Unreported Crime

  I was thinking today about some comments from an online article about new prisons, and unreported crime. I thought that it was a weak argument to say that unreported crime is a real and serious thing when obviously people didn't think it important enough to make a report to the police. Then it occured to me that I had been the victim of crime and didn't bother to make a report.
  While on Thanksgiving break from university I flew down to Southern Ontario to spend some time with my family and upon my return I took my keys from the hook and went out to find my truck door was swinging in the breeze. All of my coffee money stash was taken from the dash and the contents of the glove comartment were strewn about. I was just putting things back together when the neighbour from next door came over and asked if any of our cars had been broken into because someone broke into his car then left the door wide open and killed his battery.
  I asked him if he called the police and he said he couldn't be bothered as nothing ever comes of it and it wastes a perfectly good afternoon, so I agreed with him and we both ended up being victims of unreported crime, the kind the left says doesn't exist.
  My landlord later told me that some people's cars were broken into by his mother's house two blocks away.
Today I wasn't lamenting my truck being broken into, crime happens, but I was wondering to myself, why I wouldn't report the crime in the first place then I remembered the last time I had a vehicle broken into. It was back about 1997 and I was driving a transport for a living and had parked my GMC van in a fuel stop just off the 409 and Kipling. I jumped into the van at the end of the week and thought to myself, "I really should clean this van up", then I noticed my ownership on the floor and my cassettes all over the place, so I jumped in the back and saw that my beautiful hand tied fenwick rod and expensive reel were gone along with my tackle box. I called the police to make a report and waited, and waited, and waited then after two hours I called again and they told me that I wasn't the only victim of crime in the city, so I explained that I had been on the road all week and lived over an hour outside the city and just wanted to go home. So about a half an hour later a cop pulled up and rolled his window down and said "it's 5:45 and I get off at 6:00 if you want to make a report got to this station" then he handed me a card with the police station address on it and drove away. I went to the station filled out a report and asked the officer at the desk if I would ever get my rod back and he said not likely. I told him I would have been happier if the had left my rod and taken the van, he laughed.
  So the neighbour was right at least for small crimes, "nothing ever comes of it and it wastes a perfectly good afternoon".
  I wonder if my neighbour had a similar experience in his hometown of Calgary as I had in Toronto and if this is the case; is there a correlation between the police not encouraging reporting and the statistics telling us that crime is going down?