Lets hear them good or bad. I'll be honest and in my many years as I think about it blows my mind I didn't kill myself or somebody else or end up in jail in my younger years. I personally have never had a bad experience with law enforcement thou now looking back at it I should have and I've had several.

The latest, I was coming down a gradual hill where the speed limit drops down 10 MPH on a busy two lane highway. At the bottom there's a county sheriff coming the opposite direction. He flips around and follows me a couple of miles running my plates. The lights finally come on and since it was a spot with a wide shoulder so I pull over way far so dude doesn't have to stand in traffic. He walked up and while on the walk a call goes out on his radio that was more important then a 3 mph over the speed limit ticket.

I'd be suprised if this one gets past the first page...

Last trip to Orofino, in December, I was really moving, 11 mph over the limit. Came around a corner and found a Idaho State Patrol waiting. He turned on his lights, I pulled over. When he walked up to my truck, I told he had me dead to rights, I had no excuse except I was hurrying to get to Camp, Cabin and Home to get some line on a reel before they closed. He perked right up, we started talking about steelhead fishing, and he told me to slow down a little bit and left without even giving me a written warning.

I have quite a few stories about parties getting raided and teenagers being drug out of the house by their hair and stuffed into cop cars with a few 'accidental' collisions between foreheads and the doorjam. That was 20 years back. Gotta love small town cops.

Have a few 'good' stories too, like once where the door was answered, a cloud of grey smoke billowed out, and the cop took a step back, said "Just keep it down in there. You don't want us to have to tell you again."

That time I had to lay face down as 5 cops had their guns drawn on me was none too fun. I used to keep weird hours

One of my good stories is one time a copper pulled me over and we got to talking and he asked me to paint his fence for him

In college I interned at a police dept, I had my own cubicle and was always stuck doing paperwork. The canine cops thought it was funny to hide contraband around my desk and send their dogs in. Several times I had German Shephards ready to take me down on command.

One of my other duties while interning at the PD was to go through the evidence log and destroy evidence that was past the statute of limitations. When I was doing this I was 19 years old and still living with my parents. One day I had to go through the drug files and get rid of all the confiscated drugs and alcohol. The first case I came too involved 5 cases of stolen Schmidt beer, I had to open every can and dump it into a barrel. Next I had dozens of bags of weed and other crystal like drugs ie meth, crack, coke and whatever you can imagine. I had a burn barrel setup with a propane torch in the bottom that I used to burn everything with. When I got home that evening my parents caught a whiff of me and asked what the hell I had been doing.

We got pulled over new years morning at 430 am headin to the coast on I5 round lacey doin 86mph in a 60. The officer joked about our speed and wrote my buddy a ticket for 10 over. Didn't ask why the truck smelled like alcahol or anything about my pistol sitting on the dashboard. With 3 of us in the truck we all smelled like alcahol bad but the driver had quit drinking shortly after midnight so he was good to drive.

It ain't or was never about donuts at all. How i lame is that?

It was and is about cop bashing et al' on the internet in general.

Also a lame past time for lame people.

STFU douchebag

Fukkin donk!! Anyway,another one. We were coming up from Big Sur on highway 1 just loaded on all kinds of drugs and sheit,going like 90,and my buddy who was driving was sober. So we get pulled over and dude next to me is shoving a vial of liquid acid in his sock and about 6 ounces of some powdered substance in the other.

So the cop asks my friend "Is there some particular reason why you're going 90 in a 55?"

My buddy"Because I can?"

"Have anything to drink?"the cop asks.

My buddy in the back who was dressed in clothes he had made from deer hide shout's out "We're all fucked up officer,he's the designated driver while we're partying and [censored]!!"

I'm thinking [censored] we're fucked now. The cop just looked at all of us with hair down to our asses,pupils like saucers,and dude in deer skin clothes and says " Get the the hell out of here."

I guess he didn't want to do the paperwork and have to deal with the likes of us. Haha!

Another day in the life.

Oh ya,dude in the deer skin outfits had a hippy girlfriend who wore similar clothing. We called her "Road Kill Jill"

I worked in a Chevron station while in highschool and the St. Patrol bought their gas there and we did some work on the cars so I got to know a few of the troopers. I went in the Navy in '65 and about a month after I got out, a Navy buddy from Seattle and I went out and hit it hard. My buddy was driving. I dozed off on the way home as it was about 3:00 am. He turned off I-5, dozed off at the wheel and stopped on the ramp. We woke up with a trooper knocking on the window. My buddy had his foot on the brake so we didn't go off the road and he was asleep at the wheel. (good name for a band) The trooper recognized me, told us to get our asses home before he changed his mind and gave us a pass. Thanks to the trooper, we didn't get arrested, car was not impounded and we just had a well deserved hangover the next day. Pays to be polite to troops.

"Good evening Mr. Brood."

"Good evening Officer Hersey."

"I see your parents are out of town again."

"Yes sir. They wont be home until the end of the month."

"(sigh) Great. Well till next week you need to clear everyone out."

"Yes sir. I'll see you next Friday. Until then have a great week."

"Thanks-You too."

Any police encounters I've had were well deserved.

Rolled my truck and driftboat across the highway after falling asleep on my way to the river (worked 48 hrs straight), first cop on scene (at 2:30 am) asked, "has the fishing been good?" Second cop on scene, after chatting with first cop tells me, "you must have been going for XX spot, you gotta get there early for that" Third cop, and crew from ambulance, spend about 20 minutes going through my fishing photo album that flew out on the highway, while waiting for the tow trucks to arrive.

Never asked about drinking (wasn't anyways, but wrecking 20 minutes after the bar close usually means bad things) and no citation for reckless driving (like my buddy got for falling asleep)

The scene starts on a nice summer day in Walla Walla at the Parker Ranch. Several families getting together for a BBQ and for a day of swimming in the pool. Present are the 2 Superior Court judges for the county plus several other attorneys and their families.

The party gets uncomfortably silent when the son of the Parker Ranch rolls up in a POS 1969 Chevy pickup followed by a WSP trooper car. Lights on. The son of the Parker Ranch get's out of the truck and walks towards all the people now gathered around looking at the WSP patrol car. The WSP officer looks at who is present in the crowd of people, turns off his lights, backs his car up, and leaves.

Both judges look at me and say "What the hell did you just do?"

Roll back the clock 15 minutes earlier.........

The son of the Parker Ranch was instructed by patrons of the pool to go on a store run for various goodies, since the goodies were running low. It's a quick ride past the local high school to the store. The High School was out on this weekday (Teacher's Day, or some crap like that) so the streets past the school were empty.

As the boy drove his 1969 Chevy pickup past the school, he noticed a WSP troopers car parked in the High School parking lot with the trooper using radar on the passing motorists. As soon as the young man had a line of sight on the WSP officer, he could see the officer frantically putting away the radar gun, getting in the car, and turning on the lights. As he passed the WSP car, the officer was already mentioning the drive to pull over. So, he did and the WSP officer quickly pulled up, got out of his car with citation book in hand, and marched over to the drivers side window. The conversation went something like this:

WSP Officer: "DO YOU KNOW HOW FAST YOU WERE DRIVING?", the tone of voice from the officer was less than pleasant and quite authoritative.

Parker: "Yes. 30 MPH. That's the posted speed limit on this street."

WSP Officer: "This is a SCHOOL ZONE and the speed limit in a SCHOOL ZONE is 20 MP, MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY!"

Parker: "Ok. But, there is no school today."

WSP Officer: "MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY! I'm going to issue you a citation for driving 30 MPH in a 20 MPH School Zone. License and Registration, please."

Parker: "WHY? WHAT? There's no school today!"

WSP Officer: "The sign states 20MPH, MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY!"

Parker: "What a crock. This sucks. Oh well, gimme the ticket and I'll just have it nulled by the judges at my house now."

The WSP Officer just about had a cow at this point. I honestly think he wanted to shoot me, as he must have thought I was just another snot-nosed cocky kid - to which I was!

WSP Officer: "What did you just say?"

Parker: "I said both judges are at my house now. Let's go talk to them about this, or I'll just have them toss the ticket when I get home. I do not believe that I am doing anything wrong and I do not believe that I warrant this ticket for driving 30 MPH in a 30 MPH zone on a non-school day."

The WSP Officer got really red in the face, got really serious, and said something on the lines of:

WSP Officer: Sure. I'll follow you to your house house and we can go talk to the judge if you want. Rest assured, I will be taking you in to custody for..... (I don't recall what he said, but I did know that I wasn't going to back down at this point)

So, after telling the officer that I only lived less than a mile away, off we went. Me first, with him in tow, lights on the whole way home.

Guess he must have recognized the two judges when I got home and decided that being an asshole wasn't going to work on this day.

Meanwhile, back at The Ranch, both judges laughed when they heard the story and said that of all the area WSP officers, this guy was the biggest asshat tool of them all - especially to teenage drivers. They both were disappointed that they didn't get the chance to chew on this troopers ass.

we were up on football hill one fine, warm, saturday night cracking open some beers (all of us still in high school at the time) when a set of headlights blinds us.

the first voice says "stop where you are and don't throw the bottles."

second voice says " get out your i.d.'s"

first voice comes over, asks who the driver is, and everyone points at me. Officer Cox introduces himself to me, asks if we have any more beer than what we have in hand. i tell him the rest of the case is in trunk. he says "good job for keeping it locked up - please open the trunk."

i open the trunk, he counts four beers missing from the case and five guys - i haven't had a chance to get a beer yet. Officer Cox looks at me with his flashlight in my face, looks back at the car, looks back at me, then says "Hey! I know you! I live across the street from you! Tell you what neighbor, dump out the open beers, pick up your bottle caps, and don't hit me in the ass on the way out of here."

he never said a word to my parents, just always smiled and waved from his front yard. it really is better to be lucky than good.

Too many to list.Good luck,
STRIKE ZONE