Today, I’m flying from the Washington, DC area out to Phoenix, Arizona to participate in the Gunsite event I referenced in the prologue portion of the Crimson Chronicles. My journey began this morning, checking through security with my “special items.”
First off; Delta Airlines, what the hell guys? “TSA Locks are NOT approved for securing special items such as firearms.” Really?
Back on topic – I’m checking two special items, both of my “bags.” The first, my actual bag, has a T&E model of SIG’s P250 2SUM. The second, and much more interesting, is a Pelican 1750 on loan to me from Foghorn. In that little puppy I’m carrying a 9mm suppressed AR, KRISS’ Vector CRB / SO, and my trusty 1911.
I say, I feel like Nick Cage in Lord of War. A regular traveling arsenal.
Second gripe – Delta, WTF is with making me OPEN the case in the middle of the concourse. You freaked the living crap out of those around me. Thanks. Now everybody knows I’m packing heat.
Enough with the griping and on to pertinent topics – TSA. I get escorted over to the “special items” section and my bags are scanned. I’m rocking two rifles and three-ish pistols. The rifles spark particular interest in the three TSA agents manning the post. What does TSA do? Single me out for more screening? Cavity search? Verify my gender? Nah, nothing that incendiary. Instead they’re now chatting me up, asking about TTAG, and in general being pretty dang cool! We’ve obtained three new readers – welcome to the ranks of the Armed Intelligentsia gentlemen, we’re glad to have you aboard.
We’re boarding .. time to shut down .. Stay tuned!