Sergeant Cory Blake Wride, Utah County Sheriff's Office, Utah

Sergeant Cory Blake Wride

Utah County Sheriff's Office, Utah

End of Watch Thursday, January 30, 2014

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Cory Blake Wride

Sergeant Cory Wride was shot and killed from ambush while checking on what he believed was an abandoned vehicle on Highway 73, near Eagle Mountain.

A subject near the scene opened fire with a high-powered rifle, fatally wounding Sergeant Wride before he was able to exit his patrol car. Sergeant Wride had given dispatchers a description of the car before he was shot and another deputy spotted it a short time later.

The driver of the suspect vehicle led the deputy on a pursuit and the occupant opened fire on him, striking him in the head, and then continued to flee. He then carjacked another vehicle in the Nephi area. He again continued to flee until crashing on I-15 after encountering Juab County deputies. He was critically wounded after engaging the deputies in a shootout and later died of his wounds.

The subject's 17-year-old girlfriend was arrested following the pursuit. She was charged as an adult with aggravated murder and several other charges. On July 8, 2015, she was convicted of murder and sentenced to 30 years to life with the possibility of parole. The earliest she can be released is 2044.

Sergeant Wride was a Utah National Guard veteran and had served with the Utah County Sheriff's Office for 19 years. He is survived by his wife and five children, and is buried in Spanish Fork City Cemetery at Spanish Fork, Utah.

Bio

Age 44
Tour 19 years
Badge 1J150
Military Veteran

Incident Details

Cause Gunfire
Weapon Rifle
Offender Shot and killed

ambush

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11 years… I can’t believe how time can move so painfully slow and yet fly by all at once. Life is just a collection of experiences and memories, and every so often, one comes along that burns itself into your mind with perfect clarity.

People told me losing my dad wouldn’t be something I’d ever “get over”—just something I’d learn to live with. Like some guy lined my whole family up, shoulder to shoulder, and decked us all in the face. Same hit, same pain, but we all handled it differently. And we were all justified in how we did.

So much has changed. The farm is gone. Everyone has moved away. Kylie—the youngest—is about to have her first baby. We’re just a shell of what we used to be, but at the same time, we’ve built so much more. We have our own lives, our own families, and they’re anything but a shell.

You are missed. Talked about. Remembered. Loved. The mark you left isn’t going anywhere. My kids walk up to every officer they see, say hi, and tell them about their grandpa. My youngest carries your name, and he’s always so happy to tell anyone who will listen where it came from. Every year, I tell my students about you—your story, your impact. It will live on.

Thank you for everything—the lessons, the example, the love, the memories. You left your mark, and we’re still carrying it. Till we meet again. Love you!

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January 29, 2025