Saturday Night - Pulled Over and Armed
Last night about 8 PM, after two college football games and before the NHL Jackets 3-2 comeback in Chicago, I headed down to the convenience store for sandwiches and chips. Saturday night, Convenience Store - yeah, I'm armed.
When I went through the intersection, the light was more orange than yellow so I suppose I had it coming. And it didn't help that I had left the cargo light on in the back of the truck, either. Good thing I don't drink. I see him out of the corner of my eye. The light show is on, I pull over.
Window down, hands on the wheel at 10 and 2.
Heart in my throat beating at 100 MPH trying like Hell to remember the words I was taught. I know that I am legal but have heard stories of guys being cuffed and chewing asphalt while they straighten things out.
Spotlight illuminates me from behind, flashlight illuminates my face, this is getting very real ...
"Good Evening, Sir"
"Good Evening, Officer. I have a Concealed Carry License and I am armed. How would you like to proceed?"
"Where is it? Right hip?"
"No Sir. Inside right ankle."
"Okay, don't make any moves toward that leg. Do you have your permit with you?"
"Absolutely. It's the law. It's in my wallet with my driver's license. Right front pocket."
(By now, there's a second flashlight coming in from the passenger side.) "Slowly take out your wallet. Proof of insurance?." (I hand him my license, permit and insurance card, notice the shaking fingers, realize they're mine).
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"Yes Sir. That light was a tweener, I wasn't sure whether to stop or go and it was real yellow when I went under it.
"And you have white lights on in the rear. Keep your hands on the wheel. I'll be back in a minute.."
I hear him talking to the other officers. Oh yeah, now there's a second unit and four officers total. "This guy knows the drill. He told me he was armed and hasn't moved his hands off the wheel at all. I'll run his plates. Keep en eye on him."
A few minutes or an eternity later he returns and hands me back my papers. "Can you turn off the cargo light?" Absolutely! (click).
"Thank you for being honest and cooperative. You knew why I pulled you over and didn't try to lie your way out of it. I'm letting you off with a warning. Watch those lights, drive carefully and enjoy your evening."
I will admit I was scared $#!+-less but honesty saved the day.
Last night about 8 PM, after two college football games and before the NHL Jackets 3-2 comeback in Chicago, I headed down to the convenience store for sandwiches and chips. Saturday night, Convenience Store - yeah, I'm armed.

When I went through the intersection, the light was more orange than yellow so I suppose I had it coming. And it didn't help that I had left the cargo light on in the back of the truck, either. Good thing I don't drink. I see him out of the corner of my eye. The light show is on, I pull over.
Window down, hands on the wheel at 10 and 2.
Heart in my throat beating at 100 MPH trying like Hell to remember the words I was taught. I know that I am legal but have heard stories of guys being cuffed and chewing asphalt while they straighten things out.
Spotlight illuminates me from behind, flashlight illuminates my face, this is getting very real ...
"Good Evening, Sir"
"Good Evening, Officer. I have a Concealed Carry License and I am armed. How would you like to proceed?"
"Where is it? Right hip?"
"No Sir. Inside right ankle."
"Okay, don't make any moves toward that leg. Do you have your permit with you?"
"Absolutely. It's the law. It's in my wallet with my driver's license. Right front pocket."
(By now, there's a second flashlight coming in from the passenger side.) "Slowly take out your wallet. Proof of insurance?." (I hand him my license, permit and insurance card, notice the shaking fingers, realize they're mine).
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"Yes Sir. That light was a tweener, I wasn't sure whether to stop or go and it was real yellow when I went under it.
"And you have white lights on in the rear. Keep your hands on the wheel. I'll be back in a minute.."
I hear him talking to the other officers. Oh yeah, now there's a second unit and four officers total. "This guy knows the drill. He told me he was armed and hasn't moved his hands off the wheel at all. I'll run his plates. Keep en eye on him."
A few minutes or an eternity later he returns and hands me back my papers. "Can you turn off the cargo light?" Absolutely! (click).
"Thank you for being honest and cooperative. You knew why I pulled you over and didn't try to lie your way out of it. I'm letting you off with a warning. Watch those lights, drive carefully and enjoy your evening."
I will admit I was scared $#!+-less but honesty saved the day.