Posted on 02/03/2003 1:16:14 AM PST by Flyer
Chambers County Narcotics Task Force Goes Fishing
This goes under my category of "The traffic stop as the primary law enforcement tool." Some may classify this as good pro-active policing. I call it a fishing expedition.
I am a contract delivery driver. I return to passengers luggage that has been lost by various airlines. My range is a wide swath of southeast Texas. When Nacogdoches became the center of attention for the recovery of the shuttle Columbia, I knew I could expect to be heading that way. I received the first such call about 4:00 p.m. Sunday afternoon, February 2.
Northbound on Highway 59, a few miles south of Cleveland, I went past a semi-marked police vehicle (no external emergency lights; a seal on the door) that was parked in a median crossover. I was among 10 - 15 other vehicles. All of us were at or below the speed limit. Checking my rearview mirror I noticed the police vehicle had pulled onto the highway. In a short time he had worked his way through the traffic and positioned his car to the left and behind me - in my blind spot. I had the cruise control on and kept a steady speed. He maintained his position in my blind spot. After about a mile he pulled in my lane behind me and hit the lights.
After we were stopped on the shoulder he approached my door and asked me to step out and present my driver's license. It is more common for police to want one to stay in the car so I confirmed he wanted me to step out. He said the reason he stopped me was because "you were all over the road back there." He asked if I had been drinking and where I was going and why. When I told him I was headed to Nacogdoches to return some luggage, that wasn't good enough and I had to explain my job, my position as a contract driver, where I had picked up the luggage and so on. He asked me if I had any paperwork on the luggage and I showed my delivery ticket. He wanted to know who the person was that was named on the ticket. Again I explain I am just delivering the luggage and don't know the person.
He tells me he is going to check my license and write me a warning, and he returns to his car. Maybe five minutes pass and he approaches me and asks if I have ever been arrested before. I give him the date and charge of two previous arrests. He said the computer was running a little slow and he was still waiting for the return on my license. Next he asks if there are any drugs or guns in the car and I tell him no. He ask "Is it okay if I have a look?" I tell him no. He ask why and I tell him I need to get my delivery to Nacogdoches. "Well, that's your right. So I can't have a look?" he says. Again I tell him no. He points to an area further off the shoulder of the road and tells me to wait over there, he is going to call for a dog.
He makes his call from the car as I stand on the side of the road. And I stand there. And I stand there. It seemed much longer, but about 15 minutes later a City of Cleveland marked patrol car arrives. The officer gets his dog out and circles the car. Nothing. They circle it a second time. Nothing. They circle it a third time. Nothing. They circle it a fourth time. Nothing. The K-9 officer, the initiating officer and the third person go back towards the police cars. (the third person is with the initiating Task Force officer - I think he is just a ride along) I wait on the side of the road. After another 10 - 15 minutes a third police car arrives and the officer gets out with another dog. They circle the car once. Nothing. They circle the car twice. The dog barks once near the drivers door. They circle a third time. Nothing.
The initiating officer tells me the dog has indicated that there is, or has been, narcotics or other material in the car and he is going to have a look. He searches the driver's seat area first. Next he removes the luggage I am to deliver and opens it up on the shoulder of the road. He goes through all the items and smaller bags inside, the zippered pockets, etc. and puts it back in the car. He then searches the passenger side, my briefcase and camera case and so on. Next he opens the trunk. There is nothing in there but the spare tire but he knocks here and there looking for hidden compartments. Next he opens the hood and pokes around the engine compartment. He returns to the passenger area and searches some more.
An hour and a half after the initial stop he finishes the warning ticket (driving on the shoulder) and has me sign it. He says that if I have something in the car I have it well hidden and he still thinks my story is a little odd to him. End of encounter.
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Some notes and observations:
The warning ticket was from the Chambers County Narcotics Task Force. I was in Liberty County.
The officer never asked to see my proof of insurance.
My car's tag number wasn't completed on the ticket.
I drive for a living. I won't claim I am above mistakes. I drove 100,000 miles last year without incident. I haven't had an accident or moving violation in 30 years.
50% of the drug sniffing dogs were wrong.
My opinion of law enforcement has been tainted again.
Two weeks ago the exact same thing happend to me... Only I was in Williamson County, TX. It cost me $7500 to get out of jail, (couldn't get a bondsman to post bond because I was from out of state), $360 to get my truck out of impound, and 30 hours in jail. The officer pulled me over for failing to signal a lane change as he pulled out in front of me on the interstate. Let me go with a warning, and pulled me over again about one mile down the road with a K-9 unit behind him. This time I was pulled over for weaving. On business, and already late for a meeting, I also told the officer I would prefer him not to search through my SUV stacked high with equipment, suitcases, and tools. The next thing I knew I was cuffed and off to the local barn yard so Goober and Cleatis could tear my truck apart and forget how to put it back together. They didn't know why my SUV had been undercoated. I guess there is not much snow and ice in Williamson County. Their drug sniffing dog scratched up all four doors and fenders, and the two "Fishing Buddies" left their blue "reeling" gloves and tackle box ("evidence") in the back of my vehicle. I'm now out about $8000 and awaiting a court date that will never be set to be reimbersed for my bond. I'm also anxiously waiting for the $160 in cash that is "to be mailed to my residence." With my estimate for new paint on my vehicle, along with two new door panels and switches, their "Fishing Trip" has cost me about $10,000. And I never did hear the dog bark...
Thanks for another fishing story.
Haven't been stopped in years.
ol' hoghead
I hope you don't do that on busy roads, and cause traffic to back up.
I'm not to the point yet where I'm going to jeopardize *my* safety or the safety of other Americans simply to follow some bureacratic edict.
Haven't been stopped in years.
Partially due to your driving policy (personally the time that costs me is worth less than paying a ticket once in awhile), and partially due to chance.
"They" can stop you anytime you please. Half the times I've been pulled over in my life, I was doing *nothing* unlawful.
In case you should ever find yourself in that situation, you should read "You and the Police" by Boston T. Party. It's a bit outdated, but there is still a wealth of info there.
Ol' hoghead
When I see anybody approaching my 6, I move over to the "emergency lane" and let them by. Unlike the rest of Texas, I have all day to get there and back. I'm not a rolling roadblock.
That's one of the things I miss about Texas (I used to live out there).
Folks were much nicer on the roads, and they would move into the lane on the should to allow faster driver to pass. And the faster driver would wave as a sign of appreciation.
I was on both sides of that on many occasions.
Drivers here in Florida suck.
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