A bit of a differentcircumstance and outcome. Background, I was at CCW live fire class at an unnamedfirearms academy. Night class, I had my young black lab puppy in the car in thepassenger seat. My handgun was in a locked bag with ammo in the back seat.Drove through a neighboring town on the way to the Mass Pike. About 10:30 atnight, not speeding.
The blue lights go on, I’mnervous as hell do I disclose or keep quiet about my weapon. I put both handson wheel and lower front and back windows (tinted so you cannot see in). So itgoes like this, me: was I speeding or did I got through a stop light? Officer:no we had a report about a suspicious car meeting your’s description. Where areyou coming from? Me next town over, where specifically were you, me (hard togive up this info), unnamed firearms academy. What were you doing there? Takinga class. Do you have a weapon in the car and where is it? Yes, in a bag in theback. Driver’s license and LTC, please (he actually said please). He goes backto his car. I look over at my lab and to my surprise; there is another officer atthe passenger window I did not notice. My lab is licking him on the face. Wetalk about labs while the other officer runs checks. Officer 1 come back andsays you are all set.
They never asked to see mybag or anything in the car. We get into a discussion about the class, thetraining and guns and labs. He carries a .40 wants to carry a .45. I point outthe accuracy issue and point out that 9mm ammo has improved so much that my instructor(who I disclose is a SWAT commander and ex-combat Marine) also carries a .40but would switch to a 9mm for accuracy. He asks who my instructor was I pretendto forget it but use an Irish nickname, and the Officer says, oh the big tallgoofy ex-Marine? He is right on, big twinkle in his eye and the other officers.I ask again why was I really stopped, they laugh and reply your car lookssuspicious (laughing). My car is a late model SUV, a family car, no bumperstickers. They take off and that was that. As I drove and reflected on thisincident, I’m still stumped. Was I punked? Or two bored officers in rural town or did it go down like they said.
The blue lights go on, I’mnervous as hell do I disclose or keep quiet about my weapon. I put both handson wheel and lower front and back windows (tinted so you cannot see in). So itgoes like this, me: was I speeding or did I got through a stop light? Officer:no we had a report about a suspicious car meeting your’s description. Where areyou coming from? Me next town over, where specifically were you, me (hard togive up this info), unnamed firearms academy. What were you doing there? Takinga class. Do you have a weapon in the car and where is it? Yes, in a bag in theback. Driver’s license and LTC, please (he actually said please). He goes backto his car. I look over at my lab and to my surprise; there is another officer atthe passenger window I did not notice. My lab is licking him on the face. Wetalk about labs while the other officer runs checks. Officer 1 come back andsays you are all set.
They never asked to see mybag or anything in the car. We get into a discussion about the class, thetraining and guns and labs. He carries a .40 wants to carry a .45. I point outthe accuracy issue and point out that 9mm ammo has improved so much that my instructor(who I disclose is a SWAT commander and ex-combat Marine) also carries a .40but would switch to a 9mm for accuracy. He asks who my instructor was I pretendto forget it but use an Irish nickname, and the Officer says, oh the big tallgoofy ex-Marine? He is right on, big twinkle in his eye and the other officers.I ask again why was I really stopped, they laugh and reply your car lookssuspicious (laughing). My car is a late model SUV, a family car, no bumperstickers. They take off and that was that. As I drove and reflected on thisincident, I’m still stumped. Was I punked? Or two bored officers in rural town or did it go down like they said.