So, I am involved in an accident Tuesday. Unfortunately, I got banged up a bit as did my wife and my poor old truck needs some TLC now. Long story short, this is just one more straw in a long line of straws recently. We have had about enough bad, would like to see some good.
Anyway, I am at the scene, helping the other guy, he's not hurt and the City Cop shows up. I had met him previously. He seemed like a nice guy when I last spoke with him. When he got there, I was talking with the other fella.
The cop walks up and begins talking with me in a cordial manner with concern for my well-being when some minutes into our conversation, he notices my mags in their dual mag pouch on my off side. His face goes from friendly to stern, he stiffens up like an ironing board and thumbs the thumb break on his Glock while firmly grasping the Glock's grip.
He asks me why I have mags on my belt and I say, "I open carry". He asks what kind of gun and I say "a .45". He steps back, taking a defensive stance and asks, do you have it on you? as he is looking at my empty holster. I replied, "It's in the truck". He then went into a monologue on how cops have a attitude about gun carry for a reason.
I talked at length with him about it and found out his father had been killed in the line of duty and alluded to that being the reason for his response. My response to his attitude change and his questioning was very neutral to friendly as I did not want to get shot and I did relate as my grandfather had also died in the line of duty in Buffalo New York. He was a tough Irish Cop who gave everything.
This cop eventually calmed down, snapped the thumb break on his Glock and went on with the accident business after he realized he wasn't going to get shot. He figured I probably was OK.
I relate this to illustrate that the cop you may face may be stunned that you carry and his reaction to you may be fueled by fear due to circumstances that have absolutely nothing to do with you. In this case, his father's death.
Point being, that you don't have to cower, or back down. Just be confident, polite and move very slowly. Alls well that ends well.
I have to admit that my heart really got a workout that day. WOW!