I had a nice day today. I spent the morning doing my husbandly duties around the house. When I finished it was time for some case cleaning on some 9mm I'm wanting to trade. Got 'em soaked in some Lemi, Dawn and OMS for a half hour and rinsed in the back yard in bucket. As you can imagine swirling a few hundred cases in a bucket makes quite a bit of racket, rinsing and dumping into sifter pan and back to bucket a couple times to make sure the mixture is off the cases. Then I placed them on a towel and onto the trash cans to air dry on the side of the house. I repeated the process with another batch but the only sun was on the driveway so thats where the second batch sat to dry (actually a couple feet inside the garage). Tumbling tomorrow. Happy with my handywork I went inside to relax. 30 mintues later the wifey poo asks me to watch the boiling noodles as she steps out the front door. Always happy to oblige her every whim whistling, I do as I'm told. Then I got curious to see who she's talking to. A couple female officers were questioning her and my 20 year old daughter about my behavior and if they felt threatened by me. They also asked if I pulled out one of my guns in anger or walked around the house with a gun. I stepped outside to see what the bruhaha was all about and all conversation about guns and my families welfare stopped. I could tell the officers were flying the B.S. flag high when I came out. All they would tell me was an anonymous "concerned neighbor" called about my activities. I didn't learn the crux of the questioning until they left and my wife told me what they were really there for. I'm very discreet when loading up for a day of shooting and never take the guns out to the truck without being in a case. Most times I back the truck up to load targets and such so as not to draw attention. The last time I went shooting was Monday and doubt the police would have waited two days to respond to a gun related issue. So all I can think of was my completely innocent day of case cleaning which brought them to my house.