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This June I'll be making my yearly sojurn to your Northwoods. My family has a house on White Sand Lake in Lac du Flambeau and I spend a couple of weeks up there every year. I plan on OC'ing in the area in support of my repressed Wisconsin OC'ers.
Your vehicle laws regarding handguns are some of the most rediculous I've read... they are based on no logic I can fathom. I'll be a scofflaw.
We live under the same Constitution, but consider if the followng had happened in your beautiful State:
On the way to a buddy's house last Friday I partook in what my fellow vette drivers like to call "spirited driving". I wasin the process of actually slowing down when a motorcycle cop tagged me for 82 in a 65. I had my loaded, one in the chamber, holstered, XD .45 on the console in plain sight and easy reach. The motorcylce copped asked what grips I had on it then returned to his bike with my license and registration.
He returned to my car, asked me where I was heading. I realize I didn't have to tell him but there was no harm so I told him the truth: to my buddy's house for some small stakes poker. He wished me luck in the game and handed me a warning ticket.
I can't help but to think what would have happened were this in Wisconsin. Snipers from helicopters? Swat teams?
Geez... hard to believe we live under the same Constitution. Hang in there
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This June I'll be making my yearly sojurn to your Northwoods. My family has a house on White Sand Lake in Lac du Flambeau and I spend a couple of weeks up there every year. I plan on OC'ing in the area in support of my repressed Wisconsin OC'ers.
Your vehicle laws regarding handguns are some of the most rediculous I've read... they are based on no logic I can fathom. I'll be a scofflaw.
We live under the same Constitution, but consider if the followng had happened in your beautiful State:
On the way to a buddy's house last Friday I partook in what my fellow vette drivers like to call "spirited driving". I wasin the process of actually slowing down when a motorcycle cop tagged me for 82 in a 65. I had my loaded, one in the chamber, holstered, XD .45 on the console in plain sight and easy reach. The motorcylce copped asked what grips I had on it then returned to his bike with my license and registration.
He returned to my car, asked me where I was heading. I realize I didn't have to tell him but there was no harm so I told him the truth: to my buddy's house for some small stakes poker. He wished me luck in the game and handed me a warning ticket.
I can't help but to think what would have happened were this in Wisconsin. Snipers from helicopters? Swat teams?
Geez... hard to believe we live under the same Constitution. Hang in there
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