Slight drift: Once, crossing at International Falls/Fort Francis, when the Canadian officer ran through the usual list of questions about prohibited items, he asked about O-C spray. I had a can in the console, where there should have been a gun. I told him that, yes, I had a can of O-C. I told him I was a policeman, and he gave me a choice, turn around and leave it on the U.S. side, or have it confiscated. Well, you all know how long those lines at the border can be, so I chose to turn it in. I went into their station, presented my can of Mace to the Officer. He wrote me out a truly Canadian receipt, on a form that was headed; SURRENDERED TO THE CROWN:
I thought that was the cat's ***, man. I still have that piece of paper somewhere. Incidentally, those Canadian Border guys were the first I ever saw with their body armor OVER their shirts. Shows you how long ago tat was.