“What is in those gunny sacks” demanded the Deputy Sheriff.
“Snakes”, replied my friend. “Go ahead and check”.
We were stopped by the side of a Colorado 14 in a VW Transporter, in 1968, pulled over by a suspicious deputy (with no legal justification) based on our vehicle and appearance. He started searching our vehicle.
The Deputy opened the first sack and saw a dozen pissed off rattlesnakes. Didn’t even tie the sack back up, just went back to his cruiser and drove off.
My friend had a contract with Colorado State University to collect two dozen rattlesnakes and asked me to help. He had fabricated some snares on four foot poles and had two stout gunny sacks to contain the snakes.
We went to the Pawnee Buttes area near the Wyoming border and started hunting the snakes. It took several hours and, after catching enough, we headed to Fort Collins. Just past Briggsdale we were pulled over.
A recent reading of ways people have pranked police brought out this memory.
The Deputy probably though he had struck the mother lode on a hot, and boring, afternoon. Two bearded “hippies” in a VW bus must be hauling, or at least possessing, drugs. Niceties like probable cause? Hah! Hippies didn’t have rights.
We had beards, and we were in a VW Transporter. Not hippies, but anti social, anti government, assholes who enjoyed kicking the shit out of shitkickers. Lucky for Mr. Deputy he didn’t push the issue.
Doubt the Deputy regaled his buddies with that story.