Posted on 03/14/2002 5:07:26 AM PST by HairOfTheDog
Ah! Now we understand your need to get out into the woods and hunt! It is so you can feed your habit!! Tsk Tsk!!
I was comin’ back from droppin’ off a deer at the meat locker out in Spotsylvania County… I had a big smear of blood on my shirt and pants, and dried blood on my hands. There was a bloody tarp in the back of the Explorer, my shotgun in it’s scabbard, and my .45 in a holster on my left hip…I was on Hwy 218 when I rolled up to a roadblock manned by 4 Troopers and two cars…The female trooper waved me down…
Trooper: “License and registration… “
Me: Pulling out my IL license and hand it to her…
Trooper: Noticing the blood on my clothes and hands “This is expired”
Me: Rummaging in my wallet “Yes ma’am, I have a military deferral”
Trooper: “Where’s your military ID”
Me: frantically checking, the realizing “I left it in my uniform, ma’am…”
Trooper: “Why are you covered in blood?” Open hand now resting on pistol butt
Me: Now not moving, “I’m taking a deer to the meatlocker”
Trooper: Looking in back, seeing bloody tarp “I don’t see it…”
Me: “Cuz I don’t have it anymore, I already dropped it off…”
Trooper: Irritation now clearly evident “are there any weapons in the vehicle?”
Me: “Yes ma’am…”
Trooper: Now firmly grasping her still holstered pistol “Are they loaded?”
Me: “The shotgun in the back ain’t, but the .45 I’m wearin’ is locked and cocked...”
Trooper: “Put your hands on top of the steering wheel” Partner now coming over, moving to passenger side…
Me: “yes ma’am…umm… I have a concealed carry permit”
Trooper: “which hip is your pistol on?”
Me: “Left”
Trooper: “Hand me your wallet with your right hand.”
Me: “Can’t”
Trooper: Clearly consternated now…“Why not?”
Me: “My right hand isn’t workin’ so good… and my wallet slid off my lap and is now between the seat and the door…
Trooper: Looking frantically at her partner…
Me: “how about I open the door and let it fall out?”
Trooper: To her partner “cover him.” He draws his pistol and points it at my head…
Me: “This is crazy…”
Trooper: Pulling her pistol, looking me dead in the eye “Open the door slowly.”
Me: “You got that right…” opening door slowly thankful to hear the wallet hit the gravel…
Trooper: After looking through my wallet and finding my license deferral card, CCP, and my Military access cards… “Have a nice day…”
Me: “You too ma’am…who are yuh lookin' for?"
Trooper: "Fugitive... male caucasian, late 30s, short brown hair, blue eyes, armed and dangerous..."
Me: "That explains alot...thanks"
Aaaaahhh dear lady... the "field" is not hunting... but I will say, I'd rather be sweatin' in a jungle, roasting in the desert, or up to my neck in mountain snow than flyin' a desk... which, unfortunately, I do alot of lately...
believe me ksen, I thought I'd end up bein sorry I wasn't wearin' clean underwear...
Lucky it ended nicely and you didn't end up with the shoot first, ask questions later crowd. *shudder*
Alright folks, I'm heading out early to get my sister's Christmas present. She loves Harry Potter and Radio Shack has got the animated Norbert toy for $19.99. So off I go!
By supplying her with a Harry Potter gift, I am hoping to inspire her to purchase a Two Towers gift (cough, soundtrack, cough, ahem) for my birthday right after Christmas! It's called "strategery"! ;)
Glad you made it through.
I was in the right... never doubted I'd be Okay... was a little concerned about the impendin' "body cavity search" if it kept goin' downhill though...
Man! - I hate it when they do that!
He draws his pistol and points it at my head…
Oh I REALLY hate it when they do THAT!
Heh... Good story g'nad. Glad you kept your head!
My dad had them draw on him one time. He opened the glove box to try to find the registration, and in there was an empty holster for a small revolver. It had been floating around in his glove box for years. Not sure what gun it ever even went to. Dad heard a movement and a click, and turned around to see a pistol pointed at his head. "Where is the pistol that goes with that holster?" was the question.
There are a lot of situations that can look very different from an outside perspective! Another story!
When I was living in a house with some other students in college, we had a friend who was proving to be a suicidal wackjob, a cat with an abcess in his tail, and a worried dad who all collided to create a scene hilarious in its outcome.
I had told my Dad that "Stefan" had been back to the house after having been missing. He had left a box full of stuff with a note to ship it to his parents if "anything happened". I never should have told my Dad that. He was 200 miles away from us, and worried sick about Stefan doing something crazy to us.
We had a cat with an abcess on his tail. Infected from a fight, and I was going to take him to the vet on monday. Until then I closed him in my room.
We went out for a day of fun in the sun, leaving the house unnocuppied.
My dad panicked when he couldn't reach us on the phone, worried that Stefan had blown up in our direction. He called the Sherrif's dept to come by and check the house.
Meanwhile back at home, the cat's abcess burst. Leaving a big pool of blood in the middle of my bed, on the floor, and where ever else he went.
Deputy doing house check per my dad, sees blood all over my bedroom and kicks the door in. At least a dozen other deputies show up.
College kids arrive home after partying all day to find house surrounded with deputies trying to figure out who had been murdered.
Bleeding cat hiding under bed is found and freaked out father is called and soothed! Cat doctored the next day, friend never did kill himself that I know of, though he tried nine times. Police do not pay to fix door! End of story!
somehow, Ruthy, I just can't picture you in bloody clothes and two weapons in the car...
g'luck with the shoppin'...
Can't they cite you for not wearin' drawers in rural Virginia? ;-)
I told my wife it was a comedy of errors that afternoon... forgotten ID, carelessly getting blood on me... hitting the roadblock after I had droopped the deer off...
yer right... perspective is critical...
She's going shoppin' two weeks before Christmas and you have a hard time imagining her in bloody clothes with weapons in the car?
good point...
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