comfortador
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Hi, all! I'm a long-time lurker here finally posting. This story is longish so please bear with me.
I am nineteen and living in the greater New Orleans area. My first time open carrying (with two spare mags) I went to see a movie at a theater (which I later discovered to have a no weapons policy). Anyway, I walk in, buy my ticket; no problems, no funny looks. As I take my seat in the theater, management walks ups to me and asks for my badge. (???)
He then informs me, somewhat rudely, that the theater has a no weapons policy. It turns out they have a smallish sign on the bottom corner of a door that I have never seen anyone use in my many years going to this theater.
So I, very politely, tell him that I will go to lock it in my car. I do that. Then (some people say stupidly) I go back to watch my movie for which I paid seven-fifty (still wearing my holster as it was looped through my belt) . As I return through the main door, showing the guy working the door my ticket stub, a police officer grabs me and leads me to his unmarked car.
He asks for my DL, which I hand over to him, and he returns to his car to do his stuff. At this point I am only thinking, "Man, I'm gonna miss the previews." I love the previews
He comes back to me and asks me where the gun is. I lead him to my minivan (also informing him that I carry a shotgun there) as he attempts to radio for backup (he seemed to be having difficulties working his radio) . I hand him the key when another officer finally shows up after ten minutes.
Okay, this is where it gets good. As they set to searching my van, officers start to trickle to the scene. Eventually, there are about a dozen officers on the scene (must have been a slow night). As I'm sitting on the curb as they ordered, and they start to pass around my Beretta PX4 Storm (admiring the sights) and pistol-grip Mossberg 500, they ask me one by one, "what were you thinking carrying a gun?"
Now, I have been led to believe that open carry was perfectly legal in Louisiana. But no, apparently I was mistaken. Or at least that's what nearly every officer on the scene repeatedly told me while I sat there shaking my head in disbelief.
Anyway, they arrest me, they stuff me in a holding cell with about fifty others, and all the while I'm never told with what they are charging me. After about eighteen hours (after they printed and processed me), they release me without a word (but with a court date). My court day is in a week, I can hardly wait.
So, that was my first open carry story
I am nineteen and living in the greater New Orleans area. My first time open carrying (with two spare mags) I went to see a movie at a theater (which I later discovered to have a no weapons policy). Anyway, I walk in, buy my ticket; no problems, no funny looks. As I take my seat in the theater, management walks ups to me and asks for my badge. (???)
He then informs me, somewhat rudely, that the theater has a no weapons policy. It turns out they have a smallish sign on the bottom corner of a door that I have never seen anyone use in my many years going to this theater.
So I, very politely, tell him that I will go to lock it in my car. I do that. Then (some people say stupidly) I go back to watch my movie for which I paid seven-fifty (still wearing my holster as it was looped through my belt) . As I return through the main door, showing the guy working the door my ticket stub, a police officer grabs me and leads me to his unmarked car.
He asks for my DL, which I hand over to him, and he returns to his car to do his stuff. At this point I am only thinking, "Man, I'm gonna miss the previews." I love the previews
He comes back to me and asks me where the gun is. I lead him to my minivan (also informing him that I carry a shotgun there) as he attempts to radio for backup (he seemed to be having difficulties working his radio) . I hand him the key when another officer finally shows up after ten minutes.
Okay, this is where it gets good. As they set to searching my van, officers start to trickle to the scene. Eventually, there are about a dozen officers on the scene (must have been a slow night). As I'm sitting on the curb as they ordered, and they start to pass around my Beretta PX4 Storm (admiring the sights) and pistol-grip Mossberg 500, they ask me one by one, "what were you thinking carrying a gun?"
Now, I have been led to believe that open carry was perfectly legal in Louisiana. But no, apparently I was mistaken. Or at least that's what nearly every officer on the scene repeatedly told me while I sat there shaking my head in disbelief.
Anyway, they arrest me, they stuff me in a holding cell with about fifty others, and all the while I'm never told with what they are charging me. After about eighteen hours (after they printed and processed me), they release me without a word (but with a court date). My court day is in a week, I can hardly wait.
So, that was my first open carry story