i am known as the "guy who reloads everything" so at jobsites i constants get bags of empties showing up in my truck as guys are being nice and giving me stuff from there last trip to the range.
rainy day a couple of years ago and I am driving home and not paying attention and going a little too fast and get stopped. cop gets out of his car and walks up and then stopps and returns to his car and sits, there, i figure call came in, oh well. I am sitting there not for like five or ten minutes, I open the door to get out and ask how much longer and the loudspeaker blares "get back in my vehicle". so I do. Oh well. do what the the nice woman with funny hat says. I sit there another couple of minutes and all of a sudden troopers all over, one in front, a couple in back. one from the side. now the orders come real fast, exit the vehicle, walk backwards. kneel down, POURING rain now. I kneel down and then I just get hammered to the ground and cuffed. Now I am really really pissed. I have a face full of gutter mud and no obvious reason. I asked what is going on? Guy starts to pull me to my feet and I say LOUDLY< I have CCW and I have my weapon on my HIP. bammo dropped to the ground again and I feel the gun getting pulled from holster. I get dragged to a patrol car and shoved into backseat. Now I can see big huddle of troopers looking in the bed of my truck and talking rather heatedly to the stopping officer. One guy keeps up the conversation rather heatedly with the stopping officer. her head is going up and down and side to side trying to keep up with his questions. now a nother trooper comes to my door in the car and opens it and asks how am i doing, I say doin ok, just not sure what happened and I got somethingin my eye from the face full of gutter mud. he closes door comes back a minute later with a roll of papper towels and tells me to lean forward. hand cuffs come off and I get the roll of towels and he asks do i need someoneto look at my eye? I said naw just wipe it out and maybe get some rain on it to wash it away. at this time I wasstill thinking ok I fit the description of a bank robber or shooter or something it will get cleared up. I get my face wiped off and here comes lady trooper with now ican see sgt trooper standing next to here. " Mr "F" I am very sorry for my actions. I made a mistake and over reacted to the situation and I am very sorry this happened," I am like well ok but what happened?
the sgt says come with me. I get in his front seat and he says MS trooper had a bad experience and when she walked up and saw the empty shell casings all over the bed of truck she panicked. I said what shell casings? and then it hit me someone must had put a bag in the bed of the truck before I left the job site. Sgt is all appologetic too, he hands me my 45 and the clip and the single from the chamber, says I should make sure i get it all oiled up nice when i get home. would not want to ruin such a nice gun etc etc. I guess when the nice trooper lady walked up to the car she saw all the shell casings ( a coupleof hundred 7.62 x39 and a lot of 40 brass) and called oficer needs assistance and man with a gun call. hence all the show of force and the not so gentle handling. I was getting out and a I told the Sgt. I suppose I would not be out of line for filing a complaint. he said here is my card and her name and badge number if you feel you need to. I said how about we trade this for a few "get out of jail free" card on tickets in the future, He laughed and said. just give them my card and have them call me.....
after that I make sure now to always look in the bed ofthe truck beofer i take off..
that one turned out harmless. but this one hurt... we (wife and I) were flying to SD only few weeks after 9/11 for a friends wedding. we had gone over everything tryingto make sure we had nothing to upset the people who were searching everything. no loose rounds, no knives, no nail clippers etc... we get in line and wifey is carrying her usually gun purse and I ask did you pull your spare clip? she goes pale and says she has to go to bathroom. She comes back and looks at me and says 47d and I almost cry. she had a fully loaded Wilson 47D in her carry purse and had to tossit in the trash can. I brought that up all weekend to make sure Wifey felt the need to be nice to me.
Right in the middle of the waiting area. There had to be about 30 people there waiting for a table or sitting in the bar. Oh man, you could of heard a pin drop. All eyes were on me including the wait staff and the manager. So what can I do but start picking up the casings. 
