When I checked in at the Delta counter Sunday morning for my flight to Seattle, I went through the normal routine with the clueless ticket personnel as I "declared" a firearm in my checked luggage.
Haveing signed and placed the "unloaded firearm" card in the locked case (the Delta rep never looked at the gun), I had to take my luggage to the TSA table for screening.
The two guys working at the table this particular morning must have been gun nuts. When I informed them of the presence of the firearm, they went through the customary check -- usually done very discretely and quietly. Well, to my surprise -- one of the guys noticed what I had wasn't your average pocket pistol (the other guy thought is was a .380 of some type) -- as he looked closer he saw 9mm engraved on the chamber.
Seemingly not believing what he had seen, he proceeds to remove the pistol from the case and inspect more closely -- uh, in the view of everyone in the ticketing area! (women gasping and grabbing their children, etc.) Well, before I know it -- two other TSA gun nuts came over from an adjacent table to look for themselves...and pass it around the crowd to cop a feel.
I wish that I had Rohrbaugh brochures or business cards for Eric, cause they all wanted to know where they could get one! I could have sold them faster that hot Krispy Kremes! Finally, everything was locked up and placed back into my checked baggage, sealed and screened.
As I made the hike up to the gates, I could only ponder if my expensive "travel gun" would arrive safely in Seattle -- I only had 8 or so hours to think about it...
It did arrive safely -- though before I did. I turns out an earlier flight left Atlanta for Seattle while I was sitting in the terminal on a 3 hour layover. So, the luggage -- with gun and Gold Dots inside -- sat on the floor of the Seattle baggage claim area for an undetermined length of time before my arrival. (It just goes to show that the "rule" of your luggage having to travel on the same plane as you do is a crock)
Needless to say, I couldn't get to my National rental car quickly enough to rip open the suitcase and retrieve my R9s. Loaded up and snugly secured into my Hedley holster, I placed it in my jeans pocket as I ventured into the liberal wild of the "big" city...
