I'd still rather take my chances with cops then your average Vietnamese gang.
More and more these tactics are becoming common place. Pretty soon there will be no difference. Control needs to be asserted now!
I'd still rather take my chances with cops then your average Vietnamese gang.
Ah, so you know what my intent was?What you wrote was not an analogy nor was it meant to be. Here. Let me be you for a moment. 8O
City police are much more brutal than the RCMP (in general); always have been. Anybody remember the Gastown (police) riots of '68? The Montreal cops were the worst. The only difference today is that it gets reported. In the '60s, it was always the public that started riots according to the media. But I witnessed otherwise. The media still lie bout most things, but revel in sensationalism more than they did back then. They have lowered their standards to National Enquirer levels.In Canada the cops beat up everyone equally :lol:
I agree with you Cliff. I think you are giving a tad too much credit to the media when you state they have lowered their standards to that of the National Enquirer. NE is above them now.City police are much more brutal than the RCMP (in general); always have been. Anybody remember the Gastown (police) riots of '68? The Montreal cops were the worst. The only difference today is that it gets reported. In the '60s, it was always the public that started riots according to the media. But I witnessed otherwise. The media still lie bout most things, but revel in sensationalism more than they did back then. They have lowered their standards to National Enquirer levels.
So I get a call Tuesday, my first contract in my new business. So yesterday, I throw the TIG welder in the car, and think to myself, "Hey self, Pickering's pretty close to the Wilmot. Maybe you should do a little more Steelie fishing while you're out there!?" So I agree with myself, as usual, and pack 13' drift rod, my 9' fly rod and my 10' Steelhead rod in my camo rod sock (Remember that, it will be important later), fold down the backseat in the civic, and stuff them in through the trunk and rest the ends on the backrest of the passenger seat.
I make my way to Pickering, hit the restaurant at the predetermined appointment time. Set up, throw out 3" of weld, polish them down so the health dept has no issue with them, make a cool $225 bucks and bail.
Well, I pull out of the parking lot and being aware of my surroundings at all times, I immediately notice an SUV follow me out. I head to hiway 7 and turn east. Still, the SUV is behind me. I pass a couple slow pokes, and sure enough, the SUV passes them and is still behind me.
This goes on for some time. I turn off 7 when it hits hwy12 and now we're in the sticks, and sure enough, he's still there. No my bear senses are kicking in and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. I take evasive action. I pull a tail check. In which I make a turn, then another, then another, only to make a full circle and see if this clown is actually following me.
Guess what? He is. This prompts me to pull switch back. In which I make a quick turn, pull off the road, only to turn around and go back in the direction I came from.
This time he drives on by.
But as I peer into my review mirror, I see him pull a u'y a few k back.
Now I'm getting aggressive.
I head back to the route I was originally on, at the 4 way stop, I see an OPP cruiser about 3 cars back from the sign in the very direction I'm about to head. I think to myself, "Self, that's cool, there's cops in the area if this gets any weirder".
By now the SUV is gaining ground on me and manages to make the turn in my direction, before the cruiser does. He passes two cars and is back in my baffles.
In the distance infront of me, I see another cruiser heading in the opposite direction and think, "Oh boy, maybe they're looking for this guy".
Little did I know!
As the cruiser and I pass each other, I see his brake lights come on and I'm getting ready to see some cool ****, when all of a sudden, the cruiser that was at the stop sign, who is now behind the SUV whips past the SUV, pulls in behind me hits his lights, and the exciter horn. I immediately pull to the shoulder of the road. To my surprise, he pulls in behind ME!!! And the SUV drives on.
Now the cruiser that I had just driven past pulls up just short of along side me, as all the cars in the line drive on.
I look out the drivers side window at the officer in the cruiser at my side and tip my hat with a smile on my face. I'm as legal as I'll ever be and I know I haven't broken any laws, so this has to be a mistake, and in that case, to me...funny.
Suddenly I hear "DRIVER! Exit the vehicle slowly and with your hands in plain view" This of course forces me to laugh out loud. Thankfully I already put on the parking brake, or I might not be typing this today, lol.
Having done this once or twice, I go the extra step to be cautious. I stick my left hand out the window, and open my door from the out side, I spin out of the car, lace my fingers behind my head, kneel and cross my ankles.
I figure it's always safer to be one step ahead of the law in this way. It oft prevents stuff like road rash on the face. Especially when they seem quite serious.
As I'm kneeling there, who should drive by in the opposite direction? The SUV. The driver peering out the window at me.
I hear one officer walk up behind me, I feel him grasp my fingers and he asks me to stand. I oblige. He walks me over to the front of the cruiser directly behind me and he begins to pat me down as he asks...
"Sir are you carrying any weapons on you?"
"Nope, oh wait, I have a Gerber multitool on my hip, it has a knife in it"
He reaches down and unsheathes it and throws in on the hood of the cruiser. As he pats me down he pulls my cell phone, tippet line spool, and granola bar out of my hoody pouch and tosses them on the trunk of my car with my Gerbers. Then he finds my water proof license pack in the pockets on my pants, the bags of pinky worms, my gloves, my wallet, my lipsil, my bags of assort micro swivels and tiny hooks. Last but not least he took the bluetooth out of my ear. All tossed on the hood.
"Sir, are you transporting any weapons in your car?"
"Umm, no!" I replied with a chuckle.
"Would you mind if we looked through your car?"
"Be my guest" I offered.
"You can wait over here." He said as the other officer pulled my hands one by one down behind my back, into the cuff position. Which of course he couldn't complete, because my wrists won't come close to cuff distance, lol. He leans me over the hood of the cruiser and I hear his partner pop my trunk. Within a few seconds I hear the tell tale rattle of my rods being moved, a little shuffling and then...
"They're fishing rods!" He says in a sort of excited relief. I could have sworn there was a hit of disappointment in there too, lol.
"What's in the CADPAT bag and the blue case?" The officer asks.
"The CADPAT duffle has my Trout net, fly vest, fanny pak, a couple bottles of water, a ziploc bag of salmon roe, tied and loose, a slab of smoked whitefish, a slab Laker gravlox, for friends I'm meeting at Wilmot Creek, and a cartoon of contraband smokes. The Blue case contains a Miller Maxstar, mobile TIG welder sir, the receipt is actually still in the case I think. I just finished doing a job at a restaurant in Pickering."
"Mind if I have look in side them?"
"Ya sure, go ahead." I said with a chuckle.
Now that seemed to upset the officer holding my hands, lol.
"You think this is funny do you?"
"Well ya officer. I'm pretty sure I haven't done a thing wrong and yes, I'm pretty amused by the whole thing."
"Jim, I think this is pretty much a mistake here. I can see how some busybody might mistake that bag he has on his rods for a gun, but..." The officer that went through my car said.
"Sir, I'm going to let go of your hands now."
I thought to myself "Ya ok, why did you need to tell me that?"
So he let go of me and I turned around with a big smile on my face.
"You know you guys could have just asked eh?"
"Can I see your drivers license, ownership and proof of insurance?" The officer that was holding my hands asked, without skipping a beat.
"Sure" I answered as I slowly reached for it on the hood of the cruiser. He returned to his cruiser, presumably to run my papers.
Mean while, the officer that was searching my car inspected my rods.
"That's an awfully long fishing rod, what's that for?" He asked.
"That's a 13' drift rod, I can run all the way down to 2lbs test line and catch 20lbs fish."
"Get out of here!" He said.
"Yep, and that's what I'll be doing as soon as you guys finish up here."
"You fly fish to eh?" He asked.
"You bet, the harder the exercise, the more rewarding the catch." I explained.
To that he nodded with an approving smile.
"Do you want to put that bag back on your rods?" He offered. I walked over and slipped them back in the sock and put them back in the car.
"You need a bigger car for those rods. That way people won't be mistaking them for weapons." He suggested.
"Ya I wish I could afford a truck, but until my business starts making me some money, and I can get out from under some pretty heavy debt, here I am." I said with a chuckle.
He then asked me what I did for a living and I explained it and how I ended up where I was with it. Cops are good people for the most part. Just doing a job that is oft thankless. So even as he explained to me, that they were acting on a tip from someone who saw me by the restaurant in Pickering with what they thought was a very long rifle, that could be a sniper rifle. When they looked in the car, they could see a camo bag and what looked like a big box of ammo, which the officer figured was the amp for my subs and that how the driver of the vehicle with the alleged rifle in it, was all dressed in green and looked angry. Then of course, the person that called it in, gave them my plate number, and of course that brings up my records. And of course in there are numerous convictions and my history. So of course they're going to come at me pretty hard.
I fully grasp that.
Now the more serious officer comes back from his car with my papers...
"Mr. *****, why were driving erratically back on Simcoe Rd?"
"No offense officer, but that wasn't erratic driving, that was evasive driving." I said sarcastically before he interrupted me.
"Well why were you driving 'e v a s i v e l y', then?" He asked while making a quoting gesture with his fingers, in a tone that started to annoy me.
"Because some asshat was was following me, and had been following me, all the way from Pickering. My first maneuver was to ascertain whether or not I was being followed, then second was to confirm and shake the tail."
"Can you understand how we would see such driving as suspicious?"
"Yes, certainly, if I was being followed by a marked or even a plain clothes cruiser. But I wasn't, I was being followed by someone in a civilian SUV. Albeit, they were doing what they believed to be the right thing, but how exactly am I to know their intentions?"
"Fair enough." He grudgingly conceded.
At that point he turned to the "good" cop and said, "I think we're done here.". Then turned to me and offered, "Sorry for any inconvenience.", while handing me back my papers. The "good" cop put his hand out to shake mine and I did so with pleasure.
"No problem Officers. My Dad's exRCMP, cops are good guys in my books. You're just doing your jobs, and in todays society, I can recognize the fact that some pretty messed up people wander around with no business being armed."
Both of them offered their thanks for my understanding, I closed the trunk of my car, hopped in and texted all my friends, then drove on.
As I drove away, I looked in the rear view mirror, there, about 150yards behind the cruisers was the SUV, lol.
The "bad" cop was walking towards it, presumably to tell them that there was no problem. If I didn't think this was so funny, I would have a York officer buddy of mine, run his plate number, which I memorized while I was being followed, and pay him/her a visit at home, lmao!!!
Man, that was funny, I drove off laughing, as my cell phone buzzed with calls.
Not by police standards. Down on the ground doesn't mean take a seat, take a seat means take a seat.The guy was complying.....until he got tackled then natural instincts took over.
Nope, I don't go to that hole.Other site?
......you mean....CKA!
Say hi for me.![]()
Not by police standards. Down on the ground doesn't mean take a seat, take a seat means take a seat.
Nope, I don't go to that hole.
I'm a civilian, if a cop says get down, I get down. And at no time do I resist.Get down to a civilian doesn't mean lie down with your hands behind your back and even if he did know I don't think running at the guy and tackling him is the first response called for.
And if it warrants it, rightly so.These jerks will get off though....they always do.
The site has way to much crap ads and shyte and I'm not fussy about the Moderating. Even though I never ran afoul of them, I watched them abuse others.Oh dear....what happened?
I'm a civilian, if a cop says get down, I get down. And at no time do I resist .
And if it warrants it, rightly so.
The site has way to much crap ads and shyte and I'm not fussy about the Moderating. Even though I never ran afoul of them, I watched them abuse others.
In Canada the cops beat up everyone equally :lol:
More and more these tactics are becoming common place. Pretty soon there will be no difference. Control needs to be asserted now!
After he was tackled, he should have just complied.Where did he resist?
He didn't do what he was told, he sat down.After he was tackled after doing what he was told?
Perceptions.That's BS.
I hope only if their actions were warranted.Either way they will.
Pretty much.Yeah, I went there a few months back just to check it out and Trev has turned it into a messy commercial....oh well.
After he was tackled, he should have just complied.
He didn't do what he was told, he sat down.
Perceptions.
I hope only if their actions were warranted.
Yep, been there, done that. Now I just do as I was trained, lol. And I always walk away.If in the same situation are you going to tell me you'd just rag-doll and let them have their way with you....er..in a matter of speaking of course.![]()
I concede.He was told to get down.....perceptions.
Unknown. There are many unknown is this situation though, so I reserve judgement on my final opinion on the matter at this point.Why was he not asked after the fact to lie down instead of a full on tackle then another dude kicking him in the stomach and driving his knee into his back....was he packing?
And I can see how you would come to that conclusion.Again...BS.
I would concur. There has to be more to the story here.In fact, it looked to me like the officer who tackled him was already running at him before he could even comply with that directive let alone follow another one.
Probably.Still smells like crap to me....but don't worry...they'll laugh about it back at the station or union hall in a few weeks when they get back from their paid holiday.;-)
Not at all, just putting my perspective out there.Seems you have already deemed them to be warranted...
I have friends who are ex cops because that's not true...and they will get off no matter what....they always do...time and time again.
Yep, been there, done that. Now I just do as I was trained, lol. And I always walk away.
I concede.
Unknown. There are many unknown is this situation though, so I reserve judgement on my final opinion on the matter at this point.
And I can see how you would come to that conclusion.
I would concur. There has to be more to the story here.
Probably.
Not at all, just putting my perspective out there.
I have friends who are ex cops because that's not true.
I think I told you long ago, that we really aren't that far apart in our thinking.I'm really beginning to like you Bear.8O