Surveillance stories

The first time we noticed we were being followed was on our second or third gifting run. We were on our way to Missoula to do some towers up there and we also wanted to hit a few on the way up. We got to Florence, which is about 6 miles north of us, and there was a tower behind a gas station. We pulled into the gas station and wandered around the parking lot trying to decide where to toss the TB’s when we noticed a Montana Highway Patrol car following us. The driver stopped when we stopped and he was staring straight at us, looking like he expected us to throw a grenade out the window.

We were going to get gas, but the tanks were being filled at that moment so we went onto the next gas station and the cop didn’t follow. We gifted the Florence tower on the way home. This was our first blatant confirmation that they were watching us. I have never been stared at like that by a cop before.

The next time we really noticed surveillance was on another run to gift the small airport across the valley from us. We were getting so many flyovers that it was quite annoying so we thought gifting the airport might help (it did). The airport is on a high “bench”, which is just a hill before the foothills of the mountains across the valley from us. Once we were done circling the airport with TB’s, we drove down the front of the bench and I noticed a bright blue pickup driving along the road below. Nothing unusual there, except a few minutes later, he was behind us. We turned, he turned. We turned again, he was behind us. I belatedly realized that I hadn’t turned on the SP we had brought with us. I turned it on and we turned down another road. He didn’t turn. We backed up and turned around and came back to the intersection where we had just turned. There he was, sitting on the side of the road, on the phone. We took off heading toward Missoula and he never saw us, never followed. I wish we had had the presence of mind to pull alongside him and say hello, or better yet, take his picture. This was a great confirmation for me that the SP blocks surveillance.

Another funny thing that happened was that after we gifted the local underground bioterror lab, they sent two helicopters to hover over the house and bug Stevo when I left the house to go to town. They hovered for nearly 45 minutes, and of course I had the camera with me so Stevo couldn’t get proof. They left about 5 minutes before I returned. The interesting thing here is that we discovered that they liked to buzz Stevo when I wasn’t around, maybe so that I wouldn’t believe him or something. What they failed to realize is that I have a lot of faith in Stevo and I believed him. As if I needed proof, one day Stevo left the property driving the car that I usually drove. Not 5 minutes later, a low-flying, and I mean low-flying, small plane came over the property and flew back and forth over our pasture about 6 times. I got it on video. They obviously thought I was in the car that left and they came to hassle Stevo.

We don’t get surveilled anymore, except when we go to visit Don and Carol. The feds love to accompany us to breakfast and dinner, maybe because we choose such great places to eat! They can’t really get close to us here because we’re out in the country and the surveillance is really obvious. They have taken to doing long-range radionics to bug us instead, which we have defeated with a combination of boosting and gifting.

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