Van-Tramp
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I am parked well outside city limits on Oregon State public land (legal to camp for 14 days here), well down a dirt road that requires most vehicles to sacrifice their paint job to the trees and bushes you have to push through to get to this spot. There was no way another human was going to come down this road, until just now... a Sheriff pulls up!
Now, many of you guys know my feelings on answering knocks on my van's door - I don't, even if it is a police officer. I do not consent to searches, and I do not answer too many questions when asked... not without a lawyer present. And you know I normally carry a pistol on my hip too. Now, let me tell you how that all went down.
The officer pulled up, and began exiting his vehicle. I walked up to him with a smile and extended my hand for a shake. Always a good first sign to any officer, that my hand is open, empty, and extended in a friendly gesture. He took it, shook it, and we exchanged initial pleasantries. He expressed his surprise in finding us so far off the beaten path and was blown away by the view we had over the town and ocean below. "This is a cool spot you found". It was all quite pleasant while he made sure we understood the camping limit (14 days) and the fire restrictions of the area. By this time, Kerri came out to join the conversation as well. At one point I thought he asked to look in the van, which I was going to tell him no, but it turned out that I misheard him. He made no request to look in or search the van.
Eventually the officer asked for ID... "for safety reasons"... all innocent about the request. Now here is the thing, by law I am not required to show my ID to an officer unless I am suspected of breaking a law. He knows this. I know this. Did I fret on it? Nope. I was going to happily show him my ID... but the problem is that I had just woke from a nap and left two things back in the van, one right on top of the other; my wallet, and my pistol.
So, normally I would not offer up any more information then strictly required, but I also understand this guy is out in the woods talking to a guy he knows nothing about and I was just about to REACH FOR MY GUN. Instead of making what might be a deadly decision, I stopped the conversation (and Kerri, who was on her way back into the van already) and explained to the officer, "before I go reaching in there I want you to know that my wallet is right beside my pistol in there". "No problems, I'm happy to hear you are armed out here" he said, then decided my ID wasn't all that important after all.
We talked about the Monstaliner paint job on the van, our travels up the West coast this year, and South Dakota (he was from there originally and the plates on the van are South Dakota). He noted our names and was extremely pleasant through out the exchange. And so was I. It all went smoothly and he wished us happy travels as he pulled out.
See what happened there? Absolutely nothing. A great guy that I would have handed a beer on any other day, as are most LEOs. He gave me no BS and I gave him none in return. I kept within my rights without being an A-hole and even cut him a little slack on the ID request. Although, he would have been turned down if he asked questions of any substance or to peek inside the van, but he did not.
I had another nearly identical incident a few weeks back when we first arrived in Oregon. A LEO Ranger pulled up to our camp. This time I was carrying my pistol on my hip. And I did exactly the same thing, approached with a smile and an extended hand. We small-talked for a minute while he made sure I understood the rules of the area. I offered no info to him and he asked for none in return (not even my name). He wished us well and moved on as well. Easy-peasy.
I write this for two reason; 1) to show how the vast majority of LEO encounters in the wild play out (even while armed), and 2) to show that it is extremely easy to be polite and respectful to the LEO while not giving up any of your rights or protections.
Now, many of you guys know my feelings on answering knocks on my van's door - I don't, even if it is a police officer. I do not consent to searches, and I do not answer too many questions when asked... not without a lawyer present. And you know I normally carry a pistol on my hip too. Now, let me tell you how that all went down.
The officer pulled up, and began exiting his vehicle. I walked up to him with a smile and extended my hand for a shake. Always a good first sign to any officer, that my hand is open, empty, and extended in a friendly gesture. He took it, shook it, and we exchanged initial pleasantries. He expressed his surprise in finding us so far off the beaten path and was blown away by the view we had over the town and ocean below. "This is a cool spot you found". It was all quite pleasant while he made sure we understood the camping limit (14 days) and the fire restrictions of the area. By this time, Kerri came out to join the conversation as well. At one point I thought he asked to look in the van, which I was going to tell him no, but it turned out that I misheard him. He made no request to look in or search the van.
Eventually the officer asked for ID... "for safety reasons"... all innocent about the request. Now here is the thing, by law I am not required to show my ID to an officer unless I am suspected of breaking a law. He knows this. I know this. Did I fret on it? Nope. I was going to happily show him my ID... but the problem is that I had just woke from a nap and left two things back in the van, one right on top of the other; my wallet, and my pistol.
So, normally I would not offer up any more information then strictly required, but I also understand this guy is out in the woods talking to a guy he knows nothing about and I was just about to REACH FOR MY GUN. Instead of making what might be a deadly decision, I stopped the conversation (and Kerri, who was on her way back into the van already) and explained to the officer, "before I go reaching in there I want you to know that my wallet is right beside my pistol in there". "No problems, I'm happy to hear you are armed out here" he said, then decided my ID wasn't all that important after all.
We talked about the Monstaliner paint job on the van, our travels up the West coast this year, and South Dakota (he was from there originally and the plates on the van are South Dakota). He noted our names and was extremely pleasant through out the exchange. And so was I. It all went smoothly and he wished us happy travels as he pulled out.
See what happened there? Absolutely nothing. A great guy that I would have handed a beer on any other day, as are most LEOs. He gave me no BS and I gave him none in return. I kept within my rights without being an A-hole and even cut him a little slack on the ID request. Although, he would have been turned down if he asked questions of any substance or to peek inside the van, but he did not.
I had another nearly identical incident a few weeks back when we first arrived in Oregon. A LEO Ranger pulled up to our camp. This time I was carrying my pistol on my hip. And I did exactly the same thing, approached with a smile and an extended hand. We small-talked for a minute while he made sure I understood the rules of the area. I offered no info to him and he asked for none in return (not even my name). He wished us well and moved on as well. Easy-peasy.
I write this for two reason; 1) to show how the vast majority of LEO encounters in the wild play out (even while armed), and 2) to show that it is extremely easy to be polite and respectful to the LEO while not giving up any of your rights or protections.