WeedWhacker
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That's a good experience!? @.@
"... that word. I do nah think it means what you think it means."
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That's a good experience!? @.@
"... that word. I do nah think it means what you think it means."
cassandrasdaddy
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i've had
hundreds of interactions with cops more than 50 that ended up with me in handcuffs( i used to drink and drug a bit and behave poorly) an remarkably enough i've only had 3 bad experiences with cops and of those 2 amounted to them being rude. the other i got some fingers broken when guy i was with tried the cop on for size. i find its a common factor of human nature that many if not most folks react poorly to being questined by authority figures. especially if they are caught and punished. my old man is so law abiding he squeaks. he got one ticket in over 50 years of driving and he was definitly guilty (i was in the car) and yet this paragon of virtue gets a curious resentful tone describing a 20 year old ticket and finishes with "the cop hada an attitude" he was caught crossing double line and the cop was polite and professional. in point of fact dad had a beer or 2 with dinner and cop mighta been justified in a sobriety check but cut the old man slack. slack he can't see.
my best personal encounter with a cop was an old country boy in leesburg va. he got me for 4r or 5 things one night. and we had a most polite discussion vis a vis my choices to exercise certain of my rights. and i think its the politeness that was interesting to my friends as well as the other cops. politeness goes a long way. i got to spend the night and we talked a while and it was his conversation that helped spark me to change how i live. funniest thing was once i changed i quit haveing all those interactions. i did get my first ticket in 20 years the other day. i ran redlight got ticket for it. was guilty aknowledged it. he forgot to write the seatbelt ticket funny that
hundreds of interactions with cops more than 50 that ended up with me in handcuffs( i used to drink and drug a bit and behave poorly) an remarkably enough i've only had 3 bad experiences with cops and of those 2 amounted to them being rude. the other i got some fingers broken when guy i was with tried the cop on for size. i find its a common factor of human nature that many if not most folks react poorly to being questined by authority figures. especially if they are caught and punished. my old man is so law abiding he squeaks. he got one ticket in over 50 years of driving and he was definitly guilty (i was in the car) and yet this paragon of virtue gets a curious resentful tone describing a 20 year old ticket and finishes with "the cop hada an attitude" he was caught crossing double line and the cop was polite and professional. in point of fact dad had a beer or 2 with dinner and cop mighta been justified in a sobriety check but cut the old man slack. slack he can't see.
my best personal encounter with a cop was an old country boy in leesburg va. he got me for 4r or 5 things one night. and we had a most polite discussion vis a vis my choices to exercise certain of my rights. and i think its the politeness that was interesting to my friends as well as the other cops. politeness goes a long way. i got to spend the night and we talked a while and it was his conversation that helped spark me to change how i live. funniest thing was once i changed i quit haveing all those interactions. i did get my first ticket in 20 years the other day. i ran redlight got ticket for it. was guilty aknowledged it. he forgot to write the seatbelt ticket funny that
cnorman18
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We're lucky
On a job like that--where you get to carry various weapons and throw your weight around--I've always been a little surprised that ALL cops aren't a**holes. I'm glad we have as many good cops as we do.
On a job like that--where you get to carry various weapons and throw your weight around--I've always been a little surprised that ALL cops aren't a**holes. I'm glad we have as many good cops as we do.
Stevie-Ray
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I had a similar incident in 1972 in Detroit. Where I live, it was considered common courtesy back then to meet a cop half-way. This was the suburbs after all, and a traffic stop was about as exciting as it got. In Detroit, though, after reaching for my wallet I was quickly spun around with my legs spread and my face planted on my hood. The hard thing against the back of my head wasn't letting me even breathe. The flustered cop screamed something about my lineage and then calmed down to a quiet roar. Naturally he wanted to know where I lived. When I told him he said something like "Never in Detroit!"
Long story short we were both very sorry and he let me go with a warning that I never get out of a car in Detroit. Good advice. The prohibited turn was forgotten about. Poor cop must have been having a bad week. I just had a bad day, but I actually consider that a positive stop. I just chalked it up to being a dumb kid.
Neo-Luddite
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People keep talking about the "bad " incidences with LEOs , but need to get out the good ones to .
It's hard in places that are non-issue states. It breeds an 'us and them' stance all around.
It's hard in places that are non-issue states. It breeds an 'us and them' stance all around.
The Unknown User
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For any of you that are LEO's: what is the general attitude towards you? I'm considering becoming an LEO if I can't get my PhD, so I'm curious what the job is like.
Actually, if anyone is willing to PM me and give me some info (how to become an officer, requirements, etc.) I'd really appreciate that. I don't want to de-rail the thread.
Anyways, to contribute:
The first time I got pulled over was a month or two after I got my license. I was going ~80 in a 45, like a complete moron, and so the officer finally caught up to me. He actually pulled me over ~20 ft. from my own driveway, right in front of my neighbor's house. He was very polite, did not make assumptions, and did not give me any attitude. He asked me how fast I was going, and told him I wasn't sure (I had a ballpark idea, but didn't have an exact number). He asked again, so I just told him I was going around 70 or 80, and said I wasn't completely sure. He took my license (didn't even ask for my registration), and came back with a written warning a few minutes later. He then lectured me sternly, but not in a pompous manner, on safe driving, and why following the speed limits is important and beneficial. Then, on his way back to his car, he spotted some empty IBC root beer bottles in the back of my car (those are the ones that look exactly like beer bottles), and suddenly asked, "What are those?!" I told him what they were, and he said, "...Oh." Then he went on his way.
Fast forward a few years, and I'm getting out of work one Sunday, and I decide to run back inside for something, but in the process lock myself out of car. I see an officer in the parking lot, so I make my way over to ask him if he can help me. (It's the same officer from my first story.) He says he can help, and gives me a ride over to my car, and has me sign a waiver so that I don't sue him if a window breaks. So he opens my car for me, and then leaves. But then he circles back around and blocks my car in (!). After a moment he pulls up beside me and motions for me to roll down my window. I do, and he asks if I'm going home. I tell him I am, and he tells me he's going to follow me. At this point I am freaking out. I figure I have a warrant out, or there's some family problem and an officer was sent to find me or something. I have no idea what's going on. So we get to my house, and the officer tells me my registration had expired last week. Oops. He told me since I've lived in town my whole life, and had worked in town for a few years he'd cut me a break. He followed me home so another officer wouldn't pick me off. He also told me that he told dispatch that I'd already left, and to let it go. Wow.
A couple days later, I'm on my way home from the RMV, and I've forgotten to put my expiration year sticker on my license plate like an intelligent individual, so I get pulled over, and the officer tells me my license has expired. I explain there must be a mistake, and that I just had it renewed, and show it to him. Then he explains to me that the proper indication must be visible on the outside of the car, and then I realized I had the sticker next to my shifter. I held it up, the officer shook his head, and left.
All in all, I've had good experiences.
Actually, if anyone is willing to PM me and give me some info (how to become an officer, requirements, etc.) I'd really appreciate that. I don't want to de-rail the thread.
Anyways, to contribute:
The first time I got pulled over was a month or two after I got my license. I was going ~80 in a 45, like a complete moron, and so the officer finally caught up to me. He actually pulled me over ~20 ft. from my own driveway, right in front of my neighbor's house. He was very polite, did not make assumptions, and did not give me any attitude. He asked me how fast I was going, and told him I wasn't sure (I had a ballpark idea, but didn't have an exact number). He asked again, so I just told him I was going around 70 or 80, and said I wasn't completely sure. He took my license (didn't even ask for my registration), and came back with a written warning a few minutes later. He then lectured me sternly, but not in a pompous manner, on safe driving, and why following the speed limits is important and beneficial. Then, on his way back to his car, he spotted some empty IBC root beer bottles in the back of my car (those are the ones that look exactly like beer bottles), and suddenly asked, "What are those?!" I told him what they were, and he said, "...Oh." Then he went on his way.
Fast forward a few years, and I'm getting out of work one Sunday, and I decide to run back inside for something, but in the process lock myself out of car. I see an officer in the parking lot, so I make my way over to ask him if he can help me. (It's the same officer from my first story.) He says he can help, and gives me a ride over to my car, and has me sign a waiver so that I don't sue him if a window breaks. So he opens my car for me, and then leaves. But then he circles back around and blocks my car in (!). After a moment he pulls up beside me and motions for me to roll down my window. I do, and he asks if I'm going home. I tell him I am, and he tells me he's going to follow me. At this point I am freaking out. I figure I have a warrant out, or there's some family problem and an officer was sent to find me or something. I have no idea what's going on. So we get to my house, and the officer tells me my registration had expired last week. Oops. He told me since I've lived in town my whole life, and had worked in town for a few years he'd cut me a break. He followed me home so another officer wouldn't pick me off. He also told me that he told dispatch that I'd already left, and to let it go. Wow.
A couple days later, I'm on my way home from the RMV, and I've forgotten to put my expiration year sticker on my license plate like an intelligent individual, so I get pulled over, and the officer tells me my license has expired. I explain there must be a mistake, and that I just had it renewed, and show it to him. Then he explains to me that the proper indication must be visible on the outside of the car, and then I realized I had the sticker next to my shifter. I held it up, the officer shook his head, and left.
All in all, I've had good experiences.
rocinante
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A couple months ago I too got stopped for one of those rolling stop sign. I opened up my wallet and dad burn it my drivers license was missing. I said I think I left it at the gun range. He asked if I had any guns in the car and I just shook my head no. All nonchalant on both our parts and he let me go with a warning. I really think behavior has a lot to do with interacting with officers. I just sat smoking my cigarette until he approached. Put it out. Answered his questions, didn't argue or beg for mercy. Basically business whatever attitude.
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There have been a few segments on TV, as well as articles in print giving tips on how to deal with police officers. Very few people are ever honestly taught to deal with police officers, which is made worse by the fact that many people have a great deal of contempt for police officers.
1. Be polite.
2. Don't act supiciously.
3. If stopped, turn on your interior light, and keep your hands in plain view at all times.
4. Don't rummage around in your glove box, or enclosed areas that reduce visibility where a weapon can be reduced from (console, purse, etc.)
5. Don't break the law in the first place.
6. Don't lie.
7. If you have a problem with an officer, take down their name and badge number, and file a complaint by mail later. Don't try to "file" the complaint with the officer at the time.
1. Be polite.
2. Don't act supiciously.
3. If stopped, turn on your interior light, and keep your hands in plain view at all times.
4. Don't rummage around in your glove box, or enclosed areas that reduce visibility where a weapon can be reduced from (console, purse, etc.)
5. Don't break the law in the first place.
6. Don't lie.
7. If you have a problem with an officer, take down their name and badge number, and file a complaint by mail later. Don't try to "file" the complaint with the officer at the time.
RioShooter
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Thank you for the positive story. There are thousands of traffic stops every day that never make it into the news.
Whenever I hear of law enforcement abusing their power, I have to remind myself that that is the exception, and not the rule.
Thanks also to all law enforcement officers who professionally carry-out their duties.
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I second that.RioShooter said:
drinkoj
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Good LEO experience today but at the range:
Go to the range with my daughter to shoot her .22 Buck Mark and my .40 Glock. I notice the guy in the stall next to us shooting pattern on a full size silhouette, small grouping of head shots and small grouping of center chest shots at about 15 yards. I point this out to my daughter, explaining that shot placement with her .22 can do as much if not more damage than my .40 with poor placement. Well the older guy next to must have heard me and poked his head around when she had finished shooting her clip.
He notices her gun, tells her to wait a minute, pulls out one of his own guns, and it's a Buck Mark just like hers. Ed (got to know the gentleman) who's got his state trooper badge dangling from his neck, starts talking to her and myself and see's I'm pulling her targets down from 10 yards shots. He looks them over and points out that she's doing really great (3rd range trip btw) because her spread is very small (9's and 10's on a 25 yrd pistol target) and is vertical, not horizontal. Explains to both of us that she's gonna hit a perp every time, as she's staying within the center of the body for shots always landing and not going left or right which could lead to a shot missing the body.
We shoot a few more rounds, and Ed does the same. Then while reloading, and Ed pokes his head around and asks me if my daughter could shot a few of his guns. Like I'm going to say no. Anyways, he handed her a gun, went over the basics of it, and stood beside her. First shot, BOOM, 8 pt shot. He looks at her and tells her, "Now you can tell your friends that you've shot in my opinion the most powerful handgun you can carry for defense, .45 1911 (a bunch of other stuff too)". He lets me shot it, BOOM, don't think I hit the target. hehe
Needless to say, he let's her shot a few others, and then lets me shot a 9mm gun he said he loves. Tells me not to shot at the target, but the stick that's 50 yards down the range on the burm. I pop off the first round, I'm 1 inch high from the stick. Second, 1 inch below the stick. Thrid, hit the stick exactly where I was aiming. Ed smiled and tells me that's a Desert Eagle with a few minor adjustments he's made.
Obviously, Ed could tell that we're both new to handguns and took his time to do what GOOD cops should do; learn their community and break the sterotype of police to the youth! All Ed had to do was say hi and chat a bit, but he took the time to teach my daughter some gun safety and let her fire his guns, while teaching me how to tear apart my handguns for cleaning purposes that they don't show in the books you read.
I have run across a bad cop before, but all good ones I met at the range or that have pulled me over for breaking the law (yeah I deserve somethings) have proven to me that cops are just trying to do their jobs and stay alive.
Go to the range with my daughter to shoot her .22 Buck Mark and my .40 Glock. I notice the guy in the stall next to us shooting pattern on a full size silhouette, small grouping of head shots and small grouping of center chest shots at about 15 yards. I point this out to my daughter, explaining that shot placement with her .22 can do as much if not more damage than my .40 with poor placement. Well the older guy next to must have heard me and poked his head around when she had finished shooting her clip.
He notices her gun, tells her to wait a minute, pulls out one of his own guns, and it's a Buck Mark just like hers. Ed (got to know the gentleman) who's got his state trooper badge dangling from his neck, starts talking to her and myself and see's I'm pulling her targets down from 10 yards shots. He looks them over and points out that she's doing really great (3rd range trip btw) because her spread is very small (9's and 10's on a 25 yrd pistol target) and is vertical, not horizontal. Explains to both of us that she's gonna hit a perp every time, as she's staying within the center of the body for shots always landing and not going left or right which could lead to a shot missing the body.
We shoot a few more rounds, and Ed does the same. Then while reloading, and Ed pokes his head around and asks me if my daughter could shot a few of his guns. Like I'm going to say no. Anyways, he handed her a gun, went over the basics of it, and stood beside her. First shot, BOOM, 8 pt shot. He looks at her and tells her, "Now you can tell your friends that you've shot in my opinion the most powerful handgun you can carry for defense, .45 1911 (a bunch of other stuff too)". He lets me shot it, BOOM, don't think I hit the target. hehe
Needless to say, he let's her shot a few others, and then lets me shot a 9mm gun he said he loves. Tells me not to shot at the target, but the stick that's 50 yards down the range on the burm. I pop off the first round, I'm 1 inch high from the stick. Second, 1 inch below the stick. Thrid, hit the stick exactly where I was aiming. Ed smiled and tells me that's a Desert Eagle with a few minor adjustments he's made.
Obviously, Ed could tell that we're both new to handguns and took his time to do what GOOD cops should do; learn their community and break the sterotype of police to the youth! All Ed had to do was say hi and chat a bit, but he took the time to teach my daughter some gun safety and let her fire his guns, while teaching me how to tear apart my handguns for cleaning purposes that they don't show in the books you read.
I have run across a bad cop before, but all good ones I met at the range or that have pulled me over for breaking the law (yeah I deserve somethings) have proven to me that cops are just trying to do their jobs and stay alive.
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