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Jonno23
Location: Phoenix, Az, Sector zz9 Plural Z Alpha Gender: Male Total Likes: 45 likes
This space for rent
| | | Re: Times caught by the police as a rookie UE < Reply # 181 on 3/10/2014 4:15 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | About 4 months ago I was taking a neighbor friend to Trotter for his first exploring trip since getting his new DSLR. We made it in just fine. Parked across the main road in the neighborhood and walked right in through the fence. We were in for about 25 minutes, when the security people came through with their cart, screaming that they saw us and had called the cops. 10 minutes later, PD showed up. Buddy and I walked right down to them and he flashed his badge. Yes. My friend is a cop. we talked to them for about 15 minutes, and they asked us to take off if we didn't mind please. We told them that we left a camera bag upstairs when they pulled up. They said ok, go grab it and head out when we were done. The security guy just stared at them the whole time, but was cool about the situation. We went back up to the roof and he took a few more pics, and we left about an hour later. Security guy waved to us on our way out.
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| Blah Blah Blah. Shut up and open the damn door. "It's ok Officer, I watch a lot of cop shows on tv, so i am practically one of you guys." - sadly, that didn't work. http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonno23/ All my photos suck. |
| Dark_Aaron
Location: Memphis Gender: Male Total Likes: 73 likes
901 urbex it
| | | Re: Times caught by the police as a rookie UE < Reply # 185 on 4/23/2014 4:03 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by jeepdave Bees. Fucking bees. I hate fucking Bees. I detest bees. Whats better, is walkin the back way to a score, steppin on a bees nest, runnin OUT OF YOUR FUCKING SHOES, tripping, fallin, getting stung on your face AND FUCKING BARE FEET CAUSE ONE FOUND A WAY INTO YOUR GODDAMN SOCK! I mean really? You stung my fuckin foot. And you can't get back at a bee. Its a fucking bee. What can you do to a bee. Nothing, thats what you can do. Not a GODDAMN FUCKING THING. So, now, you don't want to explore. You are a solid mile of woods and rocks and gravel road from your car. You can't find your shoes because the fuckin shoe fairy of the wood must have gotten them, and it wouldn't fit your left foot anymore since its swollen up. So you walk. Barefoot. With one throbbing. With your lip swollen due to a sting, along with the 10 other stings you have. All the way back to your car. A cop is the least of your worries and at that point, you will just knock the shit out of him anyway because maybe, just maybe, he will pull out the gun and put you out of your misery.
So yeah, fuck bees.
| Reminded me of this.
| Prohobo in training. Best thread on UER |
| nicofrombo
Total Likes: 1 like
| | | Re: Times caught by the police as a rookie UE < Reply # 195 on 4/28/2021 10:34 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Here's a LONG story: A small group from my high school class wanted to party, but nobody's house was available. We decided a beach at sunset would be nice, and people started spewing their ideas. My close friend, who I've explored with in the past, told the group that he knew a secret beach (former military RCA tower site on the coast). I'd been there several times, and once encountered some violently protective locals, so I was not overly enthusiastic about the recommendation, but I was overruled by the group who thought the place sounded cool. I had assumed 10-15 kids MAX (many of our 'parties' were just small hangouts where people would drink/smoke). We headed out for the beach, which was an hour drive. Parking was at the end of a long dirt road, and you had to hop a barbed wire fence and descend a short (20ft) cliff with a rope to get down to the sand. I arrived with my three passengers, trekked out to the beach, and chose a spot to set up. 20 minutes later, a mob of what must have been at least 30 kids clumsily sliding down the cliff. Half were already drunk or high, and they'd brought a full cooler of shitty light brews. Anyway, it was mostly a good time other than the fact that I was continuously battling with the notion that there was no way we were getting out of there unnoticed. It didn't help that I was already high off one of the j's I'd brought with me, which channeled my anxiety into stoned paranoia. An hour or so later, we began preparing to leave. I had sobered up and at this point was expecting to at least find a ticket on my truck. It was dark, and people were drunkenly packing up their stuff. All was in our bags, and we were headed for the cliff, where we were met by a chubby young officer who was obviously new at the job. In an excruciatingly cocky and laughable voice, the officer yelled, "Ohhh boy. We're gonna have some unhappy parents tonight! Littering and underage drinking? (we had made a point taking all trash with us; there was no littering) Some serious fines! Anyone age 18+?". Nobody responded, but there were some faint chuckles at his sheer cockiness. He assumed we were all minors, without checking a single ID. We were asked to call our parents so he could talk to them, and so they could come pick us up. My friend handed the cop his phone, with his "mom" on the line (it was just another friend hiding around the corner, calling from her phone). The officer explained the situation, and demanded that she come pickup her son. In an unnecessarily comedic voice, the friend on the phone said, "F*** no! I ain't driving an hour to pick up that little sh**! Why don't you shove that "Good evening, ma'am" up your a$$? I am releasing him to himself,"(<which is perfectly legal in a scenario with minors like this). She then proceeded to insult him with lines like, "Tell me- how many bribes did you take today?," and, "You're a cop- shouldn't you be off screwing someone's wife?" etc... His dumbfounded and speechless face made it clear that his nasty attitude had been defeated- by a teenage girl, no less. The group interpreted this as his surrender. After he released the one kid, he was engulfed by a cacophony of kids yelling, giving random excuses, and shoving their phones in his face. Meanwhile, the dd's, including my no longer high self, jumped in their cars and the mob scrambled to join. The baffled officer was at the base of the cliff, struggling to climb up with the thin, frayed rope. We all made it back home safely, the cop not having recorded a single name or license plate. No fines, tickets, charges, or parents contacted. We then, in the heat of our 'victory', held an afterparty at a local park. One of my favorite high school memories by far! Sorry it's so long- felt like all context was necessary
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| mahous
Location: Long Island Total Likes: 0 likes
Exploring underwater, too.
| | | Re: Times caught by the police as a rookie UE < Reply # 198 on 8/25/2022 3:40 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Not police, but private security. Unmarked car with blacked out windows behind the place ; I literally peered through its windows and still didn't see him, somehow. We enter, and about twenty seconds later I hear the door open behind us again. We keep walking, he jogs to catch up to us, and at that point we figured it wasn't worth running away. He asked our business, checked my bag (it only had a flashlights and McDonald's coupons), and told us basically to take a quick walk around to get it out of our system then leave and never return. I guess once he saw we weren't there for drugs, arson, or a combination of the two, it would be best just to let us go. Still thankful about that, but not sure I'd have been treated quite so leniently if I was older at the time.
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