I got pulled over in Plano, after two in the morning, they were having a drunk sweep and I may have appeared to be attempting to avoid it - actually I did have to get off at that exit to go home.one eyed fatman wrote:This threads is kind of strange to listen to. In all my 53 years and all the times I have been pulled over by the law not one single time has any officer ever asked me if I had a gun in the car. Are people getting freaky here or have I just been real lucky?
The officer was funny, he just about crawled into the front seat with me trying to smell my breath, and I really was on the way home from work.
He didn't ask about guns until he came back from reviewing my license, and then he wanted to know if I was "packing." Since I did not have a CHL, although I had sent the app in, of course I was not, but initially I misunderstood what he said and thought that he was referring to me going away or something.
When we finally got it straight that he wanted to know if I was carrying a gun, I told him that I was not since I didn't have a CHL. That was when he told me that according to their records I did.
It arrived in the mail the next day.
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Many years ago I was working as a telephone man in the very rural areas of the Catskill Mountains and was driving from my home near Albany to the area I was working in on the New York State Thruway very late at night. I was very very sleepy, so I pulled off the road behind a bridge abutment and laid out across the front seat and napped.
I don't know how long I had been out when a tapping at my window woke me, and there was a NYS Trooper wanting to know if I was all right, etc. I told him that I was on my way to where I worked and was just so sleepy and figured that I coudn't make it to the rest area so I pulled behind the abutment. He shined his big flashlight a couple of hundred feet up the road, and there was the sign for the rest area.
Then he asked about the Vodka bottle in the back seat, which luckily was sealed so not a problem under NYS law in 1966. Then he asked if I had any guns (he may have seen part of one.)
I pulled 6 different long guns out of the back seat of the car and stacked them against the side. It must have looked really funny to cars driving by. I told him that I was taking some of them to Numrich Arms for either appraisal or repair, and a couple up into the hills to shoot. We had a nice discussion about them, and then we each went on our respective ways.
I can't imagine the same scenario now, 40 years later.