I was once walking from my apartment to my truck with a homemade fishing knife I’d made in my hand. Walked up on 3 officers in a fairly dark parking lot. Trust me, you drop a weapon when yelled at by 3 startled cops. Only got the knife back when a 4th officer recognized me from our bowling league. Sometimes having goofy hobbies pays off. No ticket, no arrest, no warning, just a little fear from all of us.