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I live in small town Vernonia, OR. Population approx. 2500. I like to think of we're 'old school,' that is, most of us have (and many carry) weapons, the question is not IF you have a gun at home, but how many, and most would prefer to handle things ourselves than to call LEO over a dispute.
This weekend, however is Jamboree, where the whole town becomes a giant street fair for the weekend with events, vendors, and LOTS of tourists come to gawk and oggle in amusement at us simple ******* folk.
K, now to the point
: I'm sittin here at our local coffee shop (only place I can get free internet) with my wife and baby. Went outside for a smoke and to watch the easy sunday crowd. Police Sgt. rolls up across the street and parks. I pay him no mind, I'm a good boy ya see... But he comes walking up--almost uncomfortably close to me--and says "Good morning sir, I'm Sgt. 'John' with the Vernonia PD." I say "Yeah, I know you, how ya doin?" At this point I noticed another officer (the new guy, no badge or gun yet,) standing at my 5:00, also very close.
"We've had reports of a man walkin around in camo pants carrying a firearm." While that could be anyone in this town, it just so happens to be me this morning. I told him I'm licensed, he asked if I'm armed, I said "yes, 4:30 IWB." He asked if I had a permit. I again told him "yes, I'm licensed. Would you like to see it?" He said he would, so I very slowly put down my coffee and reached for my wallet (opposite my carry position
,) and produced my CHL and DL.
Long story short (a bit late for that?) he ran my ID, which of course came up clear, I asked if I was printing, half joking but also a bit baffled by the report, as this has never happened to me before. He chuckled, gave back my ID's, and with a wink said "Have a nice day, just keep it covered up..."
Whew! Although I know I had nothing to worry about, was a bit of a nerve racking experience, and I gotta admit I felt a bit violated, being outed like that. I know he's just doing his job, looking out for the scared sheeple, but in this world where we're expected to tolerate and accept all differences and cultures, no matter how wrong we believe them to be, how come people are so quick to point and scream "bad guy!" at the guy in camo pants. Still don't know how my firearm was discovered, as I always dress my 145 lb, 5'9 frame in XL t shirts and baggy pants, with a large hoody today.... Oh well. I'm back inside, un-harassed, tellin you all this long-ass story, so I guess all's well that ends well. Thanks for reading, feel free to comment or share your stories.
This weekend, however is Jamboree, where the whole town becomes a giant street fair for the weekend with events, vendors, and LOTS of tourists come to gawk and oggle in amusement at us simple ******* folk.
K, now to the point
"We've had reports of a man walkin around in camo pants carrying a firearm." While that could be anyone in this town, it just so happens to be me this morning. I told him I'm licensed, he asked if I'm armed, I said "yes, 4:30 IWB." He asked if I had a permit. I again told him "yes, I'm licensed. Would you like to see it?" He said he would, so I very slowly put down my coffee and reached for my wallet (opposite my carry position
Long story short (a bit late for that?) he ran my ID, which of course came up clear, I asked if I was printing, half joking but also a bit baffled by the report, as this has never happened to me before. He chuckled, gave back my ID's, and with a wink said "Have a nice day, just keep it covered up..."
Whew! Although I know I had nothing to worry about, was a bit of a nerve racking experience, and I gotta admit I felt a bit violated, being outed like that. I know he's just doing his job, looking out for the scared sheeple, but in this world where we're expected to tolerate and accept all differences and cultures, no matter how wrong we believe them to be, how come people are so quick to point and scream "bad guy!" at the guy in camo pants. Still don't know how my firearm was discovered, as I always dress my 145 lb, 5'9 frame in XL t shirts and baggy pants, with a large hoody today.... Oh well. I'm back inside, un-harassed, tellin you all this long-ass story, so I guess all's well that ends well. Thanks for reading, feel free to comment or share your stories.