MrGlock
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This happened in December of 2008.
I had just gotten dropped off to my apartment by a friend; we had gotten back from the west side area about 25 miles away and were shooting some of our firearms. It was almost 5PM, and I had told a neighbor I worked with that I would look at her car because it had a check-engine light. Not 5 minutes after I got dropped off, I had my toolbox in hand walking down my street, with my .45 still in its holster, carrying openly on the street.
Keep in mind, I live in the warzone, just north of Central avenue, and we've had a bit of police activity in the area but not on my particular street.
My neighbor lives 6 houses down, and owns a car identical to mine. I knocked on her door and I proceeded to look at her car. Maybe 10 minutes into the diagnosis, with my head under the hood of her car, I noticed a police cruiser rolled by her house very slowly, heading southbound. A small thought occurred to me, as I had carried open up the street to my neighbor's house...
Nah, probably isn't for me, I thought.
I then realized I was missing a tool necessary to remove a part. I told her I needed to go back home to get it. She said she would go with me.
So we start walking down the street.
Another cop car, this time a Sergeant's SUV, comes rolling around the corner, heading northbound. The southbound cruiser had turned around and started following the police SUV.
Aw, damnit, I thought, telling my neighbor "these guys are probably for me, don't worry about it, my paperwork is legit-" as she knew I had a CCW.
"Ok," she said, kind of smiling but I could tell she was a little unsure.
All of a sudden, a third cruiser was heading southbound on my street, and with the other two units they had boxed us in. A big (and I mean big as in fat) sergeant with a nice looking Kimber .45 and an attitude steps up to me with his gun drawn, as well as the other officers drawing their own duty pieces:
"HANDS ON YOUR HEAD, ON YOUR F*CKING KNEES!!!!"
So, needless to say, my 50 year old neighbor and myself were on our knees, hands on our heads, in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of the street, with ALL OF THE NEIGHBORS ON THE STREET looking at us, staring at three police officers with their guns drawn. The sergeant was standing maybe 3 feet from me, his .45 aimed directly at my head.
And I was smiling... SMILING!!
"I don't know you, man! I don't know you!" the sergeant bellowed to me, not liking the fact I was smiling at him. I wanted to laugh so hard!
A female officer had taken my .45 out of my fobus holster, ejecting the mag and unchambering the firearm.
"Why are you carrying a gun?" the sergeant yelled at me.
"Open carry is legal in New Mexico," I replied.
"Where do you live?" the sergeant continued-
I weakly pointed with my right hand over my left shoulder to my apartment, which was maybe 100 yards away, "right over there..." I said, still smiling.
Somewhere in the process, my wallet with my CCW and DL came out, and both verified my current address. In New Mexico, if your CCW doesn't have the current address, you can be fined $500 and possibly spend a month in jail. It's very worth mailing your CCW to NMDPS with the $5 transfer fee when you move to another house or apartment, simply to save yourself from this predicament if it ever happens to you.
"Why are you carrying a gun in the warzone?" said the third officer, another male, with not quite as much attitude as his superior officer had.
"Open carry is legal in New Mexico," I stated again.
Do these guys get it? I'm legal! I said to myself.
Not to mention, it IS the warzone, why NOT carry a gun?
After more questions I don't exactly remember, and stating that NM is an open carry state at least three times, I was given my firearm back, empty of course, and basically let go. My CCW matched my DL in regards to the living address, and there was nothing they could hold me on. My neighbor and I had started walking down the street, and when I knew all of the cops were back in their cars, I reloaded my handgun, chambered a round, and put my .45 back in its holster.
God Bless New Mexico and its open carry laws
This happened in December of 2008.
I had just gotten dropped off to my apartment by a friend; we had gotten back from the west side area about 25 miles away and were shooting some of our firearms. It was almost 5PM, and I had told a neighbor I worked with that I would look at her car because it had a check-engine light. Not 5 minutes after I got dropped off, I had my toolbox in hand walking down my street, with my .45 still in its holster, carrying openly on the street.
Keep in mind, I live in the warzone, just north of Central avenue, and we've had a bit of police activity in the area but not on my particular street.
My neighbor lives 6 houses down, and owns a car identical to mine. I knocked on her door and I proceeded to look at her car. Maybe 10 minutes into the diagnosis, with my head under the hood of her car, I noticed a police cruiser rolled by her house very slowly, heading southbound. A small thought occurred to me, as I had carried open up the street to my neighbor's house...
Nah, probably isn't for me, I thought.
I then realized I was missing a tool necessary to remove a part. I told her I needed to go back home to get it. She said she would go with me.
So we start walking down the street.
Another cop car, this time a Sergeant's SUV, comes rolling around the corner, heading northbound. The southbound cruiser had turned around and started following the police SUV.
Aw, damnit, I thought, telling my neighbor "these guys are probably for me, don't worry about it, my paperwork is legit-" as she knew I had a CCW.
"Ok," she said, kind of smiling but I could tell she was a little unsure.
All of a sudden, a third cruiser was heading southbound on my street, and with the other two units they had boxed us in. A big (and I mean big as in fat) sergeant with a nice looking Kimber .45 and an attitude steps up to me with his gun drawn, as well as the other officers drawing their own duty pieces:
"HANDS ON YOUR HEAD, ON YOUR F*CKING KNEES!!!!"
So, needless to say, my 50 year old neighbor and myself were on our knees, hands on our heads, in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of the street, with ALL OF THE NEIGHBORS ON THE STREET looking at us, staring at three police officers with their guns drawn. The sergeant was standing maybe 3 feet from me, his .45 aimed directly at my head.
And I was smiling... SMILING!!
"I don't know you, man! I don't know you!" the sergeant bellowed to me, not liking the fact I was smiling at him. I wanted to laugh so hard!
A female officer had taken my .45 out of my fobus holster, ejecting the mag and unchambering the firearm.
"Why are you carrying a gun?" the sergeant yelled at me.
"Open carry is legal in New Mexico," I replied.
"Where do you live?" the sergeant continued-
I weakly pointed with my right hand over my left shoulder to my apartment, which was maybe 100 yards away, "right over there..." I said, still smiling.
Somewhere in the process, my wallet with my CCW and DL came out, and both verified my current address. In New Mexico, if your CCW doesn't have the current address, you can be fined $500 and possibly spend a month in jail. It's very worth mailing your CCW to NMDPS with the $5 transfer fee when you move to another house or apartment, simply to save yourself from this predicament if it ever happens to you.
"Why are you carrying a gun in the warzone?" said the third officer, another male, with not quite as much attitude as his superior officer had.
"Open carry is legal in New Mexico," I stated again.
Do these guys get it? I'm legal! I said to myself.
Not to mention, it IS the warzone, why NOT carry a gun?
After more questions I don't exactly remember, and stating that NM is an open carry state at least three times, I was given my firearm back, empty of course, and basically let go. My CCW matched my DL in regards to the living address, and there was nothing they could hold me on. My neighbor and I had started walking down the street, and when I knew all of the cops were back in their cars, I reloaded my handgun, chambered a round, and put my .45 back in its holster.
God Bless New Mexico and its open carry laws
