here's another story:
when i first met my fiance, she was really wanting to go shooting with me. but i only knew one person who was a member at a club, and i never could arrange a shoot with him that was convenient for both of us. so i went to my old home town, where it is okay to discharge firearms, and parked on the side of a large wooded area where i use to ride quads when i was a kid. this was a huge forest of different paths, hills, twists & turns that i knew like the back of my hand. so we walked for about a half hour way into an area called "the bowl" because it was an area shaped like a bowl where a series of hills went down to an area of lower elevation in a full 360 degrees. the closest house was probably 750 yds away, with thick forest in between. i set up a target on the lower part of a large tree trunk, which had a steep hill right behind it so any bullets would go into the dirt of the hill behind the tree. the hill was about 35ft high, and we were only standing about 20 feet away from the tree. i had a .22 pistol, Glock 19, Smith stainless 9mm, and a Wilson Combat 1911 .45 all in a winchester locking gun briefcase. i also had a shoulder bag with ammo for all of them, ear and eye protection, and a Para Warthog .45 in tucked in my waist. well, as we walked out of the woods to go back to my car, i see there was a 5-0 parked right behind my car waiting for me at the end of the path. as we walked out of the path, the officer popped out with his pistol drawn ordering us to stop, drop everything, and put our hands up. he cautiously walked over, asking if i had any weapons on me. i told him "yes, a 45 in my waist"....he lifted my shirt and pulled it out of my waist, asking if it was loaded, which i replied "the mag is, but nothing in the chamber". he carried everything back to our vehicles, asked for our identification, then popped open the case. his eyes about popped out of his head when he realized a 24 year old (at the time) was carrying such firepower, lol. so then he radio's in our personal info, plus my firearm license info, and proceeded to check every serial number of every gun with dispatch. all of them came back clean in my name, both of us came back clean individually. apparantly, the problem was that this property had recently been bought by a new owner who posted no trespassing signs on the trees along the road...however, they were about 30ft in the air, barely visible behind the leaves and branches of the trees. i proceeded to tell him how i use to ride dirtbikes in that area, the old owner never cared about anyone riding out there as he was very old and probably didn't even realize anyone was out there. i also mentioned that i thought there was a law about trespassing signs needing to be no more than X amount of feet high, he agreed. he told me not to go back there on that property anymore, packed up all my guns, handed me back the 45 i was tucking (unloaded, mag out) and let me on my way. my fiance was nervous the whole time, and i had no idea what was going to happen, thinking i could lose my license or something. but the cop was pretty cool, and i got lucky i guess. never went back there again.
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> at 1 Ashburton Place. Showed my ID to the Trooper on duty and was waved thru, no questions asked.
i hear ya loud and clear!!
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