Got out last night for the last night of the killing season. Between the cold and just being too busy I haven't gotten out in over a week. Dog just went nuts running around really didn't do much besides sight chase a fox before getting zapped.
On the way home is where the story really starts. I was only maybe a mile and half from home to start with. I get into the middle of the village and a deputy pulls me over for an out tail light (yeah I knew it was out its a wiring problem). He must have been fresh out of the academy. He pulls me over right in front of the school where there's no shoulder. So my trucks in the lane and he comes up to the passenger window. My hands are hanging out the drivers window and the truck is off.
That's when he see's my 22 on the seat. Pulls his gun and says hands where I can see them. I said they're out the window. He says put them on top of the wheel so I do. Then he realizes he needs to come around the truck. So he says put them back out the window. So I do. Then typical slowly with our left hand open the door and step out. Now I had previously taken off my headlamp but the battery was still in my pocket. So I step out and now I'm stuck by the cord. I explain he's got to take the battery out of my pocket.
Then he realizes I've got my pistol on too. So he cuffs me. Now I'm like ok this is by the book its going to be a long night. He says he needs to take my pistol out and put it on the seat. I said I understand but I'm not consenting to any search but am not going to stop you from doing what you need to. I explain how to undo the safety strap and thumb brake so he finally gets the pistol out. He walks me back to the car and asks what I'm doing with all the (2) guns. I said I'm hunting the dog is friendly but a pup he'll jump on you and want to play.
Then the conversation got smoother. Turns out he's a hunter too (not a houndsman though). But the story keeps going. So he needs my id and permit. I said they're in my back pockets of my inside pants. Being a hunter he understood what that meant. So he uncuffs one hand for the permit then the other for the id. Then says he's got to put me in car and needs to take my
chest pack off. For those that use it you know it slides over one arm. So cuffs off again. I'm like really you have to keep these on?
Finally we're in the car and he's doing his check. We're talking I gave him a business card explained my 22 was a prototype
HT60 and had a few good laughs. He says he's not going to write me the ticket because I've been such a good sport. He says he has to make me wait on the side walk until he pulls away. I said I've got a problem though. Look at my truck. The four ways are just about out the battery is dead. It's been below 0 for a week on a five year old cheap battery and I only drove the truck a mile and a half with two starts in there.
I told him I'll just have to walk the half mile home get my car jump it and walk back because there's no way my wife is getting the baby up to come jump me when I'm that close. He says he can't do that because the guns would be unsecured in the truck. I said I'll carry them home. With a wide eyed look he say I can't walk through the village with a gun. I'm thinking to myself done that plenty of times before. Finally he settles on leaving me in the cuffs and jumping my truck with his cruiser.
45 minutes later I was home with a story for the books. Never a dull night running Raccoons!
