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Arrest Stories & Close Calls

i was bust september last year. i will be pleading guilt to 2 charges..production and possession. will be next wednesday....
some weeks before my bust, i heard of a guy, lives less than 200yds from me, 82 years old, he's been growing mj for many years. the story. next doors cat got itself locked in his garage, the lady goes look for her cat, hears it in the garage. she knows he is in, cos his car is outside. she knocks on his door, no answer, she becomes concerned for him, thinking he is 82 years old, could be ill. she phones the police. they bang on his door very loud, no answer, so they bust in. woe and behold, guy is just stoned, crashed out on his bed, but they see his growroom, very expensive set up, 20 plants. i assume he was charged with intent to supply, then found guilty. the magistrates can only impose a 3 months sentence, so they have refered him to crown court.
so here we are in england, cheshire on the banks of the river mersey. waiting for 4th march, to see if our fine judicial system is gonna jail an 82 year old guy for growing fine marijuana...
 
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Hey kushmans I laughed out loud when I read "Were all standing there in horrible fear and this one cop, must not have known how to load an m-16 and drops a clip on the floor out of the gun.....we all start laughing, including the cops."
 

buckeye-leaf

cannabis enthusiast
Veteran
Oh man the bad memories. Heres my bust story. I was 19 and had just graduated high school and everything seemed great. Well me and my friend had been selling quality bud for about 2 years to our close friends and a few relatives, each of us selling about a lb every week making a lot of cash at one time both of us together had over $20,000 for 19 year olds thats a hell of a lot. Our first connection gave out but his friend decided he would keep hooking us up. Well lets get to the bust...my friend had been selling to a man who we knew all our lives and his "uncle" wanted to buy a lb so my friend said ok good i got it. He brought his "uncle" over and all of us smoked some buds and my friend hooked him up with the lb and they went their way. About a week later i picked up 8lbs at our dealer and headed to my friends house to give him his share he looked through each of them and took the 2 that he wanted which left me with 6 left plenty for a while. We are just sitting there talking and our buddy we knew called and said his "uncle" needed another elbow so my friend says ok im on. About 30 minutes later what happens tears me apart every time i think of it, my buddy sells his "uncle" the lb and he pulls out a badge saying im police and we see cops through the windows and then cops pulling into the yard and hurrying to the door i was so devastated they pull guns on us and raid the house while we sit there cussing them all. I had 6lbs in a duffle bag which i used for skiing in pennsylvania and it had a flight ticket on the handles they thought it was shipped by airplane which i was laughing my ass off. the police take us to jail i was being held on (2) felony 2's 1 for posession of more than 1,000 grams of bud and 1 for 10 hits of acid. my friend was held on (3) felony 3's 2 for trafficking more than 250 grams and 1 for having scales baggies and such i forget the real charge. we get bailed out and everything, a year later i get sentenced to 2 years in state prison and he gets 60 days in jail and 5 years probation. we both did our time and changed our lives dramatically for the best no more dealing or even talking about it we both had our felonies expunged after a few years later. well that was about 13 years ago, to this day me and my buddy are the most closest friends in the world and it seems that day made us really bond together to this day when were drinking or smoking we always talk a lil about it and how we were so crazy then and how times change, now theres young folks in the same shoes we were in. i promised myself when i got out of prison i would never EVER sell any just personal use and to this day i have kep myself to that promise i will never jeopardize my freedom again selling bud.

buckeye-leaf
 
"so here we are in england, cheshire on the banks of the river mersey. waiting for 4th march, to see if our fine judicial system is gonna jail an 82 year old guy for growing fine marijuana..."

82 and growing, bless his soul, i hope the judge has the common sense to throw it out.
 
not gonna throw out. i expect him to recieve a suspened sentence. he's already been convicted, judge has to sentence him...

i have been turned over 6 times in my home, busted 5 times, found nothing the other. was turned over twice in the street.
first time i was raided. we were scoring out of town that day, mate calls at my house, i went to the phone box to call the man, was 9.30am, was told he wont be back untill lunchtime. we sat talking in my house, we were out of pot so no smoking. my door was open, the police just walked in, not pleasant bein raided, but ok when you know your not gonna get bust. no arrest, police went away, me and my mate went to score...
another night i went on my own, out of town, got myself some honey oil, and very nice pollen. when i arrived back in my town, i turned a corner, see a car parked with 2 guys sat inside. as i passed it gunned into life, my bad feeling turned into the realisation i'm about to be bust, i turned into the car park where my mates are waiting to share the ganja, only one way in or out, it came into my thoughts, if i drive along the fence 20yds away, he would be on my blind side as i turned into the fence, it worked, i dropped the gear out the quarter light window. they stripped me on the car park, make me strip down to underware, i could see the parcel with ganja in as they searched me, they found nothing had to let me go. we shared the ganja after they went..
the next time was 1981, i had a 16oz bag of lebanese gold, plus a 16oz bag of nigerian bud, various bags of, afgani black, the bud and the leb weighed out. they banged on the door, i was naked, got my wife to go and bring me the big bags, i stood on an ali-babi clothes bascet, fell of, managed get back up again, the police are shouting, i threw the bags into the attic, as far as i could, i put jeans on, ran down stairs, picked the smaller parcels up, just stuffed then in the middle of a neat pile of dry wahed clothes, they looked in the attic, no torch, never looked inside dry washing. found half gramm in my car, and a gramm of speed, £100 fine each offence..i been bust 4 times in the last 13 years, but thats another story..
 
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Last winter a Detroit house got an attic fire going under the roof. The neighbors called the fire dept, then went and banged on the door to tell the 79 year old guy who lived there his house was on fire. He went out and looked at it, saw the smoke rising from the roof, went back in. Came out a minute or 2 later all dressed up with an attache case, got into his brand new luxery car and drove away, never to be seen or heard from again.

When the fire dept got there and went in, they found that every room in the house had plants growing in it under HID's. An HID in the attic had fallen over and started the fire. LEO got many pounds of bud and hundreds of plants, but the old guy was gone for good.

I am keeping those colas crossed for you friend Cabby. For the old guy too. :D


peace
 
I was at college and were living in the dorms back in 2001. I was eager to grow my own smoke, so I started 3 plants in my closet. Everything was good great until about 4 weeks into the process. And I get a knock on the door. Without thinking, I didnt even look through my peep hole to see who is was. I just opened the door, and there was the head of the Dorms(Director Assisted) with another (RA) Resisent Assisted). I was in shock and asked what they needed. I guess one of my roommates friends turned me in. Long story short.....I got nothing...thank god.....Im just glad I was friends with the president...
 
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DONT GET BUSTED IN MEXICO TRUST ME!!! IT IS DANGER ON SO MANY LEVELS

IF IN DOUBT RUN ACROSS THE BOARDER!! well the stripper/whores arnt bad..lol
 

HeresTheDank

Active member
Haha, in TJ i was going down revolucion already all hammered n this dude was trying to get my in his club.. but i didnt want to drink so he offered food n isaid i wasnt hungry so he offered me a joint haha...i declined the offer though i didnt even want to see the dirt he was smoking let alone get drugs down there because im sure around the corner id be paying a federali 20 bucks to let me on my way..the strippers down in mexico really arent bad! haha
 

Delta9-THC

from the mists and the shadows .... there you wil
Veteran
Ok heres a couple ...
I was smoking a spliff on the way to college ... at about 8am ... waiting for the bus.
I was standing in the park just a little away from the bus stop but so I could see it...
then I look behind me and across the park there are 2 police (uniformed) walking across to me... I drop the spliff and stand on it ... :( and blow out quickly ...lol
but I still had about an 1/8 on me ....
I hoped they were on patrol and didn't care/notice... but they walked right up next to me ... with me just not looking at them .... he he he
then one says "Excuse me sir ..... have you got anything on you that you shouldnt?"
I thought its best to give it up and hope they go light ... (when I have hidden it its always an extra risk and definate police cell visit!)
well light they did go ...... wasted about 1 hour waiting with them and telling them details..!!!
but eventually out of the blue one said " go on give him his stuff back . the other one gave me everything except my rizla and ganj!.. " "and the rest!" the first one said ...
to which the other one had to be persuaded ... but I got off with no warning or anything....

just late for college!

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This ones more of a warning to all purchasers ... especially larger amounts....
we were looking for someone to get a friend a 9-bar and it took a while of asking a few people but then my other friend had an I dea and went saw his EX... (this is IMO where he went wrong!)

anyway ... it happened that she could get hold of it ,,,, that she'd ring in an hour and arrange the meet..

so we wait and she says ... ok Im coming in a car you just hop in and then I'll drop you off...
My friend with the cash ...obviously went ..It was mainly for him.... and the guy whos Ex it was ... I thought thats better than me and someone else,... anyway ..
It turned out ok and about 4 of us were in my house ....
smoking a reef ... when the other people got the door (this is a shared house and that) so I here who ever's at the door say "is he in ..." and my housemate says "yeh their upstairs..."
I hear people coming up and go to the door of my room .... i come out and say "yeh mate ???" they again say "is he here?" I assumed they were talking about my friend / or that he'd arranged a sale... anyway I say yes and point to the door I came out of ..... I go off to the toilet... All of a sudden I hear shouting and load of noise ... I was like "WHAT THE FUCK" :)
went back towards my room and see the 2 guys being pushed out the door and then trying to kick my door in... I thought FUCK ... but (un)luckily the stairs were being re-done and there were weapons everywhere....
I picked up a hammer and put it in my pocket ... they hadn't even seen me .... (I should've murdered them then) :((

anyway I shout at em "what the fuck are you doing ..." threy both stopped a little stunned ... and I start walking towards them quite calmly ....~no menace I was too fuckin annoyed to play games...
They both grabbed pieces of wood that were for the stairs and neither (even tho they didn't know I had a hammer) came towards me they were trying to make the other one move first! :)
so I carried on walking slowly and tried to be calm .... they kindof backed down the stairs and then tried to stay just inside my front door (like they weren't moving) .... One says "you try and shut this door mate and I'll smash it!" .... the other one was kinda wanting to leave I could tell ...
he said "whats that in your pocket???" and all I said was "a Hammer" .... he said "we'll be back ....." and run ..... lol
the other turned to see his mate and then just run aswell ... FUCKIN BASTARD

They were lucky I wasn't in a bad mood or just lost it ...
PEACE
 

bloodshot

Member
Well my first time I got caught high I was 14, its when I first found my love for growing.

Well see I was 14 my friend got me "hooked" on weed, I wasn't addicted (I know this because I quit for the december because relatives came in) but I loved it. Anyway after two months I ran out of money so me and my friend decided to grow. My parents never came in my room so we said i'd do the growing and he'd buy the supplies(since I was broke) and split the harvest 50/50.

Well so what happened one night in Febuary(before valentines) I got so baked and smoked a 1 gram joint in my room(after I was already so high) and knew there would be too much smoke. So my parents were out but it had to my clean when they got home, so I was blowing smoke out the window...little did I know they were coming home early. So what happened was they saw the smoke out my window...

As soon as I heard the door open I knew I was fucked, I put the joint out and ran into my bathroom (plants were in a cubby/under the sink) to hide the stuff. They charged upstairs and caught me trying to move my lights (I shoulda went into bed pretended I was sleeping, but I was so stoned and so young.) Well that night they caught me.

Not really an arrest...
 

Butte

Active member
Veteran
Colorado Close Call...

Colorado Close Call...

Good thread.

I’ve got one...

Colorado, Early-90’s I had the equipment, but, back then, quality genetics were pretty difficult to come by. Just so happened I had a ‘friend’ that had a killer strain that would do just fine. So, my girl (now wife), me and him all get a place way up in the hills outside Boulder to pull an op’. 2kw on a Sun Circle, CO2 and a homemade Aero-flo set us up nicely in the 12’ x 13’ room and was considered pretty cutting-edge back then. We had 100 plants in the flowering room and another 150 in veg for the next round. Our first crops had been the best either of us had ever grown both in quality and quantity. In the house were pounds of herb and thousands in cash.
Unfortunately, my ‘partner’ got too greedy and decided to start another operation down in town. Of course, I didn’t know about this op’ until too late. Seems one day he goes down to the other op’ (in his own vehicle), and finds the locks changed. Instead of the about-face he should have done, though, he walks around the house peering in the windows to find his equipment and plants gone; the cover on the window of the grow room taken down and bare floor visible. So, what does this genius do? He gets back in his car and drives straight to our operation! Needless to say, I wasn’t about to go down with that kind of plant count back then and the conversation went a little like this:

“I think you guys should sit down.” (him)

“Why? What’s up?” (me)

“Well, I had this operation down in town and it got cleaned out.”

“’Cleaned out’? ‘Cleaned out’ how?”

“I don’t know. Could have been the landlord…”

“OK. You’ve got an hour to get all your shit and get the fuck out of here before I take this shovel to your face. (I had a bit more of a temper back then)”

We broke down the system into two complete systems (which I passed on to other folks), destroyed all the plants and had left the state all within 72 hours. Didn’t tell anyone what had happened or where we were going; just started over. Nothing ever came of it, but my freedom is just too damn valuable to be gambling with.

Lessons learned? Never have a partner you’re not sleeping with, live in the best state possible if you must grow, keep your plant counts reasonable for your situation, and, never, ever tell anyone.

- Butte
 

nosmoke

New member
Long ago and far away...

Long ago and far away...

my girlfriend, a friend of hers, and I went to see Janis at a concert in Albuquerque. 1968-69, WOW! Anyway, the acoustics in Albuquerque's Civic Auditorium were terrible. We were close to the stage but her friend was sitting somewhere else. My girlfriend was feeling sorta sick so we decided to leave. The cop at the door smirked when he opened the door for us... "didn't like it, huh?" Made his day I'm sure. Nevertheless we went out to sit on the lawn until the concert was over. Soon a bucnh of cops started making people leave the lawn area but we showed them our ticket stubs and they let us sit there to wait for the end of the concert. When it did end the cops formed a line and began to sweep the lawn again. When I got up I was smoking a cigarette. I cupped it in my hand as I jumped down to the sidewalk from the elevated lawn (about 3 feet). As soon as I landed I felt this iron grip on my shoulder and I was spun around rather quickly. "What are you smoking" the cop said. I said, "Hey man, its just a fucking Marlboro." He grabbed it tossed it on the ground and pushed me away. The other cop was walking around and around my girlfriend (a real looker, she was wearing this floppy, wide brimmed leather hat). The one cop says to the other, "I think we have a Jolie here." They asked her what she had been smoking. "Nothing", she said. Boy, she was turning on the sexy charm like I had never seen before! The cops circled her and one said, "Well, it's just a misdemeanor, and if you get out of here right now we won't book you." We left. I didn't know if she was holding and she didn't know if I was. What really makes the story complete is the fact that we hadn't smoked any pot that night at all! But, she was on something called MDA and I was tripping on a little acid! :yoinks:
 
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Bongs

New member
When i was a little kid going to school I had a friend who's father grew on a large scale, so large my friend was able to steal alot without being noticed.
On one day I had organised to swap him a gram of hash for a big bag of buds. On that day lots of little stupid mistakes led to him, myself and about 5 others being busted.
First thing that went wrong was my friend missed his bus and picked up by a police car that was going to call the bus and get it to wait. While my friend was sitting in the police car the buds in his bag (being fresh picked only minutes before) started releasing copious amounts of that un-mistakable aroma into the confined police car. Instead of being taken to the bus he was taken to the station were the police found 4oz.
Obviously the police rang the school, let them know what happened and at lunch time that day about 20 people, including myself, were dragged into the office to be searched. My hash was found, and a few other people had buds and/or pipes.
I was expelled from that school, and given a police warning.
3 other kids were expelled, 1 was suspended for 6 weeks
The kid with the buds was sent to a detention center
The kids father was busted growing hundreds of plants, indoor and out
All because some little prick missed the bus

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I was out driving with some friends and we stopped in at a shop to meet up with some other people. While we were waiting me and another mate decided to go and sit in a dark spot and smoke a joint. We had chopped the bud up on a CD case and were about to start rolling when we saw a police car drive into the car park and pull up at our cars. While the police talked with the people over there we just sat the CD case behind our backs and watched what the police were doing.
When the police had finished talking to them we saw them point to us and then start to walk over to us. So we stand up ready to meet them, picking up the CD cover and spilling the bud all over the ground as we did, thinking the police wouldn't notice. Well, they did notice and straight away asked what it was. Without missing a beat my friend got down on his hands and knees and closely inspected the bud on the ground. He then took a deep breath and blew the bud all over the place, stood up and exclaimed "Nothing Mr Officer". Both coppers chuckled and we were told to go back and wait with our friends. Then the police got in there car, fiddled on the computer for a bit and drove away.

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Out with friends again only this time we were out on one of the back roads doing some burnouts and just silly car stuff late at night. I had been drinking so i was sitting in the back of a friends car watching all the action when we see the red and blue lights reflecting off the trees, giving everyone about 2 seconds to get in their cars and get moving (police will confiscate your car if they catch you doing burnouts here). Everyone managed to get into their cars and started going as the police pulled up and of course the only car to get stopped was the car I was in, with about 5 grams on me. After the police check the cars rego and stuff they start to search the car and i know i'm fucked as I had stupidly wrapped the baggie up in my jacket that was on the seat beside me. As i'm thinking about the night in jail I can hear a motorbike flying up the road toward us and i start getting excited when i notice the police are now taking an interest and i'm thinking they might leave us alone to catch the bike rider......then something completely unexpected happened......the silly bugger on the bike fell off right in front of us when he saw the police lights and shit himself. We were then told to pull the car out onto the road to warn other drivers. After the ambulance left, so did we.

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Lastly, I was visiting friends on the Gold Coast 2 weeks or so before the Indy race. Because it is a street circuit the grandstands are setup a few weeks before the race and then just sit there all fenced off.
We had parked right beside on of the grandstands watching all the cars (that area is known for all the nice hot rods and muscle cars that cruise up and down the beach all weekend, Indy time just makes it better)
So there we are STANDING around watching these cars when we come up with the bright idea of sitting in the grandstands, which means jumping a fence and climbing up as the stairs had net been installed yet, so basically breaking and entering. We didn't think anything of it.
Then two plain clothes officers walk up and tell us to get down, check out ID, write down our names and tell us to get out of Surfers Paradise for 24 hours (they can legally do that in Surfers Paradise). It was early in the morning so we just decided to go home. As we all go to pile into our cars the police tell us they would like to search the cars for any weapons or drugs. Every car had something in it but luckily not much actual bud. The police got pipes, scissors with resin, baggies with crumbs, some joint papers and a little bong.
They let us go and confiscated everything.


I now do not leave the house with anything....its too risky
 

KngsBlend07

New member
I was in a grocery store with my cousin shortly after an intense baking session, we were goin to pick up some munchies and while i was leaving the 2 cops that were working there decided i was looking like a suspicious person. They stopped me and asked me if i had anything on me that i shouldnt (they thought i stole something from the store) i didnt take anything but they searched me anyways. But for some strange reason that night i decided to leave my weed and pipe in the car before we went in, if i had not done this i wouldve gotten all my ganja and my piece confiscated. So luckily for me you can reak like pot all you want as long as you dont got your shit on you.
 
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Limeygreen

Well-known member
Veteran
One night I me and some guys decided to smoke some joints out of town and everyone decided to smoke their own, which was fine with me as I had just rolled up a double 1 1/4 joint and puffed it happily. What I didn't know was I had bud all over my shirt and pants. After we were done we all went on our seperate ways and then I decided to just cruise and take a nice drive and fresh air before bed. I see a cop car parked at an intersection and I was pretty red obviously and I decided to stop because if he chased me I thought things would be horrible. So the cop gets out of his car when he sees me stop and has his hand on his gun and hand out telling me to stop, which was pretty funny to me because I had stopped. The worse thing was I was so red that I didn't realize that the half oz I had picked up was with the insurance papers. Anyways I had the car in park and left it running with Bob Marley playing the whole time he was talking to me :joint: So he asked me for my lisence and insurance and I gave him my lisence first and he went to check the back of the car to make sure I had the New Driver sign up on the car when I opened the glove box to get the insurance and I saw this big bag of golden nuggets in front of me I freeze because I see his flashlight but then grab the insurance and then close the glovebox real quick. I was feeling pretty good and grooving a bit to the music and he looked at my insurance papers, then put his flashlight onto my pants with all this bud all over and I just thought hmm and looked at him and brushed it all off onto the floor and then he put the flashlight into my eyes and moved it a bit, I guess I did pretty well because he looked surprised when my eyes moved with light and I looked him in the eyes and he told me to have a good night and I drove off only then did I come to the realization that the music had been on and not in my head to which I laughed my ass off until I got home. I hate to think what would've happened if I hadn't stopped.
 

Awol/CoA

Member
I've not much of a 'close call story', rather just an interesting fact...
(some people are probably going to alienate me because of this,
but obviously they don't me, so I couldn't give a fuck if they do)

My neighbours daughter is a police officer working in the dog squad.
The good thing about this is the daughter was my girlfriend for 6 years,
we got together in grade 6 of primary school and continued the relationship
right through high school. Her mother and herself have known my father and
I smoked and grew for years and don't bother dobbing us in because we've
been great friends for about 10 years now. Every time we have a special
ocassion, BBQ or family only event, they're usually the first we invite as
they're family friends. The daughter's my best friend and we do everything
together (except the obvious). Really, I couldn't ask for better
neighbours, nor a better friend. Not all cops are bad, just most...


Awol.
 
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