09-06-2013, 05:20 AM
The last time I visited D.C. from NC, my Jeep was so full of spent brass, it looked like I had been doing drive-by's for days. I was big into 3-Gun at the time, and had all kinds of 5.56 and .45 ACP all over the floor boards, cargo area, seats, etc.
I was so tired on the way back to NC, and traffic was at a standstill for hours. I literally couldn't stay awake any longer, so I just pulled over on I-95 since the traffic wasn't going anywhere. Some VA Highway Patrol pulled up to me against traffic on the side of the road, and dismounted.
They approached me, and I notified them immediately of my stainless 1911 in the center console. They said it wasn't plainly visible. "You're looking at it, right there." I told them. They asked if I was a vet, since I had Bragg POV decals on my windshield. They issued me a citation for illegal parking, took my 1911, emptied all my cartridge from the magazine into the back of my Jeep, then noticed all the 5.56 brass. Then they started asking where the long guns are. I told them I do a lot of firearms training, and that I compete every weekend, but that my long guns were definitely not in the car.
They asked where I had been, where I was going, etc., and I said I had been in D.C.
"You took firearms into D.C.?"
"Yes.....on the Virginia side, where I used to be stationed."
They were itching to pin me with something more, but at least they could get me for "illegal parking". That ended any future plans for road trips through VA to visit the Den of Corruption. I told them it was either drive while tired and falling asleep, or pull over, and the traffic was literally at a stand still because of some huge club event. Once I arrived at the next gas station, there were hundreds of people who had spilled out from the event, yelling at each other, causing public nuisance, and being verbally provocative with each other.
"Great, just when I need my 1911, my rounds are all strewn in the back by the cops." I immediately topped off my mag again. I guess I would be a criminal in D.C. now. How many lawsuits do these nutball control freaks need until they understand, "Keep and bear arms"?
I was so tired on the way back to NC, and traffic was at a standstill for hours. I literally couldn't stay awake any longer, so I just pulled over on I-95 since the traffic wasn't going anywhere. Some VA Highway Patrol pulled up to me against traffic on the side of the road, and dismounted.
They approached me, and I notified them immediately of my stainless 1911 in the center console. They said it wasn't plainly visible. "You're looking at it, right there." I told them. They asked if I was a vet, since I had Bragg POV decals on my windshield. They issued me a citation for illegal parking, took my 1911, emptied all my cartridge from the magazine into the back of my Jeep, then noticed all the 5.56 brass. Then they started asking where the long guns are. I told them I do a lot of firearms training, and that I compete every weekend, but that my long guns were definitely not in the car.
They asked where I had been, where I was going, etc., and I said I had been in D.C.
"You took firearms into D.C.?"
"Yes.....on the Virginia side, where I used to be stationed."
They were itching to pin me with something more, but at least they could get me for "illegal parking". That ended any future plans for road trips through VA to visit the Den of Corruption. I told them it was either drive while tired and falling asleep, or pull over, and the traffic was literally at a stand still because of some huge club event. Once I arrived at the next gas station, there were hundreds of people who had spilled out from the event, yelling at each other, causing public nuisance, and being verbally provocative with each other.
"Great, just when I need my 1911, my rounds are all strewn in the back by the cops." I immediately topped off my mag again. I guess I would be a criminal in D.C. now. How many lawsuits do these nutball control freaks need until they understand, "Keep and bear arms"?