Well, I have been dying to tell this story up here anyway...
This past March, on a whim, I decided to leave early from work and pick up my wife and daughter from the airport. They had gone with my wife's best friend to Michigan to visit my wife's mom -- I got out of it. They had planned on just riding back with the friend, but I decided to surprise them. The airport is a 75-mile drive. I had been shooting the night before and hadn't unloaded my truck. I had forgotten about this fact until I start to pull into the parking garage at the airport and see security searching all entering vehicles. I almost panic. Oh well, may as see what happens. When I pull up, the uniformed guard asks if he can look in the back of my truck (a 2001 Chevy Silverado extended cab with a Leer hard cover). In the back are 6 full ammo cans in plan sight, packed full of 9mm, .223, .22, .44 magnum and 12 guage ammo and a machete I had used to hack through some brush a the shooting site. The ammo cans are standard olive drab and labeled .223, 800 rounds, blah, blah. Didn't phase him. Then he asked if he could open the rear doors and have a look inside the truck. I said, OK. He opens the drivers side rear door, and an old cell phone falls out. He apologized and puts it back, on top of the cases containing the AR 15, Mossberg M590A1, Beretta 92FS, Ruger Blackhawk and 10/22. The 3 long guns are housed in standard ACE Case 42 and 46 inch assault rifle cases. The .44 is in an obvious pistol case, the Barrett I could see, it was in a rectangular case that could have been anything. He says, ok, thanks, and waves me on. I proceed to park in the garage and walk 100 feet unchecked straight up to the airport terminal. I was of course unarmed, but I just as easily could have been severely dangerous. The airport in question was Kansas City International, not huge, but not totally hickville either. I almost wish I had met more resistance on this one.