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Great hunt and time with everyone. Company was great, weather was great the last couple days, and plenty of critters.


Here's a chuckle for ya. I've joined Bob's "retired Navy SEAL club," apparently.

Just got settled in my seat for flight San Antonio to Charlotte when a flight attendant approaches me with, "The Captain needs to speak with you."

OK, sure. No idea.

The attendant direts me to the gangway and the Captain is standing there, out of earshot of the crew. He looks agitated and serious. Went like this:

Me: "Hi -." Cuts me off.

"What agency you with?"

"Hm?"

"What agency are you with?"

He's a bit red in the face. I cock my head like a dog, looking at this guy.

"What government agency do you work for?" He's clutching a piece of white paper with old-school courier printer type on it, arranged in blocks of text.

"I'm not sure what you mean" I reply.

Now he's looking right pissed off.

"Where's your weapon?" the Captain demands.

I paused a moment looking this guy in the eye, analyzing WTF he could be getting at. I did realize earlier I'd forgotten and left my rifle ammo in a drop mag in my hunting pack, rather that put it back "in the factory box" as the American Airlines desk insisted it be when I'd checked in. Did he have a hard-on for that, I wondered? Nah.

I sighed, put my hands in front of me to describe the shape of my bag. "Look, I've got a big green duffle bag full of hunting gear and a hard double rifle case if that helps you."

"Is your weapon in the belly of this aircraft," he demands, still deadly serious and looking worked up. It strikes me how silly a question it is, being as I'm the passenger on his plane. I don't deal with what bags go where, afterall, long as they show up. So I give him my best Columbo shrug.

He's staring me down when a moment later his shoulders slump and he ceases with the tough guy schtick. He's looking down at the manifest again. "There's been some miscommunication. You can go back to your seat."

So I guess I ended up on some secret squirrel list by accident. Would speculate maybe weapon carrying gov't employees are supposed to check in with the pilots and since I didn't, he was in a tizzy about it? Funny chit now, but man was he all worked up about it for a couple minutes. I kind of wanted to F with him right back, being as I hadn't anything to hide, but playing head games with your pilot isn't the brightest move before takeoff I reckon, so whatever.

And I didn't even have a trident on my carry on like Bob did!