After myself and two of my friends got back from riding a morning loop at Jawbone Canyon about two months ago, a lifted Jeep Cherokee driven by a Bureau of Land Management ranger pulled up to the campsite. Without any friendly greeting of any kind, he quickly exited his vehicle and approached us asking if we had any firearms or narcotics. He then approached me, again asking me the same two questions. Of course, the answer was no (that sort of thing ain't my bag, baby). The ranger then responded sarcastically, "You don't have any drugs, huh? Is that right?" I didn't know what to think at this point. He then walked up to the window of my truck, pointed down at the driver's seat and said, "Well, then what's THAT?" I said that I didn't know because I really did not know what he was talking about. I looked in the window and saw a balled up plastic wrap from a tuna sandwhich I had eaten earlier, and I told him that it was that. He then responded with even more sarcasm, "A sandwhich, huh. You eat green sandwhiches?" At this point I started chuckling because I knew he thought he made the bust of the century. He must have snooped around our cars while we were gone and decided that what was on my driver's seat was surely a bag of weed. What an amateur. The crazy thing is that myself and the guys I was with do not look in any way like druggies or tweekers or NRA members or anything like that. I couldn't figure out what made this guy so suspicious. He then asked me for my keys so he could take a look. He didn't actually ask me if it was OK to search my car, but nevertheless he took a look and quickly realized that the plastic wrap was indeed housing a food product. I took great pleasure in seeing the ranger's bubble burst. He looked sad and dejected at the prospect of not making a bust. He then searched the other two cars and found nothing. He then asked us for green stickers and left the site skunked. After this I wondered why we treated that way by a Land Management Ranger. There was no reason to suspect that we were holding either drugs or guns. It was also strange that he was so interested in finding drugs, when that is literally the last thing rangers are supposed to do. What happened was harrassment, and it was especially maddening when you consider the fact that he is at an OHV area basically to serve those who visit the place, not bust them. He is not a cop. His salary is paid by visitors and visitors should be treated with decency and respect. The last time I was treated in the "search first ask questions later" manner was when I was in Mexico. I have been searched by the federal police down there several times with no reason or permission. But that's Mexico. This is the US and that was a Ranger in Jawbone. This last weekend the same guy pulled up to us in his Jeep. This time he had a partner with him and he was much nicer. He asked us for green stickers and then left. I am wondering if anyone else has had the same experience with that ranger at Jawbone Canyon, CA, or Dove Springs. He drives a Jeep that looks far too customized to be standard gov't issue. He's a middle aged caucasion with a mustache. I thought of complaining, but sloth got the best of me and I didn't.