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The SAS Survivalist: How He Hunted the Police for 18 Days
In the summer of 1982, the British countryside didn’t belong to the public. It didn’t even belong to the police. It belonged to one man. Everyone remembers Raul Mo in the standoff in Rothbury. But 30 years earlier, there was a man who made Mo look like an amateur. While Moat lasted a week, Barry Prudom held out for nearly 20 days, evading over 1,000 officers using literal special forces survival tactics.
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He was a reject of the 23 SAS, an electrician from Leeds who had mastered the art of stay behind operations. He didn’t just hide in the woods, he lived in them. He moved through the dew without leaving a trace and he carried a 22 caliber target pistol with a singular terrifying purpose. For 18 days, Predom led a manhunt from 12 different police forces.
He had turned the peaceful hills of the north into a tactical combat zone. The police were so desperate they had to call in his own former instructor, the man who taught him how to survive just to stand a chance of finding him. This isn’t just a story about the spree killer. It’s a story of a meticulous survivalist who turned elite military training against the very men hunting him.
To understand how one man held off a thousand police, you have to look at his background. Born in Leeds in 1944, Barry Prudon wasn’t your typical street thug. He was an outdoorsman who in 1969 joined the 23 [music] SAS territorial army unit. They specialized in covert surveillance and reconnaissance. Prudom failed the final initiative test.
The army labeled him temperamentally unsuitable. He had the skills but he lacked the discipline. By 1982, after a failed marriage and a string of violent outbursts, that training became a weapon. When police constable David Haye was found dead at Norwood Edge on June 17th, the only clue was a fake name on a clipboard.
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Prudom had already burned his car and vanished. He moved like a ghost. He robbed an elderly woman for just £450, then committed a brutal double shooting in Nottinghamshire, tying his victims at the elbows before pulling the trigger. It was a cold militarystyle execution. He then drove right back into the heart of North Yorkshire into the 8,000 acres of Dolby Forest.
This is where the legend of the Phantom began. When Constable Ken Oliver tried to stop him, Prudam opened fire, hitting the officer in the face and body. Remarkably, Oliver survived, but Prudam disappeared into the treeine. Police raided Prudam’s house and found his Bible, a manual titled No Need to Die by Eddie McGee. This book detailed how to find water, build hidden shelters, and mask your scent from dogs.
600 officers, including 100 snipers, surrounded the forest. They had helicopters and heat-seeking technology, but Prudon was underneath them. He used survival holes to let the police walk right over his head. The North Yorkshire police realized they were outclassed. They called in the man who wrote the manual, Jungle, Eddie McGee.
It became a psychological war between the teacher and the pupil. Prudon began setting false trails, walking backward, circling [music] his own tracks, and moving through water to kill his scent. By July 3rd, Prudon was exhausted. He was starving, his clothes were rotting, and the cordon was tightening. He headed for a house in the village of Molton.
Inside were the Johnson’s. He didn’t break in with a scream. He stepped out of the shadows and told them very politely that he was staying for the night. For 11 hours, Prudam sat with the family. He didn’t mistreat them. He sat down and ate a meal they prepared, a meal he grimly referred to as his last supper. He talked about his SAS training and [music] his hatred for the law.
Brian Johnson later recalled that Prudam even started calling the father of the house dad. It was a bizarre domestic scene in the middle of a national manhunt. At 3:00 in the morning, Prudam tied the Johnson’s up, but he left them enough slack to free themselves. Eventually, he even left them a gift. His US Army paratroopers ring.
He knew the police were listening to the radio. He knew McGee was on his heels. So, he set one final trap. A He laid a heavy trail leading out toward the countryside, then doubled back on his own tracks and [music] crawled into a makeshift bunker. he’d built near the Molton Tennis Club. He was feet away from where the police were coordinating their search.
He was hiding [music] in plain sight. Two hours later, the Johnson’s were free. The largest arsenal ever issued to British police descended on the neighborhood, but the trail was cold. This is where Eddie McGee proved his mastery. While hundreds of officers looked for footprints, McGee looked at the grass. He noticed a slight disturbance in the due near the tennis club.
a patch of green that looked just a shade different than the rest. McGee pointed to a pile of old timber and whispered to the firearms squad, “He’s in there.” The police surrounded the hole and shouted for surrender. Casually move to one side. And I didn’t pay too much attention to it because I was actually looking for tracks and I went forward.
I changed probes like that. I put my hand forward to lift up this probe. And as I put my hand just inside this rough shelter where the wood was, suddenly the foot flew back and the foot hit me on the knee, sent me strolling back. And I jumped up in the air. The officer was over there and I I didn’t shout.
I said, “He’s there.” The silence of the suburbs was shattered by a sudden intense exchange of gunfire. Reports from the time describe a hail of bullets as the police opened fire on the thicket where Pudon was hiding. It wasn’t just a capture. It was a smallcale war in a residential neighborhood. When the smoke cleared, the hunt was over.
But it wasn’t a police bullet that ended Barry Prudam’s life. Realizing there was no escape, the man who had terrorized Northern England for 18 days turned his own Beretta point 22 pistol on himself. He was found with the weapon still in his hand, ending one of the largest and most expensive manhunts in British history.
The Phantom was gone, leaving behind a trail of grief and a permanent scar on the quiet communities of Yorkshire. The Prudom case changed British policing forever, leading to the modernization of armed response units and how we track fugitives today. But for those who lived through those 18 days of summer in 1982, the name Barry Prudom remains a dark chapter that will never truly be forgotten.
When the jury returned, their verdict of suicide was unanimous. As police fired at him, Barry Peter Edwards had been dead. Summing up, coroner Michael Oakley thanked police and public. And he closed with a comment directed at all the families connected with the case. We should not forget, he said, all those who’ve suffered and [music] will continue to suffer after this inquest has been closed.
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