Originally Posted by Skaface:
“A few years ago, as later related to me by my son, (whilst I was several miles away, attending my cousin's funeral) he said sometime between one to one and a half hours after receiving such information, several armed police will cautiously approach your house, using parked vehicles as cover (as it is approx 4pm and still broad daylight). They then knock at your door, giving you a chance to open it voluntarily (with battering ram thingy at the ready, in case you don't). You open the door, to see several firearms being pointed directly at you and immediately put your hands in the air to show you're no threat to them and ask them what the hell is going on. They then inform you they have had a report of a gun being fired from an upstairs window and that they are coming in to search the house, asking if you have a gun and if so, where is it now. You tell them yes, there is a gun up in your bedroom, but it is only an air-gun and you don't even have any pellets for it.
You show them where the air-gun is and they then thoroughly search for any other guns and/or ammunition (finding no evidence of either), whilst asking if you were firing the gun earlier from an upstairs window. You say yes, you were messing about with it, firing it at some friends and shouting "Gerrorf moi land!" in a jokey voice as they were leaving your house. As it had no pellets, it was obviously just blasting air out and they were quite some distance away, standing on the path outside, laughing their heads off. You then put the gun away and quickly forget all about this 'shooting incident', as a) it was no big deal as far as you were concerned, you were just having a laugh with some friends and b) another friend came round soon after and you quickly became engrossed in playing an X-Box game with him, hence your shock/surprise to find several armed police rocking up to your house some considerable time later.
The policeman questioning you soon realises it has all been a considerable waste of police time and resources and informs you that as his superior is not at all happy with the outcome, he will have to confiscate your air-gun, to 'at least give him something when I go back', despite you being over the age of 18 and therefore legally entitled to own it anyway.
I arrived home not long after the police had left and had no idea of what had just happened. My son told me as soon as I got in and I laughed at first, thinking he was winding me up (he sometimes tells me tall stories just to see how I react). When I realised he was actually being serious, I felt sick to the pit of my stomach at the thought of what might have happened to my son due to some busybody not being able to tell the difference between a group of young lads messing about (the fact they were all laughing and calmly walked away from our house was a bit of a clue). Fortunately, in this instance, the police quickly realised the situation was nothing like they had been led to believe and my son genuinely presented no 'threat' to them or the general public and for that, I can only commend them. The other option is truly too horrific to contemplate.”
Similar thing happened in our town. Teenage boy was messing around with a very obvious looking water gun, when some moron rang the police. Next thing you know....there's a massive operation going on by armed police. It was all very exciting for me as a young teenager, who was annoyed my parents wouldn't let me anywhere near it. Police broke into the flat above the busy town centre shops, to find a rather surprised teenage boy in sweatpants. However, what if that young boy had been shot? As he too was first described as threatening passers-bys with a gun.