I have walked up to, and through, the metal detector on a couple of occasions with things I shouldn't have. When you travel a lot sometimes you forget things.. going to the airport stops being a big deal when you do it 60+ times a year.
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I can see that. But for me anyway, flying is enough of a break in my routine that it's no problem to make sure I don't have a gun, knife, or rounds on me, and do a couple of other things, like make sure I wear shoes that I can slip on and off, wear my 5.11 belt with the polymer buckle (They still make me take it off), and just pocket my phone, since my phone case has a metal swivel, and it's a royal pain in the ass to get off of my belt. IMHO, if you carry routinely, you should make securing your weapon part of your pre-travel checklist, right up there with making sure your bags are packed.
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What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)
I used to fly too often, and hauled a big camera bag full of cameras and lenses as my carryon. In 1987, I had been on the road in my van and had a little .22 revolver in my camera bag for popping at jackrabbits with. Forgot it was there, and flew from Syracuse to Oklahoma. The bag went through two xrays and one hand inspection, and nobody found it. I found it when I was home in OK, and bricks were shat. I know I turned white as a sheet. But that was in '87, long before all this intense security BS.
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What a problem.... No, I have not forgotten where my concealed carry was and if I was traveling by plane I would take all precautions... ie: knives in pockets, firearms etc... BUY a damn bag for travel and another for shooting for shit sakes... I have a shooting buddy that works for FEMA/HLS. One Saturday we were shooting blackpowder and he mentioned he was going out of state for an assignment,,, We actually discussed what would happen to him if he wore the same blue jeans to travel that he shot in and we discussed the "sniffer" at the airport detecting the black powder residue on his clothes....
I can remember flying when I was in the military. You could smoke on the plane, no fucking security, and no taking your fucking shoes off for the welfare recieving TSA... It has gotten out of hand, fellas....
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Ummmm, the "proposed" change allowing pocket knives was revoked. http://articles.latimes.com/2013/jun...nives-20130606 4" razor sharp scissors, sure that's fine but no pocket knives.![]()
Now, on topic with the thread. I could see forgetting about it until you were in the airport but actually getting through the security line before remembering... I travel about 40 times a year and I basically pat myself down before even approaching the line to make sure I don't have anything that will get me slightly hassled in my pockets. Now I can completely understand accidentally ending up with a bullet or mag in a piece of luggage, a small knife would be very easy to forget, but a loaded gun doesn't make much sense to me.
Got to the ticket counter and said FUK very loud as i was reaching for my ID a nice ken onion was still in my pocket.
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