SigGuy23
Activist Member
So it's 11:30 P.M. Tuesday night. I'm watching some lame low budget movie I got from redbox. All the sudden I hear a pounding on my front door. I ask myself who the hell is knocking on my door so late? I walk to the door and peek through the window to see it's a Snohomish County Sheriff's deputy. I open the door.
SD: Keep your hands up where I can see them.
ME: Ok what's the problem?
SD: I see that you're armed. I'm going to take it for my saftey.
He proceeds to reach is arm into my house without permission and takes my firearm from the holster. He then releases the magazine and ejects the round (wich went flying under the bush along the siding of my house.)
SD: Put your hands against the wall while we talk and don't make any rash movements. I'm here for a DV.
ME: DV?
SD: Domestic violence. Someone called 911 reporting a DV. Is everthing ok? Who's in the house with you?
ME: I honestly have not a clue what you're talking about. I live alone and there is no one here.
SD: I heard you talking to someone when I came to the door.
ME: I was watching a movie when you showed up. I have a Surround Sound System set up. That's what you were hearing. I wasn't talking to anyone.
SD: So just to clarify there is no one here besides you? Can I come in and look around?
ME: No you can't I'm telling you the truth.
SD: The neighbors said they heard screaming.
ME: I heard something next door about a half hour ago. It only lasted for like 30 seconds. I didn't think much of it.
SD: Ok Thanks for your help I'm going to give you your gun back and the mag and round are on the ground. You can grab them when I walk away.
He left and I had to search for my round for a few minutes due to the low light. I found it. I then reloaded my firearm and put it back in the hoslter.
I have been beating myself up for 2 days now because I didn't say much and that I let him take my firearm. I wasn't assertive enough. All I can say was it's like the words just escaped and I couldn't say anything. I've been telling myself I should of got his name and badge number. I'm was thinking about emailing the sherif, but with what information? I didn't get anything. I'm just going to have to chop this up to a learning experience for next time I come in contact with a LEO like that.
Let the shoulda, woulda, coulda's begin.
SD: Keep your hands up where I can see them.
ME: Ok what's the problem?
SD: I see that you're armed. I'm going to take it for my saftey.
He proceeds to reach is arm into my house without permission and takes my firearm from the holster. He then releases the magazine and ejects the round (wich went flying under the bush along the siding of my house.)
SD: Put your hands against the wall while we talk and don't make any rash movements. I'm here for a DV.
ME: DV?
SD: Domestic violence. Someone called 911 reporting a DV. Is everthing ok? Who's in the house with you?
ME: I honestly have not a clue what you're talking about. I live alone and there is no one here.
SD: I heard you talking to someone when I came to the door.
ME: I was watching a movie when you showed up. I have a Surround Sound System set up. That's what you were hearing. I wasn't talking to anyone.
SD: So just to clarify there is no one here besides you? Can I come in and look around?
ME: No you can't I'm telling you the truth.
SD: The neighbors said they heard screaming.
ME: I heard something next door about a half hour ago. It only lasted for like 30 seconds. I didn't think much of it.
SD: Ok Thanks for your help I'm going to give you your gun back and the mag and round are on the ground. You can grab them when I walk away.
He left and I had to search for my round for a few minutes due to the low light. I found it. I then reloaded my firearm and put it back in the hoslter.
I have been beating myself up for 2 days now because I didn't say much and that I let him take my firearm. I wasn't assertive enough. All I can say was it's like the words just escaped and I couldn't say anything. I've been telling myself I should of got his name and badge number. I'm was thinking about emailing the sherif, but with what information? I didn't get anything. I'm just going to have to chop this up to a learning experience for next time I come in contact with a LEO like that.
Let the shoulda, woulda, coulda's begin.