Yes I have Ice Dog, through out my life, only real serious once though. I dont mesh well with the cops, I have never been impressed and no one regardless their title is anything more than flesh and bone to me, in other words I dont use "Sir" nor "judge" "your honour" or any of that bullshit. I get their first name and that is how they are addressed. Always a level playing field, so they find themselves up against a brick wall... and I love every fuckin second of it.
Had one shove me from behind once way back, much to his suprise I did NOT fall down and turned to face him, he then proceded to try more shoves but his jaw dropped as I blocked everyone of them with feet firmly planted. He finally gave up and could not deal with my unfaltered eye contact. Picked the wrong dude to try to bully.
Just so everyone knows I grew up in a different time, when we saw the pigs shoot people at Kent State and bash heads at the Chicago convention, bodys coming home in bags from Vietnam... we actually had something to be pissed about. When I was a teen/early 20's cops were REAL rednecks, not what you have all come to think a "redneck" is. It was common for us "longhairs" to be taken to the station and beaten.
Today they have a different form of intimidation, and that is what Ice Dog just described, the game of mind fuck. My approach under any circumstance is to always stand ones ground, never submit to anything, play what ever game is dealt your way on level ground. This way you can walk away intact... perhaps pissed as hell but intact and knowing you gave at least a portion of the frustration you were dealt.
I had a real bad go about 4 years ago and naturally lost, you cant fight city hall as they say, but in the end I had a entire county of "asshole" not knowing what to think or how to deal with me. In the end I walked away, paid a price which I would have anyhow but I walked away and never played their game by their rules or did the dance they wanted me to do. I even got to tell them in court I was the only one that was shooting straight from the hip and thanked them for teaching me real hatred. Deer in the headlight stares indicated I got the point across but I doubt it had much lasting effect... Im sure they returned to business as usual.