dingle said:
I remember when I bought my first pistol, and I transported it from the gunshop to the copshop to my home in an old shoebox, sans triggerlock, in the front seat of the car. Can't do THAT anymore...
I can beat that... really I can!
Bought an ex OPP Smith Model 10 at Lebarons in Nepean ON... they didn't have a box so put it in a brown (used!) lunch bag... sans trigger lock. Promptly brought it to the OPP shop, the firearms officer on this day was the stand in who knew NOTHING about guns, he took it out of the bag and blurted out "OH! I know what that is! It's a
police special!" No word of a lie. He was relieved that it was something he recognized. And yes, this is back when they carried Smith model 10's.
He dutifully pulled out the manual on how to do firearms verifications, checked the serial number, measured the bbl, and sent me on my way with it, after he filled out the tortuous triplicate temporary transport permit (which took him longer than the other tasks).
And guys, doesn't seem that long ago... was in the early 90's (I would have to check the reg certificate to find the exact date when I bought it and I am far too lazy to do that right now).
It wasn't all roses, one day I brought in a Ruger Super Redhawk complete with 9.5" tube and Leopold 2x scope and the stand-in firearms officer was some HUGELY obese sargeant with an equally loud mouth, and just about crapped his pants when he opened the case (yes this was later when cases were required) and loudly exclaimed "guns... why the hell do people want guns anyway". He liked to cuss every second word and let it be known in a loud manner that he hated verifying handguns.