e95070
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Hey guys, it's my first post. Sadly, it's about silly cops and their silly adrenaline high's.
I was just coming home from the gym in Grand Forks, ND (right across the river from East Grand in MN) when I looked in my rear-view and saw a lone Patrol car following me. He must've been bored and it was about 3 in the am so I suppose he was making sure I wasn't doing anything I didn't need to be doing.
Well, I was just turning into my parking lot and he turned on his cherries so I stopped, calmly (I don't get excited very easily) and sat back. I was packing my 1911 openly in my Miami-Classic (Cocked and locked because that's how you carry the damn thing) and didn't really even think about it as the officer walked up to the window. You should have seen his damn eyes.
"Put your hands on the steering wheel!" His voice came out in almost scream-like fashion. "And don't move!" He had his gun out, but not pointed at me, which made me wrinkle my eye brows with annoyance and shake my head.
"You want my carry-permit?" I asked calmly, staring at him like he was a 12 year old who didn't understand what was happening.
He told me to keep my hands on the steering wheel and then he called for backup which came chirping along on the icy road that runs by Northland Community and Technial College. Which partner at his side, officer number one got me out of the car, put me against the vehicle, took my gun out of my shoulder-holster, set it on my drivers' seat of all places! Then he took my wallet out of my pocket, got my credentials, and climbed in the car with me (driver's seat of course).
We had a good conversation mainly concerning how much he was overreacting as his partner searched my car for "any more weapons" and ammo for my 1911. The guy about blew his stack when he found my AR15 shoulder harness with mags in it (Empty were they? Phenomenal). Then he got out of the vehicle, took off my cuffs and told me to stay by his car.
Officer number one then proceeded to try to understand how to unload my 1911. It dumbfounded him. I had to verbally walk him through it, reassuring him several times that if he clicked down the thumb-safety, the gun would not randomly fire. When it was all said and done, he proceeded to tell me he was going to buy one, but picked his XDM instead. Guess the 1911 was too complicated for him.
The last bit of our conversation involved him telling me how I should NOT carry it with a bullet in the chamber and the hammer back. He said that one second I might gain if I needed to draw it wasn't worth how nervous it made a guy. Silly Cop. What am I supposed to do? Ask for a second so I can load my gun?
At the very end, as they were releasing me, he put my gun in the trunk of my car, unloaded and asked me if I understould why he was doing that. I responded "No, it doesn't make sense actually. It should go where it's supposed to be: in my holster." And he replied with.
"It's for the safety of me and my partner."
I just shook my head, waved goodbye as they drove away, opened my trunk, and put my gun in my holster. And that was the end of my encounter with MN, bored out of their minds Police. I ended up with a warning for having a blinker out. It sure was an irritating scenario for a damn turn signal.
I was just coming home from the gym in Grand Forks, ND (right across the river from East Grand in MN) when I looked in my rear-view and saw a lone Patrol car following me. He must've been bored and it was about 3 in the am so I suppose he was making sure I wasn't doing anything I didn't need to be doing.
Well, I was just turning into my parking lot and he turned on his cherries so I stopped, calmly (I don't get excited very easily) and sat back. I was packing my 1911 openly in my Miami-Classic (Cocked and locked because that's how you carry the damn thing) and didn't really even think about it as the officer walked up to the window. You should have seen his damn eyes.
"Put your hands on the steering wheel!" His voice came out in almost scream-like fashion. "And don't move!" He had his gun out, but not pointed at me, which made me wrinkle my eye brows with annoyance and shake my head.
"You want my carry-permit?" I asked calmly, staring at him like he was a 12 year old who didn't understand what was happening.
He told me to keep my hands on the steering wheel and then he called for backup which came chirping along on the icy road that runs by Northland Community and Technial College. Which partner at his side, officer number one got me out of the car, put me against the vehicle, took my gun out of my shoulder-holster, set it on my drivers' seat of all places! Then he took my wallet out of my pocket, got my credentials, and climbed in the car with me (driver's seat of course).
We had a good conversation mainly concerning how much he was overreacting as his partner searched my car for "any more weapons" and ammo for my 1911. The guy about blew his stack when he found my AR15 shoulder harness with mags in it (Empty were they? Phenomenal). Then he got out of the vehicle, took off my cuffs and told me to stay by his car.
Officer number one then proceeded to try to understand how to unload my 1911. It dumbfounded him. I had to verbally walk him through it, reassuring him several times that if he clicked down the thumb-safety, the gun would not randomly fire. When it was all said and done, he proceeded to tell me he was going to buy one, but picked his XDM instead. Guess the 1911 was too complicated for him.
The last bit of our conversation involved him telling me how I should NOT carry it with a bullet in the chamber and the hammer back. He said that one second I might gain if I needed to draw it wasn't worth how nervous it made a guy. Silly Cop. What am I supposed to do? Ask for a second so I can load my gun?
At the very end, as they were releasing me, he put my gun in the trunk of my car, unloaded and asked me if I understould why he was doing that. I responded "No, it doesn't make sense actually. It should go where it's supposed to be: in my holster." And he replied with.
"It's for the safety of me and my partner."
I just shook my head, waved goodbye as they drove away, opened my trunk, and put my gun in my holster. And that was the end of my encounter with MN, bored out of their minds Police. I ended up with a warning for having a blinker out. It sure was an irritating scenario for a damn turn signal.