I went by the gas station on the way to go frog gigging. One of the LEOs (Reservoir Patrol) sitting at a table started to chat me up, asking me was I about to go frog gigging. I said yes. He said I thought I recognized you from a while back, have you been doing any good. I said yeah, I've even gotten some other people started on it, and they all seem to like it. Well he and the deputies he was sitting with got up to go to their cars.
I turned to the side to head back to the cash register to pay for my drinks. I noticed him do a double-take at the weapon. He asked " you have a permit, right?" I said "Yes, do you need to see it?" He said "Nah, not unless I get a call with a complaint." They went to their cars, and I paid for my drinks. He was sitting in his car when I got out of the door. He motioned me over. He asked me about my dog box, and we talked about hunting for a little bit.
The weapon was a snubby in an Uncle Mike's IWB holster clipped to my overalls at the right hip.
I turned to the side to head back to the cash register to pay for my drinks. I noticed him do a double-take at the weapon. He asked " you have a permit, right?" I said "Yes, do you need to see it?" He said "Nah, not unless I get a call with a complaint." They went to their cars, and I paid for my drinks. He was sitting in his car when I got out of the door. He motioned me over. He asked me about my dog box, and we talked about hunting for a little bit.
The weapon was a snubby in an Uncle Mike's IWB holster clipped to my overalls at the right hip.