I was finally asked for my CHP yesterday by the local county mounties.
We had gone to a friend's funeral and my wife and I were going to have lunch before she had to head to work. I was wearing my Taurus 856 in a Don Hume J.I.T. strongside about 4 oclock. I had my shirt tucked into khakis with a sport coat (I usually wear tshirt/sweatshirt and jeans, so I thought I looked pretty good), but can't wear the coat while I"m driving so I had it draped across the passenger seat.
I pulled up at the Wendy's, noticing the deputy standing by his cruiser finishing what appeared to be a milkshake. I, without thinking of my change in attire for the day, hopped out of the car and turned to lean across the seat and grab my jacket. I stood up again and donned my jacket, going from open to concealed carry. During this short process, I became aware that I was being watched by the officer, but couldn't really figure out why until I got my jacket on and realized what I had just done (nothing illegal, just really obvious to the deputy).
He waits for his partner to come out of the restaurant and starts across the parking lot.
"Good afternoon young man. You got a permit for that weapon you got stuck in your belt?" He is standing in a defensive posture and his partner is to my right at enough of an angle that he'd be able to shoot me before I could make the turn from his partner to him if I happened to be a BG, I suppose. Kinda funny actually, you could see the 3 of us analyzing the situation as it progressed.
I'm thinking to myself that it's not stuck in my belt, it's properly holstered on my person. I said "Yes sir, sure do. I'm going to reach for my wallet in my back left pocket to get it."
He agrees and I EVER SO SLOWLY pull out my wallet. "Here's my DL and here's my CHP."
He stands for a second scrutinizing my permit so I tell him "it expires 10/28 of this year". He looks at it for a moment longer, hands it back with a gruff "Thanks" and walked away abruptly.
For some reason I can't help but think that this is one of the anti-gun LEOs that are brought up here now and then. I think he thought that he was going to catch me on a technicality as far as going from open to concealed. Maybe he thought I didn't have a permit and didn't know that I needed one (which I'm sure he would have been happy to inform me of after relieving me of my property) or something along those lines.
Please bear in mind that I'm not bashing LEOs and know they have a job to do and have to maintain their safety first. Like I said, I just got the feeling that this guy was fishing for something to hassle me about. Slow day on the highway maybe?
Edit:
I'm sure someone will chime in and ask the necessity of carrying at a funeral. It's not the funeral I'm worried about, it's all the time between here and there that concerns me.
We had gone to a friend's funeral and my wife and I were going to have lunch before she had to head to work. I was wearing my Taurus 856 in a Don Hume J.I.T. strongside about 4 oclock. I had my shirt tucked into khakis with a sport coat (I usually wear tshirt/sweatshirt and jeans, so I thought I looked pretty good), but can't wear the coat while I"m driving so I had it draped across the passenger seat.
I pulled up at the Wendy's, noticing the deputy standing by his cruiser finishing what appeared to be a milkshake. I, without thinking of my change in attire for the day, hopped out of the car and turned to lean across the seat and grab my jacket. I stood up again and donned my jacket, going from open to concealed carry. During this short process, I became aware that I was being watched by the officer, but couldn't really figure out why until I got my jacket on and realized what I had just done (nothing illegal, just really obvious to the deputy).
He waits for his partner to come out of the restaurant and starts across the parking lot.
"Good afternoon young man. You got a permit for that weapon you got stuck in your belt?" He is standing in a defensive posture and his partner is to my right at enough of an angle that he'd be able to shoot me before I could make the turn from his partner to him if I happened to be a BG, I suppose. Kinda funny actually, you could see the 3 of us analyzing the situation as it progressed.
I'm thinking to myself that it's not stuck in my belt, it's properly holstered on my person. I said "Yes sir, sure do. I'm going to reach for my wallet in my back left pocket to get it."
He agrees and I EVER SO SLOWLY pull out my wallet. "Here's my DL and here's my CHP."
He stands for a second scrutinizing my permit so I tell him "it expires 10/28 of this year". He looks at it for a moment longer, hands it back with a gruff "Thanks" and walked away abruptly.
For some reason I can't help but think that this is one of the anti-gun LEOs that are brought up here now and then. I think he thought that he was going to catch me on a technicality as far as going from open to concealed. Maybe he thought I didn't have a permit and didn't know that I needed one (which I'm sure he would have been happy to inform me of after relieving me of my property) or something along those lines.
Please bear in mind that I'm not bashing LEOs and know they have a job to do and have to maintain their safety first. Like I said, I just got the feeling that this guy was fishing for something to hassle me about. Slow day on the highway maybe?
Edit:
I'm sure someone will chime in and ask the necessity of carrying at a funeral. It's not the funeral I'm worried about, it's all the time between here and there that concerns me.