If I can pass along any words of wisdom concerning getting busted with herb it can only be to avoid North Dakota. I was home for a weekend from college to celebrate my birthday and I was spending my first night back hanging out with some friends from high school. It was maybe 9:00 on a Friday night and a few of us headed into Fargo, ND to procure (illicitly, since we were all underage) some alcholic refreshments for the evening. We pulled into a rather disreputable establishment and a friend with a fake went in and returned to the car empty-handed when our choice brew was not in stock. Maybe a block from the store a local cop threw on his lights and pulled us over. At this point in the story I really should mention that I was carrying two pinchies and nearly an 1/8 of potent ganja in a disused film canister and my friend who went into the store was also in possession of a baggie roughly equeal to mine. Seeing the sirens, I instantly took the contraband on my person and hid it amogst the abundant piles of garbage that filled the car we were in. My friend did not follow suit.
The cop stuck his head into the car and demanded to know how old we were. We all responded with ages below the legal limit, except the fellow who went in. Attempting to bluff the cop he claimed to be 21. The three of us in the car with him all immediatly urged him to come clean, which he did. At this point the cop demanded that he step out of the vehicle and he was subsequently searched; the officer discovered the herb and a fake ID and promtly arrested the hapless fellow.
At this point the rest of us in the car grew increasingly nervous. Did he have his weed on him? Is the car going to be searched? Soon enough a second squad car arrived as did a canine unit. The first officer informed us that since drugs had been found, the car could be searched. The three of us got out of the vehicle, were frisked, and the three cops now present proceeded to search. The immense amount of filth in that car was quickly noted by the police, but they still dug through what they could. After the first officer found nothing he signaled the canine handeler to do his work. That dog crawled and sniffed all over the auto, but turned up nothing. Those of us outside could not beleive it. Another cop poked around the trunk and found half a bottle of vodka, which they were nice enough to simply pour out. Unfortunately, the driver's own fake ID was found stuffed into the side compartment of the driver side door so he too was arrested.
Throughout this entire ordeal I was absolutly scared stiff. North Dakota has considerably harsher drug laws then her more progressive neighbor Minnesota; the two pinchies alone could total a fine of $1,000. Finally the police dog left the scene, having discovered no further cash of cannibis. The officer asked if I was good to drive and off the two of us who escaped the long arm of the law high-tailed it back to the "Land of 10,000 Lakes." Through a cominbinaton of quick-thinking and a good deal of luck I managed to save my personal property from three of Fargo's Finest and a canine. The fact that my herb was sealed in a nearly air-tight canister certainly helped, but the real credit goes to the overpowering stench of rotten Taco Bell wrappers and other rancid odors that permeated (and still do) the car. My friends were not so lucky. The rest of the night was spent scrapping up bail money. For our friend with only a fake ID the bail was set at $300, as for our other associate a grand total of over $3,000. Simply put, stay the hell out of North Dakota.