ok guys, funny story. me and my uncle ken and grandpa and cousin (kens son) were goin along in my uncle tims truck. tims truck is very recognizable, he has a Chevy 1500 Z-71, cab and a half. he has camo tail lite covers, back window camo covers, slidey camo things over the front side windows, anc a camo bug shield, and then his plates are very, VERY recognizable. so the 4 of us are goin coyote huntin. we're travelin down on a road near kens house. tim and his daughter took a smaller truck to a different spot. so we're goin long, and we pass my aunt tracey (kens wife) well apparently she cant recognize her own husband, cause she saw her brother-in-laws truck, didnt recognize anybody in the truck and didnt see tim, so she assumed it was stolen, and called the cops. so we keep goin, and all of a sudden a county mounty comes zoomin by, does a 180 and comes up behind us. my uncle who was only doin 58 is mad. now mind you, we have about 6 guns in the bed in cases, and about 4 handguns in cases in truck under the backseat. the 2 more cops come zooomin up, jump out, the one sees the guns in the back, and pulls a gun on us. he's like "get your hands in the air." after about a 10 minute standoff with us no guns drawn and them getting their shotguns out, they finally advance and get us against the car. my uncle ken explains that he has permission to have his brothers truck and that his brother is a corrections officer so and so and that if they would allow him to call his brother and he could identify himself and tell them that ken has permission to have it. when we got back, let me tell you his wife wasnt the happiest person on earth. lol. it was pretty funny. my uncle didnt get mad. but when we pulled into the drive way in tims truck, she about wet herself. lol!