I lived in Houston in the 80's. My brother came down his first summer out of high school. He thought he was Jeremiah Johnson, and truthfully he wasn't off too much.
He drove all night to get down there and I thought I'd take him downtown to show him the big buildings. He got pulled over by Houston's finest, two lady cops. His tag was on the front of the truck and they thought he had no tag. They spotted .22 hulls in his floor board. They asked about them and he said he was shooting bull frogs from his truck. They thought he was smarting off. He worked at a minnow farm and was really shooting bull frogs from his truck.
Well, they jerked us out of the truck and had us spread out and hands on the truck, for about three hours, while they searched that truck for weapons. Searched it three or four times. They found two little Old Timer pocket knives in his pocket. That's all.
They had called back up and two more of Houston's finest stood guard over us with guns drawn. They were on high alert.
We stood there for the entire time, said nothing. Finally I asked, why are you guys acting like this? The one cop closest to me said, don't let you mouth overload your a$$. Me being the dumb smart mouth, said why don't you kiss my a$$? I gritted my teeth and tightened my buttocks waiting for a swift kick that fortunately never came, or maybe even worse. It was Houston.
Finally they holstered their weapons, and started to leave. The one lady cop asked the other lady copy, "Aren't we going to write them a ticket?" She answered, "for what, they haven't done anything." The other then said, "well we had them a long time, we should write them up for something", and threw the two little Old Timers in the truck and asked my brother, "when did you get in town?" he answered, this morning, she asked when he was leaving, "he said right after you let me go."