Valkman
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I've been carrying my Kimber Compact CDP about 18 months and never have been made, questioned, nothing. Then we take off for Arizona last Tuesday and all kinds of wierd stuff happens!
First, crossing Hoover Dam they say I have to pull over and show them what's under my tonneau cover. Ok, I pull over to the guy officer and open the cover. Meanwhile the wind is blowing my cover shirt all over, and as I close the cover he says "Sir, are you carrying?". I say "Yes I am", he asks if I have a CCW and I produce it. Then he really gets friendly and asks what I do for work. I say I'm on disability and just started making knives and he says "That's great! Man you can sell those!". We take off and I was still suprised how friendly the guy was once he saw the CCW.
Then we go to a Giants baseball game in Tempe and I'm carrying, only to go into a Starbucks afterwards and discover I have no gun. I'm freaking thinking it fell out at the park, some kid's going to find it and it'll be all over the news. Race back to our room to find it laying right on top of our suitcase where I left it - hope the romm cleaning lady didn't have a heart attack when she saw it. So I thought I was carrying all day when I wasn't. Brommeland makes his leather way too well - it feels the same whether the gun is there or not!
Then we go to a pet store, and now I know I have the gun. So I'm bending way down petting a puppy and a employee kid says "Sir are you carrying a weapon?". Argh! I tell him I am and he says he'd like me to uncover it so he can see it. I told him I have to keep it concealed but it turns out he saw it print and just wants to confirm what he thought it was. No problem.
For a couple of days there it seemed like everyone knew I was carrying, except when I forgot the gun! It was strange.
First, crossing Hoover Dam they say I have to pull over and show them what's under my tonneau cover. Ok, I pull over to the guy officer and open the cover. Meanwhile the wind is blowing my cover shirt all over, and as I close the cover he says "Sir, are you carrying?". I say "Yes I am", he asks if I have a CCW and I produce it. Then he really gets friendly and asks what I do for work. I say I'm on disability and just started making knives and he says "That's great! Man you can sell those!". We take off and I was still suprised how friendly the guy was once he saw the CCW.
Then we go to a Giants baseball game in Tempe and I'm carrying, only to go into a Starbucks afterwards and discover I have no gun. I'm freaking thinking it fell out at the park, some kid's going to find it and it'll be all over the news. Race back to our room to find it laying right on top of our suitcase where I left it - hope the romm cleaning lady didn't have a heart attack when she saw it. So I thought I was carrying all day when I wasn't. Brommeland makes his leather way too well - it feels the same whether the gun is there or not!
Then we go to a pet store, and now I know I have the gun. So I'm bending way down petting a puppy and a employee kid says "Sir are you carrying a weapon?". Argh! I tell him I am and he says he'd like me to uncover it so he can see it. I told him I have to keep it concealed but it turns out he saw it print and just wants to confirm what he thought it was. No problem.
For a couple of days there it seemed like everyone knew I was carrying, except when I forgot the gun! It was strange.