Not happy.
Now that everything is over with, I think I can go ahead and post some details.
It started with me and a friend, call him D, got into my car and headed over to pick up a third friend, call him S. S lives in a bad part of town, so we decided to get in, and get out, as fast as possible. I had my gun in a shoulder holster on my right side, and was sitting in the front passenger seat, D was driving. We got to S's house, and killed the engine in his driveway, then honked for him to come outside. When he did, he decided to try pulling a Bo duke and slide over the hood of my car. S is not the most graceful person, and he wound up falling off, onto the end of his driveway. Allegedly, someone called the police and reported a black male being struck by a car because S was laying at the end of his driveway. We of course didnt know about that at the time, and I got out to help him up. About the time we both got back into the vehicle, myself back in the front passenger seat, and S in the rear passenger seat, two bicycle cops show up. I turned my digital tape recorder on, and put it in my spare mag pouch. One of the bike cops threw his bicycle down in front of my car, blocking any exit, and cut his leg on the chain gear in the process, They were both wearing shorts at the time.
They both approached my car, one on the driver side, one on the passenger, which I assume is normal procedure, and the older of the two, on the driver side, proceeded to begin asking the three of us questions, why were we out there, what our names were, that sort of thing. Now, I have had run-ins with the cops out here before, and they always run the same course, But this time seemed different, as the younger of the two had his gun unsnapped and his hand on it. The older of the two finally stated that they had gotten a call about a black male being hit by a car, and that they believed it to be my car. I finally spoke up at this point, informing them that no one had been hit, that S was just goofing around and fell off the hood. About that time, the younger cop noticed the handle of my mossberg 500 tactical shotgun sticking out from under the back of the driver seat, and proceeded to pull his gun, put it against S's head, and started shouting at us. "Move and I will f***ing kill you!" I had no idea what the problem was, considering I always keep my shotgun under the driver seat, as well as two rifles in the trunk. I didnt even think the shotgun was an issue, as none of the previous stops had made it one.
The older cop drew his gun as well, clearly confused as to what was happening, and reached in with his free hand to yank the keys out of the ignition, throwing them on top of my car. The younger cop reached in, unlocked the rear passenger door, and forcibly removed S, throwing him to the ground while shouting "I got the black guy!" Myself and D, the driver, stayed where we were, still trying to figure out what had happened. After S was handcuffed, and several more cops, with cars, showed up, along with two ambulances and a firetruck, We were removed as well. D got out on his own, and was walked off to the side to be interrogated, While I was also forcibly removed and handcuffed. My gun was -then- taken off my side as I was patted down. The spare mag on my left side was removed, tossed to the ground, and then the younger cop removed my digital recorder, from the second mag pouch. He held it up for the other cops to see, then threw it onto the asphalt, breaking it open and then loudly exclaiming, "Oops, it fell." Once he had removed all my belongings, including my cell phone, I was pushed to the ground and held in place by his knee. Roughly ten minutes later, He got off my back and began helping the other cops search my car. My shotgun was removed and placed on the squad car behind them, followed by my rifles, my pistol, and the assorted other weapons in my trunk. Myself and S remained handcuffed, face down on the asphalt, for about two and a half hours, the time it took them to search my entire vehicle twice, pull the seat cushions out, put a snake cam down my gas tank, and then do a mirror search of the underside.
After this was done, they came back over to myself and S, D was sitting a few hundred feet off, talking to another cop, and proceeded to take out their cell phones to take pictures of our faces. Now, I have an eye disorder, known as photo-phobia, that requires me to wear prescription sunglasses at all times during the day. My sunglasses were removed, despite my protests, so that they could take these pictures. I of course had to close my eyes tightly, and continued to repeat to them that I needed my glasses back. It took nearly twenty minutes for one of them to finally put them back on for me, as I was -still- handcuffed.
Roughly three hours after it began, they finally uncuffed myself and S, sitting us up on the side of the road and citing us both for Unlawful Possession, as they claimed the shotgun was loaded. I vehemently denied this, as I knew, as well as D and S, that there was no round in the chamber of the gun. They ignored me for a few minutes, then told me to "Shut the f**k up or we'll find something else too." Several of the cops left after that, taking my shotgun, but not my rifles, or my pistol, and left us to clean up all my belongings. Six months and four court hearings later, I was told I could either forfeit the shotgun, and have all charges against myself and S dropped, or we could both sit in jail for two months awaiting a trial. Neither of us can afford to lose our jobs, and two months in jail for a crime that the state itself wanted to drop just wasnt feasible, so I of course caved in to their blackmail and forfeited the gun. Just like that, all charges were dropped, and nothing more was said.
So thats that. I am in the market for a replacement 500 tactical, and the so called 'Justice System" has made a permanent -Anti Gov- out of me.