1. Twice on one run to Aurora IL, the first cache we came to (about 5am) , my caching partner drops the cache into the sewer. While we are trying to retrieve and replace it some local calls the fuzz, which shows up just as we are returning to the Jeep to head out. That officer was familiar with the game, no problem.
2. About 10 the same night, we are at a dead end in an industrial area, no one around, and we get the spotlight from a cruiser. She wasn't familiar with the game, we DNFd and couldn't show her what we were looking for, but she was cool and let us go.
3. Same caching partner in St. Louis, at a park, a park cop asks us what we are doing at the shelter (I was climbing on the table, looking for the dreaded shelter nano). This guy is also a cacher, but wasn't familiar with this particular one so couldn't help us out.
4. Solo caching in Nashville, a security guard asked me to move my vehicle from a designated parking spot, but when I explained what I was doing and would only take 2 minutes he let me stay, nice guy.
5. The one that didn't get away. After a long day of cemetery run caching with Super_cacher Sun and his buddy Ultra cacher, Mum was doing a few over the limit on the way home and a cute trooper pulled me over to have a few words, take my license as bond, and give me a couple of tickets.
Stopped by police, naahhh, not me.