I had an experience crossing the border years ago that I can now look back and laugh at, but at the time wasn't a lot of fun.
When I was still a police officer, the Mrs. and I drove to Port Angeles in my truck and crossed over to Victoria on the ferry. When we got to Victoria, customs approached us. They asked me a few questions and then asked for my id. I handed them my driver's license. They then did the same to my wife. She handed over her driver's license also....only on the back of it she had taped my business card. The Canadian customs agent looked at me like he caught me having an affair with his wife and yelled, "You're a cop!" To which I replied, "Yes, I am." He then yelled, "Where's your gun? You guys always travel with guns. You can't bring a gun into Canada. Where's your gun?" I calmly told him it was at home where it was safe. He then tried to catch me in a lie..."Was this trip planned?" "Do you normally carry a gun with you?" "Where's your gun?" Of course, it was at home as I had told him.
He obviously didn't like my answer, so he asked me if he could search my truck. I had nothing to hide so I let him. He started to tear the truck apart, calling in other agents to help him.
Here's where it gets interesting....
Little background: I was on my department's SWAT team at the time. We practiced at least monthly and one of the drills that the instructors insisted upon was getting us to reload our weapons under fire. Shooting a weapon until your magazine is empty is called going "dry." The instructors put us through "dry fire drills" in which they would have us shoot and shoot until we went dry and had to reload quickly while our partner was firing over our head. I had done this hundreds of times, but as I got older I and other seasoned SWAT guys would fill up our pant pockets with rounds so that when the instructor wasn't looking we could pull out our magazine and refresh them ('topping off'). At the end of the day, whatever bullets I hadn't needed that were in my pockets I would just dump into the center console of my truck. This amounted to several hundred bullets by the time I took my trip to Canada.
Back to the Canada visit...
So the Canadian agents were searching my truck when they got to the stash of bullets that were in my truck console. Holy guacamole! You'd of thought I just wiped my rear with a maple leaf. They worked themselves into a frenzy. They stopped short of strip searching me, but the agent was obviously not happy. He looked at me and said, "Lucky for you bringing bullets into Canada is currently not illegal." I apologized for the hassle and offered him the bullets if it would make him feel more comfortable. He said I could pick them up on my return trip out of Canada....oh yeah, like I wanted to re-live that experience.
I laugh about it now, but at the time I felt like I was being targeted as a "bad guy" for being a cop. Didn't sit right with me.
Let me end with the fact that even after that experience, I still think Canadians are some of the nicest people I've ever met. I too look forward to going over the border in my boat....sans bullets.
-Sarge/Carl