confess I'd messed up, all I got was the paddle or the back side of his very large hand against my cheek. I wanted the father from The Yearling, so the next time I screwed up, I told my dad. Instead of praising me, Flash hit me harder than ever. I was so upset I ran away from home. I rode my bicycle all the way to Fort Morgan, fifty-eight miles from our house in Denver. I would have gone farther, but I was too hungry and tired. I called my mom's dad, Grandpa Mike, to come get me. I never told him why I ran away. If I ratted on Flash, Grandpa would have killed him.

On the weekends when I wasn't at church with Mom, Flash and Grandpa Mike taught me how to hunt and fish. Living in Colorado gave them a lot of options to show me the ropes. I was pretty good in the woods. I loved to camp out, make meals over an open fire, and listen to their old hunting stories.

Flash made a sport out of finding new and undiscovered spots to hunt. He always made me feel like we were great explorers on a mission, going places, discovering secret locations no one else knew about. It was fun for a little kid. Flash was a survivalist. His navy training taught him how to make any situation work. His instincts in the great outdoors were the finest any son could ask for when learning to hunt. He showed me how to track everything from deer to fox, pheasants to ducks.

Flash and Grandpa Mike always made us hike to our locations. They were afraid we might get shot by some drunken hunters if we rode on horseback. We never took dogs. I was the dog. It was my job to figure our course.

I spent the first twenty-three years of my life on the wrong side of the law. For most of my childhood, I ran with gangs and bikers. The only thing I knew about the law was a thousand ways to break it. I got pretty good at that. It took a murder-one conviction to make me decide to change my life from committing crime to fighting it. It might seem strange that a man with my criminal past is so passionately concerned with what happens to the victims of crime. I have been misjudged, misinterpreted, and misunderstood for most of my life. I have spent the last twenty-seven years trying to be one of the good guys. I love God, my wife, my children, and my career. In spite of those efforts to be seen as a moral man of virtue, I am still viewed as an ex-con, a criminal, a killer. I am many things, including those just mentioned. Put it all together and you will see: I am Dog.

Chapter Two


I've always identified myself as being part Indian, but the truth is, I'm not really sure about my heritage. Whenever I pushed the issue, my mom and dad skirted it, as if to say they didn't really want me to know the truth about who my real father might be. I'm not saying Flash wasn't my biological dad; he might have been. I think a lot of kids fantasize that their dad is really someone else, especially kids who grow up in abusive homes, like I did.

Here's what I know for certain: I have a natural affinity for Indian culture, customs, music, and designs. I can spot an Apache or Chiricahua woven rug a mile away. A few years back, I was in a shop in San Diego talking to four or five elderly Indian women. They asked if I had Native American in my blood.

"No. I've got Indian in my blood." I was emphatic.

"Us too!" They all let out a laugh. We'd been talking for a few minutes, when one of the oldest women turned to me and said, "If I believed in reincarnation, there's old stories about you, boy."

I wanted to tell her what she already knew. Before I could say anything, she placed her forefinger up to her lips as if to say, "Do not speak."

When I played cowboys and Indians with the other kids in the neighborhood, I never wanted to be a cowboy. My dad bought me a Western hat and six-guns to wear in a holster, but I only wanted a feather in my hair. I wasn't no damn cowboy. No way! I was an Indian. I used to tell my buddies, "No bullet could ever hurt me, because I am on a mission." They'd just laugh and pull the trigger on their toy pistols.

My great-grandmother's maiden name was Cochise. When I was a boy, she spent hours telling me stories of a courageous Indian leader named Cochise. He was born in Arizona and led the Chiricahua band of the Apache tribe during a very violent time in American history. Cochise was five feet nine inches tall and weighed 170 pounds, a broad-shouldered, powerfully built man who carried himself with dignity. He was gentle in nature but was capable of extreme cruelty in warfare. He was a born survivor who was intelligent and sensitive. He was a peaceful man who believed in justice and the law.

His troubles began when the United States government was trying to take control of what we now know as Arizona and New Mexico, territory that at the time, 1861, belonged to his tribe. Cochise was falsely imprisoned on charges of kidnapping a white child. He beat the charges and settled on his reservation, where he died a peaceful death in 1874.

Now, I know what you're thinking. It sounds familiar, right?

I've always felt connected to Cochise in ways I cannot explain. I have visions of his life as if it were my own. To this day, when there is a full moon, I will walk outside and give praise to the Lord. Sometimes I begin to chant in an ancient tribal way. No one ever taught it to me. I just knew. Once an Indian chief told me I was giving praise to the Great Spirit. He kept saying, "You're the one!" I felt like the guy from The Matrix, a man chosen to lead millions.

When I was a kid, I got picked on a lot because my mother was part Apache. Where I grew up, being a half-white boy who always carried a Bible made me a minority, but being part Indian made me a target. From my first week in the seventh grade, I can't remember a single day I didn't hear other kids call me names like "half-breed," "dirty redskin boy," and "Injun." Listening to those kids made my skin crawl. A mighty rush of blood consumed every inch of my body each time those kids taunted or teased me. Sometimes I felt angry, other times ashamed. I knew I didn't have anything to feel bad about, but it wasn't easy to take.

By the seventh grade, I was fighting the Latinos for my pride on a pretty regular basis. I could always sense when they were behind me. There were five older kids who acted more like men than boys. There was no mistaking the sound of their leather boots clicking on the sidewalk. The gang leader was named Beau Rodriguez. He was the toughest kid at school. That's a pretty big statement, because Rishel Junior High was filled with punks and badasses, each trying to prove he was the toughest.

One day, on my way to school, I found myself surrounded by Beau and his gang. I was walking through a deserted parking lot when the guys snuck up from behind. They were all carrying rubber hoses. I imagined I was in for a real beating, because it was five against one.

Flash had been teaching me how to fight. He and I practiced boxing a couple of days a week. I was pretty good. I would have taken on any of these guys one at a time and probably beat him. I knew I didn't have a prayer of surviving against all five. The only solution I could think of was God.

I pulled my Bible from the inside pocket of my coat, held it up, and said, "You are sinners. The Lord doesn't want you to do this. The Bible says to be kind to your fellow man!"

Beau and the boys started laughing their asses off. I thought I was off the hook until Beau took his hose and used it like a whip to send my Bible flying across the parking lot. These boys weren't messing around. I crouched down, clutched my fingers together behind my neck, and waited for the brutal beating to end. When they stopped, I pulled my bloody, torn body across the parking lot toward my Bible for whatever protection it might still offer.

My mother was a deeply religious woman who always told me the Lord would protect me. My attempt to move signaled Beau and his gang to start the whooping all over again, only this time they hit me harder.

My will was stronger than theirs. I kept crawling, scratching my nails against the pavement. One of the boys noticed that my Bible was just outside my reach. He ran over, grabbed it, and ripped my precious book in half, tossing one part across the parking lot and the other at my feet.

I thought about God as I lay on the dirty asphalt that morning. Beau and his boys were through with me, but I wasn't done with them. I lost my will to love and forgive that day. I was mad as hell. Where was God? Why didn't He protect me?

I had taken plenty of beatings from Flash. I was used to taking his punches. Somehow this felt different. It made me angry and vengeful.

I wanted to run after those boys and clobber each one. I wanted to get up and hurt those bastards, but my body couldn't move. I watched them walk away, taking pleasure and pride in the damage they had done. My wounds were deep, far beyond the cuts and bruises I suffered at their hands. My heart hardened that day. I remember it well, because it took many years to learn to open it back up. I cried for hours. I was hurt in every way.

By midafternoon, I finally realized I could cry no more. I didn't want to shed another tear for Beau Rodriguez, for hatred, for my heritage, or my wounded pride. I could barely make it to my feet, let alone take the long walk to school. I tried to hold back my tears, but they kept coming, like a spout that couldn't be turned off.

When I got to school, I went straight to the vice principal's office. I sat there, recounting the details of what happened in the parking lot. My nose was bleeding, my clothes were ripped, and I had deep cuts and bruises from head to toe. He listened silently. He didn't respond to anything I was saying.

He looked at me as if I were an alien who had just landed from another planet. He didn't believe a single word of my story. In fact, he was completely dismissive. My already growing anger was now a volcano on the verge of eruption. I may not have been a model student; I surely know I wasn't an angel. But his denial of my beating was as abusive as the event itself. My world was instantly turned upside down. For the first time in my life, an adult was accusing me of being a liar. The vice principal excused me and sent me off to class.


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You Can Run but You Can't Hide 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 73 reviews.
Hawks1800 More than 1 year ago
I watch Dog the Bonty hunter on A&E and I like his show. This book should be good for everyone.
bookclubmember More than 1 year ago
We watch The Bounty Hunter on TV, so we were not surprised by much in this book. It seems to run true to the personaluty of the characters we see in action. At first, I did not like Duane as he discloses his sexual biker stories, but reality is exposed throughout this book. The book and the reality show are consistent. I hope Dog, Beth, and the others depicted are as religious as portrayed. If so, this book could be inspriational. Easy to read.
cmw70 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, I have always wondered what gave dog the ambition to get into bounty hunting. Very interesting story about his life and the circumstances that led him into bounty hunting. The book also tells about his family, how many kids he has and also how him and Beth got together. And wow what a life he has led so far!!
okie_bookworm16 More than 1 year ago
Duane "Dog" Chapman tells the interesting story of his life in this book. He tells of his hard childhood and teen years up to his false charges that send him to prison. I enjoyed the book and it was amazing to hear how he turned his life around and leaned on God through it all. I don't recommend this book be read by young children.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I Love This Book ! Everyone Should Read It It's One Of Those Books U Can't Put Down ! Especially During The Andrew Luster Part ! God Bless Dog
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have allways been a dog fan since the first time I watched his show,he has shown that you can make mistakes pick up your life and start over again. I want and e to bring his show back. I know him making the racial remark was wrong but if you go out in public you will hear people saing that word to each other aLL THE TIME long live the dog and good luck in the future.I would like to see beth write a book too
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book was great! I was inspired and suprised at the same time. This book will keep you engaged to the point that you will lose sleep.
Shorty-basketball More than 1 year ago
If it wasn't for him or the book or other things. I have no clue where I would be know. I was most def on the wrong path. I'm still working on it. But I pretty much figured everything about him off of his t.v. show. But I loved reading his book. His intenst times,hard time,and most def his change in his life. If he can change his live so can every one else. This has made me relize that the biggest and tuffest looking people are sometimes the softest people. Do not judge people by how big their muscle are's :). Not only have learned from him,but I also learned alot things off a t.v. shows like that. I really want to pursue career in criminal justice, but I haven't chosen one. But I want to read his next book, where mercy is shown, mercy is given. I'm 17. I've done alot of things,and seen. But I have learned a lot from him,and other shows. I didn't get this book off of here. But I'm glad I got it.
rev81il More than 1 year ago
What can happen to someone that has a goal and strives to achieve, even though there were pitfalls that he caused by the way he lived his early life. I think that this is a book that sould be required for yound readers who are a threat to follow this type of path.
SBoos_writer More than 1 year ago
Duane "Dog" Chapman is one hell of a man. Seriously. He's been to hell and back -- and more than once. From a prison cell for murder to drug addiction to the theft of his business and then the threat of more prison time (this time for something totally unjust that happened in Mexico), this is a guy who learned that he had a destiny... and refused to let anyone steal it from him. Beyond this, I can't let myself ruin this book for you.

In my lifetime (and as a writer), I've read hundreds of books, and only a select few have left such a profound mark on me. There's so much junk out there in print. This book -- this living testimony -- is actually worth your time, and you do yourself a disservice if you blow it off. You can't possibly be the same after reading it. It's not only an eye-opener -- it's a soul-opener.

I will say this: The Dog is that perfect example of where perseverence and faith will lead you, once you grab hold of them. He is a real example of how our Creator intended us to be -- loving stewards to the unlovable. He is honest, real, and not afraid to be human. This backward, wretched world needs more men like the Dog.
Guest More than 1 year ago
You can run but you can't hide is the best book I EVER read
Guest More than 1 year ago
I usually dont have time to read......but I actually sat down and read this book from beginnig to end...You just cant put it down till you finish it. Awesome book!!!!!! I love the my copy autographed at a book signing....talked with him and Beth....they are great people. Love ya Dog ........god has a plan for us all......
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book in 2 days! It was great! I too thought I knew this man, I knew nothing until I read his story. What a complete turn around he made in his life. This book is candid & honest. I found his faith inspiring to me. This book really spoke to me. He & Beth both struggled but they changed their lives. I like it when he says 'we are second chance people.' Everyone deserves one-look how this man made the most of his. I also liked how he is unafraid to talk about his faith. God bless the Chapman family.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this book down. It only took me 2 days to read it. Being in a l2 step program myself, I admire Dog's honesty and determination to do whatever it takes to walk the right path of life. I love the TV show and the book verifies everything he says and does is true.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book is the best in the world. i was a convict and i did not know how to read before this book. i love dogs ssssstuggle in life and the inspiring story that he tells helps me through the hard times in the streets.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I didn't know anything about Duane 'Dog' Chapman before I read this book--I just thought it looked interesting, and boy, was it ever! I couldn't put it down, and finished it in two nights! I felt inspired by how he changed his life around for the better, and truly believe in his cause! I highly recommend it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
just great reading!! could not put it down..make sure you have nothing urgent to do as you will stay up until the wee hours of the morning..thanks Dog and love love this book!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have to admit I was a little skeptical of reading a book by Dog the Bounty Hunter. However, I took a chance and it exceeded my expectations. Dog's book was extremely honest without being over the top. Dog has made many mistakes in his life, but his journey back to the right side of the law despite an abusive father, gang affiliations, drug use, a murder conviction, and a host of other tradgedies and injustices while still clinging to his faith was a story I could not turn away from. If you watch his TV show, Dog doesn't always look like the sharpest tool in the shed, but after reading his book, I can tell he poured his heart and his soul into every page. The book is about 320 pages long, but the short chapters help keep things moving along. I finished this book in a week, but if life hadn't gotten in the way, I probably could have finished it in a day. I was very impressed and recommend this book to anyone. It's a definite 'must read'.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I admit that I'm a fan of the Dog. Dog the Bounty Hunter is on my viewing schedule every week. Because of this I already knew a lot about Duane Lee Chapman, and the rest of the Chapman family, and I didn't think this book could tell me anything new. I was so wrong. Mr. Chapman is as honest in the book as I've gotten use to seeing on his show. He has a moral code that (at first) surprises his viewers, and his book from beginning to end tells the reader how his hard start in life built his need for the moral right, and why he's not afraid to push others to see his view. 'Push' isn't the right word, 'convince with passion' is better. Dog has the strength to be and do the things he finds to be right, to catch those who are hurting others, but then he has the ability to talk them into trying to find some spark of that strength within themselves. You Can Run But You Can't Hide isn't an ad for the TV show, instead its a lesson in life, one that you don't have to experience the hurt and pitfalls first hand, but you can see how one man overcame abuse, drugs, gangland life, and prison. Duane Lee Chapman is telling every man, woman, and, especially, child that their lives mean something to someone. Reviewed by Wanda C. Keesey
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best non fictional books I have ever read. Duane 'Dog' Chapman is an inspiration to anyone who wants to turn their life around. When I finished his book I felt like I knew him and his lovely family on a personal level. He is a hero and the world's greatest bounty hunter! God Bless him and his cause.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is a story of overcoming bad decisions which some parts I found positive. However in his early days Dog paints himself too falsely. I doubt any motorcycle gang would put up with his attitude so easily. I also can’t imagine a biker selling his Harley to hitch hike to another state to join their gang. I felt like I was reading the book Million Tiny Pieces which the author self inflated himself. It’s also sad that most of his children went to jail but he did not help them overcome their poor decisions. Their reality show allowed them to become rich and live a lavish lifestyle. I’m sorry I bought this book to enable that instead of the humble person he thinks he is.
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I am at taco bell and i am having such fun the staff here are so funny. On saturday @ 5:00 pm i have an interview with the hiring boss. So that is going to be so much fun
NookLoverMM More than 1 year ago
Just finished "You can Run, but You Can't Hide" and "Where Mercy is Shown, Mercy is Given". Both books on the life of Duane "Dog" Chapman. For those unfamiliar, Dog is a bounty hunter, with bases in Denver and Hawaii. He also has a reality TV show where the cameras follow his "family" on the "hunt". A & E carried the first six seasons and now CMT has picked them up. Both books were fantastic, rather you have seen the shows or not. Really made me appreciate his life and what he does for a living. He and his wife are catalysts in pushing for regulation for the industry, which I believe it needs. Great books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not sure if this book is for everyone. Dog's colorful past was hard to read at times. I am surprised at how many times he was at the bottom of the barrel on drugs that he managed to pull himself out. Not sure of his liberal interpretation of God, and certaintly he is blessed with a wisdom higher than his. Confused as heck about the trip to Mexico and the charges. You would have thought going international to get a giy you would have all i-s dotted and t-s crossed. Do not follow the political interest with Dog on this at all. Colorful reading for sure.