modelflyer2003
Sharpshooter
Got off work and was on my knees metal detecting in Connersville, Indiana at a side street curb strip digging a real nice tone and expecting a dime to come to me very very shortly, when I was approached by 4 law enforcement officials (two Connersville City police officers and two Fayette County deputies). I was wearing an old pair of dirty jeans, a teeshirt, and a dirty ball hat.
Cop 1: Are you OK?
Me: Yes. Fine. Thank you.
Cop 1: We got a call and someone said you might be having some trouble, but I can see you're just metal detecting.
Me: No trouble.
Cop 1: Find anything?
Me: No.
Cop 1: OK.
[Indicates towards and OBVIOUSLY vacant home 40 feet away]
Do you live here?
Me: No.
Cop 1: I don’t think the owner would want you digging up his yard.
Me: As I understand it, the owner of the property owns to the sidewalk. The City owns the strip between the sidewalk and the street.
[Turns to fellow police officer.]
Cop 1: Is that true?
Cop 2: The landowner would own the land up to the sidewalk and the city owns the easement. The owner of the property is responsible for the upkeep of the curb strip. So yes, he’s correct…but I’m not sure the City wants him digging here.
[Metal detecting on the curb strip is a perfectly legal activity]
Cop 1: Where do you live?
Me: Richmond [Indiana, Town 35 minutes away]
Cop 1: Then what brings you to Connersville?
[Still on my knees]
Me: I’m a Nurse Practitioner and I practice medicine here in Connersville. I just got off work.
Cop 1:Well…I didn’t expect that.
Me: If you don’t want me to metal detect here I can leave.
Cop 1: OK.
I filled my hole in and put my gear in the back of my SUV. As I got to my door I saw a couple of people standing on their porch with their hands on their hips at the house across the street looking at me. It was obvious that they are the ones that called. I looked at them and gave them a big wave like I knew them, so that the cops and the couple could see that I knew they called. I got in my SUV and drove away. I wasn’t finding much anyway. It was planning to go home after that hole anyway. I just wanted to leave on a high note. That didn’t happen.
As I drove home, a million things I could have said entered my mind. In the end it was a success for me, because I didn’t get Jack Boot Thug’ed (not a impossibility by any stretch). He never asked me for my ID, didn’t run my license plate, ask me if I had any weapons on me, pat me down, or arrested on some bogus charge that I would have to explain to the Board.
Things that entered my mind:
I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them. I’m not anti-cop, I just don’t trust them, because I used to be a police officer. We both treated each other with respect, but I know when he got the radio call, the encounter didn’t end like he thought it would, and I don’t mean that I was having some medical issue.
Cop 1: Are you OK?
Me: Yes. Fine. Thank you.
Cop 1: We got a call and someone said you might be having some trouble, but I can see you're just metal detecting.
Me: No trouble.
Cop 1: Find anything?
Me: No.
Cop 1: OK.
[Indicates towards and OBVIOUSLY vacant home 40 feet away]
Do you live here?
Me: No.
Cop 1: I don’t think the owner would want you digging up his yard.
Me: As I understand it, the owner of the property owns to the sidewalk. The City owns the strip between the sidewalk and the street.
[Turns to fellow police officer.]
Cop 1: Is that true?
Cop 2: The landowner would own the land up to the sidewalk and the city owns the easement. The owner of the property is responsible for the upkeep of the curb strip. So yes, he’s correct…but I’m not sure the City wants him digging here.
[Metal detecting on the curb strip is a perfectly legal activity]
Cop 1: Where do you live?
Me: Richmond [Indiana, Town 35 minutes away]
Cop 1: Then what brings you to Connersville?
[Still on my knees]
Me: I’m a Nurse Practitioner and I practice medicine here in Connersville. I just got off work.
Cop 1:Well…I didn’t expect that.
Me: If you don’t want me to metal detect here I can leave.
Cop 1: OK.
I filled my hole in and put my gear in the back of my SUV. As I got to my door I saw a couple of people standing on their porch with their hands on their hips at the house across the street looking at me. It was obvious that they are the ones that called. I looked at them and gave them a big wave like I knew them, so that the cops and the couple could see that I knew they called. I got in my SUV and drove away. I wasn’t finding much anyway. It was planning to go home after that hole anyway. I just wanted to leave on a high note. That didn’t happen.
As I drove home, a million things I could have said entered my mind. In the end it was a success for me, because I didn’t get Jack Boot Thug’ed (not a impossibility by any stretch). He never asked me for my ID, didn’t run my license plate, ask me if I had any weapons on me, pat me down, or arrested on some bogus charge that I would have to explain to the Board.
Things that entered my mind:
- “Well if the person thought I was having a problem, why didn’t he/she come over to see if I was in need of help?”
- “So, I’m not breaking the law if the city owns this and not the land owner?”
- “Well what did you expect I did for a living? Do you mean I don’t look like an educated man?”
- “I can be in Connersville if I want to be.”
- “It takes four of you to see if I am alright? Well I’m ok, so you can probably call off the ambulance.”
I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them. I’m not anti-cop, I just don’t trust them, because I used to be a police officer. We both treated each other with respect, but I know when he got the radio call, the encounter didn’t end like he thought it would, and I don’t mean that I was having some medical issue.
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