Shafted by the Transport Canada?

And, of course, since
I'm a Texan, I *always* have a gun or two in my plane...
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Then you are good to fly with me anytime... I hate hauling mooches who
expect me to supply the plane, the gas, and the shootin irons...

Reminds me of the time Frank, a third cousin from Arizona, came to
Michigan to visit family he had never seen... Frank had this good ol
pickemup truck, so me and another cousin jumped in and went to the
county fair all teenagers at the time... Whilst at the fair we
managed to get an older friend to buy a couple of pitchers of beer at
the FFA concession... Couldn't buy em myself because an aunt was at the
cash register and she was pretty strait laced - for you city folks,
that's how small towns used to be... Anyway, we were feeling pretty
cheerful on the way home and Frank allowed as how we ought do some
shooting, so we stopped the edge of my dad's woods.. Frank then rooted
around under the seat and came up with a six shooter... I was feeling
cheerful from the beer but I still knew the law... I mentioned to Frank
that in Michigan waving a handgun without a concealed carry permit was
a definite no-no... He was incredulous...
"Whut kinda state is this?", he said?
So, after doing some shooting we went on up to the house... He was
leaving back to Arizona the next morning so I suggested I had an old
steel tool box and a padlock that I would give him to lock his shooting
iron in for the trip back in case he got stopped by the highway
patrol..
"Well OK.", he says, "If it will hold my other guns."
That stopped even cousin Dave who wasn't holding his beer to well...
"Cripes, how many guns you got in here?", says I...
"Geez, I dunno, let me look."
After rooting around under the seats, behind the seat back, in the
glove compartment, and under the dash he came up with five more,
"shootin irons"! Including one he had forgotten about, "I wundered
whur thet one went to."

It was a different world back then... Opening day of bird hunting
season we got out of high school at 11AM to be out in the fields by the
noon starting time... The teachers and principal would all come out to
the parking lot and go around looking at everyones' shotguns and to
show off their shotguns... So we would have 50, or more, teenagers and
adults milling around with shotguns in their hands, on the school
grounds... Can you imagine the reaction to that today?

denny