Ahhhh, the Arizona desert. Back in the early 90s I flew a mission out of Charleston to Yuma to practice some high altitude CDS drops. Some big-wig wanted to know if the C-141 could drop MREs from 17,000 feet (so as to stay out of range of the Serbs’ AKs) like the C-130s, so we flew down with some practice bundles and a couple life support techs (high altitude, remember?). I knew AZ had some good gun laws so I threw my Ruger Super Single Six .22 revolver in my ‘checked’ bag. We had some discussion of the legality of it all, one loadmaster saying it was illegal because as a crew member I don’t have to process through the PAX terminal, myself and the other Flight Engineer believing it to be legal because it wasn’t in any of my bags that I kept with me in the flight station (used to be the cockpit but times they were a-changin’). I think the pilots were trying not to have an opinion. Anyway, we took the .22 and threw it up on the dashboard of the rental car and drove out into the desert somewhere to shoot cans. We had a great afternoon and no drama whatsoever, well, until we inadvertently strayed into California- but a quick u-turn took care of that. Those were different times…