This is a true story. I moved my family to Texas back in 1992. We had friends in New Orleans, so we stopped in to visit, then went on our way west on I-10 into Texas. No sooner had we crossed the state line than I was pulled over by a state trooper. He asked for license and registration, which I gave him. Then he said "sir, do you have any firearms in the car?" To which I replied "no."
He got a puzzled look on his face, and said "Oh." "Well, there's a place down here about a half-mile on the right where you can stop and getcha one. Have a nice day."
