Many will say I'm overreacting, and will assault my character, but here's what happened.
I drive to a local lake because it's 71 degrees and sunny in my older caddy with my significant other. I park on an elevated parking lot about 150 feet from the lake's shore. I'm puffing on a cigar standing outside my car gazing down on the beautiful lake, glad to be away from the vileness of humanity. A couple of young guys have a stringer of crappie lakeside. I see a green Dodge pickup with a "Conservation Police: Illinois Department of Fish and Game" moniker on the sides of the pick up. It heads my way and parks next to me. Out roll 2 conservation cops, with glocks on belts and nylon thigh straps. I'm thinking, is cigar smoking illegal? Younger cop, about 25, block-headed, about 250 pounds, grins at me and asks "Are you fishing?"
My first thought (thanks THR) was "5th Amendment," I don't have to answer this kid. My sarcastic next thought was "Yah, I always fish from an asphalt parking lot 150 feet from the lake with no visible poles or fishing gear." I answer "no." He then looks me over, not apparently satisfied with my answer. "What are you doing, just hanging...round?" I'm starting to really think about invoking my 5th. I'm thinking "What the hell is it any of your business what I'm doing? I'm actually trying to escape harrassment by LE goons like you." I respond "Just enjoying the beautiful day, the lake, and the loud red-winged blackbirds." He responds "Yah, they are pretty loud, yep."
The 2 cops amble away in their camo utility pants toward the lake. They pull up the stringer of crappie looking for illegal bass that have to meet a certain size limit.
My problems: No probable cause to say anything to me other than "good afternoon sir, a gorgeous day, isn't it?"
underscores in my mind that we're a Police State.
explains why I don't hunt or fish--I'm at the further mercy of laws
I drive to a local lake because it's 71 degrees and sunny in my older caddy with my significant other. I park on an elevated parking lot about 150 feet from the lake's shore. I'm puffing on a cigar standing outside my car gazing down on the beautiful lake, glad to be away from the vileness of humanity. A couple of young guys have a stringer of crappie lakeside. I see a green Dodge pickup with a "Conservation Police: Illinois Department of Fish and Game" moniker on the sides of the pick up. It heads my way and parks next to me. Out roll 2 conservation cops, with glocks on belts and nylon thigh straps. I'm thinking, is cigar smoking illegal? Younger cop, about 25, block-headed, about 250 pounds, grins at me and asks "Are you fishing?"
My first thought (thanks THR) was "5th Amendment," I don't have to answer this kid. My sarcastic next thought was "Yah, I always fish from an asphalt parking lot 150 feet from the lake with no visible poles or fishing gear." I answer "no." He then looks me over, not apparently satisfied with my answer. "What are you doing, just hanging...round?" I'm starting to really think about invoking my 5th. I'm thinking "What the hell is it any of your business what I'm doing? I'm actually trying to escape harrassment by LE goons like you." I respond "Just enjoying the beautiful day, the lake, and the loud red-winged blackbirds." He responds "Yah, they are pretty loud, yep."
The 2 cops amble away in their camo utility pants toward the lake. They pull up the stringer of crappie looking for illegal bass that have to meet a certain size limit.
My problems: No probable cause to say anything to me other than "good afternoon sir, a gorgeous day, isn't it?"
underscores in my mind that we're a Police State.
explains why I don't hunt or fish--I'm at the further mercy of laws