Gixerman1000
Member
Well my wife and I were at home sick the other day and at about 1:00 I see this gold Ford Explorer with two men inside pull up in front of my house, I didn’t have a clue who they were and they just sat there not getting out so I kept an eye on them. Well after a few minutes they got out and started walking toward my door, being sick and just lounging around the house I threw my shoes on and shoved my P7 under my belt and met them where the sidewalk meets the steps.
The taller of the two asked “are you Mr.XXXXX†and I replied “yes, may I help youâ€, he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open where I could see a big gleaming badge with to my surprise the words “ ATF Agent†on it!!!
At this moment my mind is running about a million thought’s a second, almost to the point of a total mental shutdown, (as some of you guys know) I have pretty large firearms collection and my first thoughts were they were here to ask why I have so many or maybe even take them. I knew I had nothing to hide as 99% of everything I own was bought from two very reputable sporting goods stores but standing there with an ATF badge in my face I couldn’t help but think the worst was about to happen and I’m sure it showed on the look I gave him.
The next words out of my mouth was about to be “you are not coming in my home without a search warrant†but before I could speak he asked if my wife was home, now my brain felt like it missed going into 4th gear and slammed into reverse with a grinding change in direction, before the wheels started going in the other direction there was a brief moment of bliss that in words meant “I’m not going to jail, she is!!!! awesome!†but then that whole “for better or worse†thing popped in there and I felt at least obligated to stall them so she could escape out the back door or yell RUN HONEY RUN!!.
Well commonsense and lack of a better option set in and I answered “yes she is, what may I ask is this about� He said it was about a store that my wife worked at part time for a few weeks when she lost her real job (due to massive lay off’s), it burned to the ground from an arson and the owner who was in major financial trouble was the suspect.
The other man turned out to be a fire marshal and it seems the ATF sometimes investigates arson, go figure!
The taller of the two asked “are you Mr.XXXXX†and I replied “yes, may I help youâ€, he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open where I could see a big gleaming badge with to my surprise the words “ ATF Agent†on it!!!
At this moment my mind is running about a million thought’s a second, almost to the point of a total mental shutdown, (as some of you guys know) I have pretty large firearms collection and my first thoughts were they were here to ask why I have so many or maybe even take them. I knew I had nothing to hide as 99% of everything I own was bought from two very reputable sporting goods stores but standing there with an ATF badge in my face I couldn’t help but think the worst was about to happen and I’m sure it showed on the look I gave him.
The next words out of my mouth was about to be “you are not coming in my home without a search warrant†but before I could speak he asked if my wife was home, now my brain felt like it missed going into 4th gear and slammed into reverse with a grinding change in direction, before the wheels started going in the other direction there was a brief moment of bliss that in words meant “I’m not going to jail, she is!!!! awesome!†but then that whole “for better or worse†thing popped in there and I felt at least obligated to stall them so she could escape out the back door or yell RUN HONEY RUN!!.
Well commonsense and lack of a better option set in and I answered “yes she is, what may I ask is this about� He said it was about a store that my wife worked at part time for a few weeks when she lost her real job (due to massive lay off’s), it burned to the ground from an arson and the owner who was in major financial trouble was the suspect.
The other man turned out to be a fire marshal and it seems the ATF sometimes investigates arson, go figure!
