“Are you law enforcement?” My three daughters and I were bowling at the Pin & Cue in Whitefish, Montana. I was open-carrying my Caracal C in an RKBA holster. Aside from a couple in lane 15 and the regulars drinking in some dimly-lit room in the back, the alley was empty. “No,” I replied. “Well, we don’t allow firearms or knives in here,” the bowling dude declared somewhat sheepishly. “Don’t get me wrong,” he added quickly. “I support the Second Amendment and your rights. It’s just our policy.” “No problem,” I said. “I’ll put it in the car.” Oh sure, I could have made a stink. But I’m on vacation (obviously). So I didn’t point out that the P&C’s door didn’t have any signs regarding firearms. Not until I turned in our shoes. “I guess it’s just assumed,” the guy said. “The owner wants this to be a family place.” What does that tell you about open carry in this part of Montana? After ice cream at Sweet Peaks, I heard a schmoozer tell his friend “It’s nice to see someone packing.” Even so, I’m carrying concealed now. For a bit.