Close calls with the cops

[GuerrillaRed]

I was a stupid fucking kid who hung around with a lot of stupid people doing stupid shit but I was lucky because I was always five minutes behind or ahead of trouble.

The worst one was showing up to a house party five minutes after a massive gang shootout broke out. I was on about ten ecstasy pills and we had left about a hour before that to go to another party that got raided right before we got there. We got there right as about 20 cop cars hit this house in all of that magnificent storm trooper glory. When you're high out of your mind on ecstasy watching a police raid with the lights and chaos is one of the most fabulous sights you'll ever see.

Come back to the original party. It was a rural property that you needed to go through a gate to get to. We went back so a friend could grab his truck that he left there.

My friend gets out of the car and goes to the gate where the owner of the property and him are having an intense argument/discussion. I'm bizzeled out of my head and the scene in front of me looks totally wrong but I can't tell if it's because I'm xed out of my head or something is wrong. All of a sudden a fucking police helicopter lit us up and the owner of the house goes running back to his house and my friend comes running back to the car.

My friend jumps in the car as about ten sheriff cars come screaming up behind us and a couple deputies come out guns drawn screaming their heads off.

The problem was the driveway was one car length wide and I was between the cops, the gate and the shootout. My car was also out of gas at the time, so that had the potential for a bad situation. We make up some bullshit story about showing up to pick a friend up and have no idea what was happening despite my eyes being the size of pizzas and there being three fucked up minors in my car.

I drive up on a little hill as the cops go tear assing through the gate. I turned around and got my boys and I the fuck out of there before anyone remembered we existed.

As we drove back to town, it was literal chaos in the streets as gangsters, rats and cops were everywhere in various states of arrest. We quietly drove through it all and resumed drinking when we got back to a friend's house.

I have so many stories like this. When I was young I used to think it made me manly and built character to have so many crazy drug and wildness stories. But as I enter my 30s, I feel more of a PTSD and sort of shame about it all.

Cops all in all have been pretty fair and good to me in my life.

Legalization is pretty fucked in this country but the one thing I'm happy about is it's calmed everything down to the point where I'm a legal tax paying normie now.

 

[Bud Green]

This has happened to me a few times. Being a relatively clean cut looking white guy has saved my ass a few times.

Before the early mid '80's, I decided to "fuck the freak flag".
Cut my hair off short, and I've been incognito ever since....

If you looked at me today, you'd think I was just some plain old fuddy-duddy old man who had never had any real fun or adventure.....You'd be wrong!

 

[gekolite]

In 1966 I was with 3 others returning from a surfing trip way down in main land Mexico , some where in Sinaloa the federalies had set up a check point on the hwy . ,,, Just a few days before I came down with amoebic dysentery and was barley alive . We had a kilo of some good in the trunk in a pillow case . they started a search of the car , this is when I started to realize what was happening ,just then a federalie opened the trunk,, and I jumped out of the car and walked around to the trunk . I glanced at the opened trunk and saw the pillow case ,, and then looked at the federalie , he looked at me and said go on . Then I looked up and saw my crew starting to walk away from the car . When we driving again I asked them what was happening ,, they said they were getting ready to run if the federal police found the stash . Of course I was in no shape to run I could barley stand up .

 

[FoothillFarming]

Crazy calls people. This thread is too funny.

 

[HOPS5K]

Be 19, in 1999,three friends and I are sitting in the parking lot of the high school baseball field...getting stoned..in my car..listening to KoRn for a while then letting car air out, when all of a sudden comes a cop car out of nowhere..pulls in, shines his light on us...comes over and just tells us that it's past park hours and we should leave....guess he never smelled the pot or this could've been a whole lot worse.

 

[Huckster79]

Hitchhiking, with real long hair, thru Delaware in 1973.. Had a small gym bag with my clothes, and a tin lozenge box in my back pocket containing a half dozen J's and a small envelope of loose weed..

State trooper pulls over, tells me it's illegal to hitchhike and tells me he'll drive me to bus station. At bus station he asks if I have a knife or a gun on me. I tell him No... (I didn't)

Then he asks if I have drugs. Again I say No...(this time I lied)

He then tells me if I have any of the 3 things on me, to lay them on the seat and he'll let me go, but if I don't put anything there, he'll search me, and if he finds it, he'll take me to jail..



We stared at each other for what seemed forever, and I knew I had to hope he would keep his word, or I was busted for weed...

I took the lozenge box from my pocket, put it on the seat between us, he looked inside at the joints, put the box in his shirt pocket and told me to enjoy my bus ride...

So causes me ponder... Was he cool for knowing you had it and he'll let's face it the loss of a lil stash is better than going to the klink... Or was he just a hypocrite who didn't want to spend $ for his weed habit and preyed upon people he profiled to likely have weed he can steel?

 

[aridbud]

1985 in a stock tank truck hauling 250 gallons of water up to a peak (10, 145 ft.) shared by Native American tribe, watering 85 plants, steep South facing terrain. Took 3 weeks to bury the PVC line, strategically placing rocks/boulders to hop down to plot leaving no trail. Hot July day, guzzled a Mtn Dew (drank those at the time, not anymore due to chemicals, dye in the soda) and left can on top of the tank after hooking up hose for water release and driving about 1/3 mile beyond the "green patch".

Hopped down to the plants to make sure cascade motion of hose and holes was still intact. Took about 45 minutes to make sure water was in each hole, saturated before the climb back up hillside.

Returning up the side of the mountain, spotted a US Forest Service green truck with Law
Enforcement emblem on it's panel) which was parked next to stock tank truck just off the forest road. Ranger picked up the can with a stick, looking at it, and took it!!

Knees like jelly, trembling, heart palpitations (knowing fingerprints were in some data base -fingerprinted to work in healthcare system), watching ranger investigate, then drive away, I thought for sure I would be tagged! Stayed undercover for what seemed like hours before jumping in the cab and driving down the mountain. Talk about looking over my shoulder paranoia!

From that point on, trips to site were between 4-5 AM. Nothing ever came of it (probably pre-CSI, dusting prints), but that was the end of a large guerilla crop.

Play it low key/legal nowadays.

 

[Crusader Rabbit]

In 78 a friend and I had just spent a week in the eastside Sierra Nevada visiting friends. Then row boat in the back of the truck, we're headed off to Montana to float some rivers. We were in high spirits, driving through open country after just crossing the Nevada border. I was on the passenger side with a pound of pot in an open trash bag on my lap, rolling up some joints for the long drive ahead of us. Then we sailed over a hill and there on the other side was a police road block across the highway. I had just enough time to drop the bag of pot onto the floor at my feet before a state trooper was peering in my window. We weren't the people they were looking for and they waved us through.

 

[sourpuss]

Hitchhiking, with real long hair, thru Delaware in 1973.. Had a small gym bag with my clothes, and a tin lozenge box in my back pocket containing a half dozen J's and a small envelope of loose weed..

State trooper pulls over, tells me it's illegal to hitchhike and tells me he'll drive me to bus station. At bus station he asks if I have a knife or a gun on me. I tell him No... (I didn't)

Then he asks if I have drugs. Again I say No...(this time I lied)

He then tells me if I have any of the 3 things on me, to lay them on the seat and he'll let me go, but if I don't put anything there, he'll search me, and if he finds it, he'll take me to jail..

We stared at each other for what seemed forever, and I knew I had to hope he would keep his word, or I was busted for weed...

I took the lozenge box from my pocket, put it on the seat between us, he looked inside at the joints, put the box in his shirt pocket and told me to enjoy my bus ride...

Great story. Everytime ive been offered a deal like that ive taken it. Admitting guilt for a slap on the wrist. Not very hard to do. Ive shocked crown attorneys with my slap on the wrists haha... trust i have never ratted on anyone.... admit my own guilt yes....

 

[Crusader Rabbit]

Guess if I'm ever going to tell this story, this is the place. We were idiot college students living in a dormitory. Just returned from a run down to Oceanside and had six kilos of half decent Mexican in the trunk. It was pretty late and a cop car followed us into the parking lot. Shit. We had people waiting for some of this smoke. And we wanted to get this quietly to our rooms that night instead of bringing it into the building when people were up and about, so no one could start some stupid loud conversation in the hallway about what we were doing.

But the cops were sitting in the parking lot behind us illuminating our car with their headlights. Fuck it. We're college students returning from a weekend off and it should be expected that we'll have a bunch of stuff to carry back with us. So we got out, opened the trunk and I grabbed the duffel with the six kilos in it. Gave the cops a little wave as we walked through their headlights and went on our way unmolested.


Note; this would have been May 17 1974. I know this because on the drive down we're listening to the radio when they started broadcasting live the events of the Symbionese Liberation Army shootout in Los Angeles, where the building eventually burned down and everyone inside was immolated. We were freaking out listening to this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMOiJRpQvms

 

[aridbud]

Note; this would have been May 17 1974. I know this because on the drive down we're listening to the radio when they started broadcasting live the events of the Symbionese Liberation Army shootout in Los Angeles, where the building eventually burned down and everyone inside was immolated. We were freaking out listening to this.

Ahhh, the Patty Hearst days.....remember it well.

 

[Bob-Smith]

Be 19, in 1999,three friends and I are sitting in the parking lot of the high school baseball field...getting stoned..in my car..listening to KoRn for a while then letting car air out, when all of a sudden comes a cop car out of nowhere..pulls in, shines his light on us...comes over and just tells us that it's past park hours and we should leave....guess he never smelled the pot or this could've been a whole lot worse.

Was in a park in El Cajon/La Mesa in the early 80's. Right along side Fletcher Parkway, if its still there. Just getting ready to smoke some weed with some friends. Cops pull in and it was basically the same scenario. "Park closed at 10", what are you kids doing here? When we saw them coming the weed was ditched in a bush. My smart ass friend says, we were coming here to meet our dealer and buy some weed. Cops get all excited, shine lights in our eyes searched us, looked around on the ground but nothing they could do, and it wasn't even a city-owned park (homeowners owned it).

 

[rykus]

My buddy was at a dead show across the border from Ontario, up all night on acid driving back and through the border already and decide to crack a bottle of whiskey to calm their nerves, lol 80's that was almost more acceptable... Any ways get pulled over speeding , basically fuct looking just destroyed lady cop instantly see's the bottle goes back to her car, drivers like fuck it chugging the bottle when my buddy looks back and sees she's locked her car and this is before cell phones, so he elbows buddy, they take off at Mach speed in his old v8 beast, get it in the garage and the engine is still pinging from being reved the piss out of when the squad cars arrived... Little did they expect my friends friends dad, a law hating crotchety old farmer that knows every law about property rights from small town laws regarding fencing and animals ect... Tells them to piss of ... They heard it pretty good from the old man at the time but legend like that everyone smiles at after a while, lol

 

[Hermanthegerman]

In my life I had some close calls, but most dangerous was not the police, it was the customs. In the 80s and 90s I always took haschisch when I go in the Holidays. In this case I was on my way to the USA or Israel, I am not sure. Had my hashish in the little trouser pocket on the right side of the Jeans. Maybe 10 Gramm. The Custom guy touched the piece, was feeling it, was thinking what could it be, and let me go to the plane. Damned that was close.

 

[Bob-Smith]

In my life I had some close calls, but most dangerous was not the police, it was the customs. In the 80s and 90s I always took haschisch when I go in the Holidays. In this case I was on my way to the USA or Israel, I am not sure. Had my hashish in the little trouser pocket on the right side of the Jeans. Maybe 10 Gramm. The Custom guy touched the piece, was feeling it, was thinking what could it be, and let me go to the plane. Damned that was close.

My most dangerous was driving through Kentucky with my grade school kid. Little did the kid know I was taking a hit at every rest stop. Told him, let's go to Fort Knox. Surely they have tours. Gusee what everybody, they don't haver tours. As a matter of fact, they dismantle your engine if you show up at the gate. Which is what the guards were doing to the car in front of me. Luckily they took all my information and an unmarked car followed me for the next 20 miles. Where I pulled over and threw away my weed.

 

[shishkaboy]

Ok, so I was reminded of one...

Last year on my way to the Denver htcc, I decided to take a small amount of my selected kool aid kush cross with me to share with some buddies I was meeting up with out there.

Packed it up nicely in a skink proof bag and then a sandwich baggie and is ideal the back pocket the jeans in my carry on.

Nervous as hell I walk right up to the scanner drop my bag and start to watch for my bag on the xray screen.

Omg, that this was a beast. It highlighted the plastic baggie, outlined the organic substance in it and was lighting up all red and yellow, with arrows pointing at the pocket.

I just knew I wasn't going to the cup. There were 2 tsa agents working that station. I am assuming one was the others supervisor.

Just as my bag starts to light up, the supervisor walks off and tends to something else. Then the agent that was still at the station looked over to the supervisor, as if unsure what to do. I will never forget those 2 beautiful, compassionate women that didn't want to wreck my vacation for 2 grams of weed. The supervisor said "Let it roll".

After that no more check points and it was party time.

Really awesome thread so far guys and gals.

 

[shithawk420]

Damn,I've had close calls but you guys have balls of steal to travel through customs like that.I just think of the movie midnight express and my ass cheeks clench like a vice.

 

[redlaser]

Kentucky was my closest in the mid eighties. Was driving through to another state at about 2 a.m. in Hopkinsville and got pulled over doing 45 in a 35 supposedly on this back road. I've been on the road since 8 a.m. and I'm doing a bit of marching powder out of one of those spoon vials every now and then to stay up.(and high of course) Anyway, it's summer and I'm only wearing a pair of shorts and the vial is in my pocket so I stuff it into my waistband. Cop has me walk up to his car to write the ticket and the vial starts to fall down, I try my best to stabilize it. Cop's fairly ok for a cop, overweight older, moving slow and not talking extra, not fishing for dollars like most cops. Luckily he only wrote the ticket and the vial didn't fall out, the shorts were loose. Had eight ounces of average commercial weed in the car along with eight zips of unmolested blow. My life savings at the time.

 

[ChaosCatalunya]

Before the early mid '80's, I decided to "fuck the freak flag".
Cut my hair off short, and I've been incognito ever since....

If you looked at me today, you'd think I was just some plain old fuddy-duddy old man who had never had any real fun or adventure.....You'd be wrong!

You cant beat looking straight, I get a perverted buzz out of looking even more conservative than I have to, it would take hours to write up every happy encounter I have had since I had a hair cut and started shopping at GAP..