tommypotatoes
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I got my non resident CCW license from Utah last year, in advance of a recent road trip from Illinois to Arizonaand back. I did all of my homework ahead of time, including reading a week before my trip that New Mexico had just decided not to honor the Utah license anymore.
I've got to tell you, it was a strange experience... Concealed in this state, open in this one, in the glove box for this one and locked away and unloaded in two more. I felt like I should have an attorney with me, instead of my wife. One thing I noticed most was the lack of seeing any others who were carrying openly or those that I felt could be carrying concealed. But I guess if it's really concealed, I shouldn't notice, eh?
Other than the sense of my own possible paranoia, I could only say that there was one time that I was happy that I was carrying. We were stopped at a rest stop in Arizona, just after entering the state from New Mexico, and I parked the car in what seemed to be a good spot. My wife got out first and then I got out to get our dog out of the back of our SUV. My wife called me away from the car and said for me to move the car, because the guy in the next car had tried to start up a conversation with her and it made her real nervous. I went back to the car as if to check the rear door and saw that there were actually two guys in that car, and one of them had come out of the passenger side and was leaning on the back of their car, looking like he was sizing me up. The wife was right - they looked like dirtbags...
Well, I kind of pulled back my shirt as I reached into my pocket to dig out my keys, which revealed my .44 bulldog in a OWB holster for a moment, while I took a good look into both of their faces, before I got into the car and moved it well away from that spot.
Other than that, it was a trip that was only memorable for the scenery and the fact that carrying (concealed or open) sometimes made me feel more unconfortable than I had expected... Except for that one stop.
I got my non resident CCW license from Utah last year, in advance of a recent road trip from Illinois to Arizonaand back. I did all of my homework ahead of time, including reading a week before my trip that New Mexico had just decided not to honor the Utah license anymore.
I've got to tell you, it was a strange experience... Concealed in this state, open in this one, in the glove box for this one and locked away and unloaded in two more. I felt like I should have an attorney with me, instead of my wife. One thing I noticed most was the lack of seeing any others who were carrying openly or those that I felt could be carrying concealed. But I guess if it's really concealed, I shouldn't notice, eh?
Other than the sense of my own possible paranoia, I could only say that there was one time that I was happy that I was carrying. We were stopped at a rest stop in Arizona, just after entering the state from New Mexico, and I parked the car in what seemed to be a good spot. My wife got out first and then I got out to get our dog out of the back of our SUV. My wife called me away from the car and said for me to move the car, because the guy in the next car had tried to start up a conversation with her and it made her real nervous. I went back to the car as if to check the rear door and saw that there were actually two guys in that car, and one of them had come out of the passenger side and was leaning on the back of their car, looking like he was sizing me up. The wife was right - they looked like dirtbags...
Well, I kind of pulled back my shirt as I reached into my pocket to dig out my keys, which revealed my .44 bulldog in a OWB holster for a moment, while I took a good look into both of their faces, before I got into the car and moved it well away from that spot.
Other than that, it was a trip that was only memorable for the scenery and the fact that carrying (concealed or open) sometimes made me feel more unconfortable than I had expected... Except for that one stop.