This happened to me this last Monday when I was returning home from my mother's house, about a 260 mile trip give or take.
Anyway I had pulled past the halfway point, where I'd stopped to eat thankfully (see why in a second), and I was about 20 miles from home when I was pulled over.
So anyway I got my little red truck onto the shoulder, and it went something like this-
Good afternoon can I see your license and proof of insurance? (as he's checking my stickers)
Sure but before we get started I am obligated to tell you I have a concealed handgun license.
Do you have a weapon in your possession right now?
Yes I do officer.
Put it on the dashboard slowly.
Would you like me to clear it?
No that won't be necessary.
So I place it up there gingerly with the muzzle pointing at the shoulder of the road. Anyway I dig out the insurance card the state requires and show him my IDs and he takes them all.
Keep your hands on your steering wheel where I can see them.
So I do. He's gone about 8 minutes or so. Nothing unusual so far, and I figure he's going to come back and tell me what I did.
He comes back but doesn't bring my credentials back with him. He wants to know again who I am where I live where I work. I tell him and he goes back. He was being nice about it, but my hands are starting to cramp slightly after having to hold them in place for so long, and he had his sidearm indexed the whole time.
He's gone about 10 minutes and comes back again and I can see another officer is in the patrol car and is standing behind him. And he wants to know where I've been and where I'm going and I tell him. He asks me if I can prove it, and luckily I have the receipt for my lunch and I hand it to him so he can see the time and day stamp, not to mention it shows it was where I said it was. I then mention since it's a credit card receipt I can show him the card that matches those exact numbers.
He takes the receipt and goes back to the car and gets in for about 9 or 10 minutes, then comes back with the receipt and my credentials. I am then asked to unload my weapon and put it away, so I do, and then they let me go.
I look at the clock and I've been there about 28 minutes, stopped on the side of the road, and not that I'm complaining, but I was issued no ticket or citation and I didn't feel like asking stupid questions and wasting more time.
I thought it was kind of weird, and a little strange. I was wondering if anyone here could tell me why they might have proceeded that way?
Anyway I had pulled past the halfway point, where I'd stopped to eat thankfully (see why in a second), and I was about 20 miles from home when I was pulled over.
So anyway I got my little red truck onto the shoulder, and it went something like this-
Good afternoon can I see your license and proof of insurance? (as he's checking my stickers)
Sure but before we get started I am obligated to tell you I have a concealed handgun license.
Do you have a weapon in your possession right now?
Yes I do officer.
Put it on the dashboard slowly.
Would you like me to clear it?
No that won't be necessary.
So I place it up there gingerly with the muzzle pointing at the shoulder of the road. Anyway I dig out the insurance card the state requires and show him my IDs and he takes them all.
Keep your hands on your steering wheel where I can see them.
So I do. He's gone about 8 minutes or so. Nothing unusual so far, and I figure he's going to come back and tell me what I did.
He comes back but doesn't bring my credentials back with him. He wants to know again who I am where I live where I work. I tell him and he goes back. He was being nice about it, but my hands are starting to cramp slightly after having to hold them in place for so long, and he had his sidearm indexed the whole time.
He's gone about 10 minutes and comes back again and I can see another officer is in the patrol car and is standing behind him. And he wants to know where I've been and where I'm going and I tell him. He asks me if I can prove it, and luckily I have the receipt for my lunch and I hand it to him so he can see the time and day stamp, not to mention it shows it was where I said it was. I then mention since it's a credit card receipt I can show him the card that matches those exact numbers.
He takes the receipt and goes back to the car and gets in for about 9 or 10 minutes, then comes back with the receipt and my credentials. I am then asked to unload my weapon and put it away, so I do, and then they let me go.
I look at the clock and I've been there about 28 minutes, stopped on the side of the road, and not that I'm complaining, but I was issued no ticket or citation and I didn't feel like asking stupid questions and wasting more time.
I thought it was kind of weird, and a little strange. I was wondering if anyone here could tell me why they might have proceeded that way?
