QUOTE (POULE43 @ Nov 29 2009, 02:55 PM)

WHAT HAPPENED?????
Like I said, I'm having a hard time putting the experience into words. Reliving it in my mind brings back the emotions and makes it hard to write the kind of objective report that the event deserves. But I'll give it a try.
First - the good news. No tickets were issued and things did not escalate to the level the officer was attempting to bait. Our camp kept it's collective cool and didn't give him the excuse he was digging for. Unfortunately for the same reason we were unable to get a badge number or name to really follow up like we would have liked to.
Those who know me and have camped with me no doubt know that I an my camp mates enjoy a large warm fire in our camp. It's not at all uncommon for us to bring a separate trailer just for wood even for a two night stay - and this weekend was no exception on that side. Though for the first time in 10 years two things happened that I never thought would happen:
1) people coming back to camp at night ended up in the wrong camp because simply heading to the largest fire didn't work.
2) We had to take firewood home with us.
That being said it's not uncommon for us to have off duty police and firemen in our camp, and in over 10 years there has only been one fire related accident in our camp since we do have respect for fire and are safe about having a large fire. And when you have 30-40 people around the same fire it needs to be big to keep a circle that large sufficiently large. Which also means of course that the vehicles will be back even further and the camp is quite large. We never use any kind of gas or other flammables to start our fires, we consider that cheating. Even if it does sometimes mean spending 20 minutes or more on our knees fanning the coals with a sheet of cardboard to get things to stay lit.
Friday evening shortly after dark our campfire was just getting started. As more and more of camp finished dinner and came out to the fire the circle started getting larger and larger and sure enough a woman was heard to say "It's cold, we need more firewood". As gentlemen who appreciate our women we knew our cue to start warming things up. As wood was being piled on the fire an ICSO SUV came directly into camp at a speed I would not call safe for inside camp even if there weren't small children and dogs around like there were in our camp. The driver (in ICSO uniform) and passenger (In an unidentified uniform, but not BLM or ICSO, it was black and he stayed in the shadows where no one was able to see his insignia.) jumped out and called "Stop putting wood on that fire!"
I was sitting in a camp chair about 5' from where he walked up at the time he shouted this order. The 3 people who had been building the fire dropped the wood they were holding and came over to find out what the problem was and were then standing around the area I was sitting since it was near the officer. They asked what the problem was and the officer replied "Your fire is too big, you put another log on it and you're getting a citation."
Everyone around the fire was pretty much shocked into silence by this as our camp is more versed in the rules and regulation of the ICSO than the average camp and none of us were familiar with any regulation limiting the size of a campfire. I was the first to find my tongue and asked (in what I thought and others have verified was a very respectful tone) "What rule or regulation are we breaking?"
At this point the possibility of a polite, respectful and beneficial contact was tossed out the window by the ICSO officer. Instead of taking this opportunity to have a friendly conversation about safety in an obviously kid and family oriented camp he appeared to make the conscious decision to try and bait us into giving him an excuse...any excuse.
It was kind of like watching a dog or cat faced with a threat. He literally puffed up his chest, turned his internal volume knob to 11, fixed his face in a look of disdain and declared "You want to know what regulation? Ask me one more time and I will personally sit here and write each and every one of you citations that you won't forget for the rest of your life. Not one more log goes on that fire do you understand me!"
Now to put things in perspective I want to point out that not a single person in camp was drunk or even slightly intoxicated. In fact there wasn't even an alcoholic beverage within 20' (or more) of the officer and very likely none even in view. I had had 2 beers before and with dinner about 30 minutes before this confrontation. Knowing this I wondered at this point if maybe I hadn't been as respectful as I thought in my inquiry (though the off duty officer in our camp later confirmed for me that I was indeed polite and not doing anything that should have escalated the situation.)
I will also point out that at this point the fire in question was still quite small. There were 3 or 4 longer logs in a tee-pee over the top of it that were 5-6' long. But the majority of the actual fire was no more than 2'-3' high. Sitting in a chair on one side it was still quite possible to see and even talk to people directly across from the fire. I've had considerably larger fires in camps with everyone from off-duty firemen and officers to enough ASA board of director members to qualify as an official quorum. All of whom I'm sure would verify that while we do have large fires we are quite careful about safety around them and do indeed know "when to say when" in this regard.
I attempted to ask politely one more time what we were doing wrong. The reply was a look of disbelief and the still unnecessarily loud and disdainful "It's just common sense. We've got all these camps around here all of which are full of gas cans, all it would take is one spark from your fire to get into another camp to create a major situation." I started to open my mouth once again and - before I could get a word out he re-puffed and let loose with "You need to keep your mouth closed like your reasonable friends here! The rest of you - wait for the fire to burn down and you can put more wood on it but no higher than it is now."
I later learned that I was not the only who had wanted to point out that not only was our camp well separated from nearby camps, but that no sparks were coming close to reaching the outside edges of where people were sitting around the fire, let alone the edges of our camp.
At this point I felt the officer had made it clear that he would consider anything other than "yes sir" or "no sir" out of anyones mouth as the excuse he seemed to so desperately want to start going through camp with a fine toothed comb. Since we were in a large camp with some people I had just met that day I had to fight the urge to press for a badge or unit number as I felt it would be quite rude to subject the rest of camp to this officers further attention. Had I noticed that the off-duty officer in camp was at the fire, or been in a smaller camp with only myself and close friends I likely would have pushed it. I knew I would probably end up with a cite since my dog was on a 20' lead (in a way that kept her entirely in camp, where she was also wearing a blinking light to make her noticeable to those coming and going from camp.) rather than the legal 6' leash - and while I would have been willing to accept the consequences of that I also figured my fellow campers likely had a number of similar "easy cites" that I didn't want to subject them to.
Apparently deciding he had sufficiently chided us the officer and his partner (who remained silent the entire time, and also appeared somewhat shocked at his partners response) got back into their SUV and pulled out of camp. They did not however leave. Instead they circled our camp several times with just their fog lights on until another unit pulled a small SUV over (for unknown reasons) as it was passing our camp and they joined in. Once that contact was finished at least one unit stayed there pointed towards an opening in our camp with just their fog lights on watching us for the better part of an hour.
No compliance checks were done as part of this contact. Not a single dune pass or vehicle registration was checked. No information about the rules and regulations about the dunes was offered to us to help prevent a future contact. Heck it was my attempt to find out what we were doing wrong that enraged the officer in the first place. Something I thought was the reasonable thing to do if I wanted to avoid a citation.
The mood in our camp for the entire weekend was one of looking over your shoulder for the rest of the weekend. I didn't have another drink the rest of that night for fear that the officer would be back and I would be targeted for opening my mouth previously - and I didn't want to risk facing that with alcohol in my system. Most of the camp retreated to their RV's or tents after that and there was none of the usual friendly fireside camaraderie that is such a large part of the dunes for us.
I'll close with some photos from Saturday night showing the kind of out of control behavior that was going on at the time of this contact on Friday - though the fire on Saturday was larger than the one on Friday that resulted in the contact in question. Fearing a repeat I decided to take pictures ahead of time in case we later needed them as documentation, though thankfully that proved unnecessary:
Amy talking to her brother in our RV with Saturdays fire in the background:

Overview of Saturdays unusually small crowd around our fire:

Closer view of those who were willing to risk a repeat by enjoying Saturdays fire:

Detail of the kind of mayhem taking place on the rear seat that serves as a "desert couch" just a few feet from the "raging inferno":

View from the inner edge of camp on Saturday (note, it was far windier Saturday so the sparks were going much further than on Friday - even so none of them got within 10' of this point in the 10 minutes I stood watching them to verify just how far they were being carried.):