We have had our own run in with officers of the law while we're out caching. Luckily, the other half of our RedDarling duo's dad is a copper. Shortly after we got into caching, MrRedDarling told his dad about how fun it is and how it lets us exercise and build stuff together. As we got more and more into it, we found out that two cops in the area cached. (With names with the words "Speedtrap" and "Law" in them, it's a give-away.) Anyway, we haven't had much trouble from any city cops, because we're stealthier than ninjas.
However, county Sheriff's another deal:
We had gone caching in the early afternoon at a local nature preserve, Pioneer Ridge, and after we had found the cache and got back to the truck I took off my sweater because all the hiking made me warm. After a few minutes, we get back into the truck and drive off, happy as could be. Well, I had forgotten completely about my sweater until he was about to take me home around 11:30 pm. I figure it must be out at Pioneer Ridge, so we start across town to get there. MrRedDarling even remarked, "I just know there's going to be a cop or something and then my dad will know and all because you can't remember to put your clothes on." I just kind of giggled thinking he was going to be wrong. But then it turned out, I was. We pulled up to the turn off and there were 2 cars, parked in opposing directions and 3 guys hanging around. We roll down the window, the Sheriff wants our IDs, since I don't have mine I have to tell him my name and birthday. We tell him we're just going to look for my sweater I lost while geocaching, and that it'll only take us a few seconds. While he's checking our info, a guy with him (not a sheriff) approaches my window and starts asking about Geocaching. Playing it cool, I explained everything to the guy. Luckily we still had our GPS [Even better, we've got the eXplorist Geocaching Edition] in the glove box. The guy was truly interested and seemed really cool. The sheriff came back and started to get mouthy with us. Since we're two 18 year olds going out to a secluded place in nature, he automatically thinks we're trying to look for a place to get frisky. We assured him that we're be back in just a few minutes. He then remarked, "Good, otherwise I'll come after you." Luckily we found my sweater, just where it had fallen off the hood, and turned around and showed the guy my sweater as we drove out of there. I can understand his concern, but he just needs to have a little faith that not all teenagers are crazy sex-fiends, some of us are just geocaching-fiends.
That being said, our trouble deferring bumper-sticker should say, "Not Getting it On, Just Geocaching."