I get pulled over. The cop walks up to my truck, I have both my hands on the steering wheel. He asks for license,proof of insurance and registration. I get all the info he wants and also hand over my permit with them. He asks, " Do you have any weapons with you?" I say, "Yes". He asks, "Where are the weapons at?" I answer, "There's a .380 in my pocket and a .40 cal in the center console." I notice he puts his hand on his gun and tells me to get out of the truck. I'm already nervous because of getting pulled over and now the cop has his hand on his gun. He tells me to put my hands on the hood and spread my legs. I do. He pats me down, removes the .380 from my pocket, puts it on the hood of the truck. Then tells me to go to the back of the truck and place my hands on the tailgate. I do. He removes my .40 cal from the center console. He asks, "Why do you have two boxes of ammo & extra mags with you?" Not being sarcastic in any way, I say, "You can never have enough ammo." He carries both my guns like they are smelly diapers with a disease, held with his thumb & pointer finger of each hand and goes to his cruiser, telling me to "stay put". I do. It was probably only 5 to 7 minutes, but of course it seemed longer. He returns then starts to give me the 3rd degree. "Where are you going?" "What are you doing?" "Why all the fire power?" I answer him, " Around town, running errands, and you never know what kind of situation you can get into. I rather have too much than not enough." He tells me to get back into my truck and wait for him to return. I do. Upon his return he hands me a ticket book and tells me to sign the ticket. I ask him, "What's the ticket for?" He replies, "You have a brake light out." I sign the ticket and ask about my guns. As he hands me my copy he says, "I'm waiting for a reply from my supervisor". .... About 5 minutes pass (seemed like a lot more) he returns with my weapons and the ammo removed from the mags. He hands me the guns and ammo and walks off and gets in his cruiser. As I'm reloading my guns I notice there's only 9 .40 cal bullets. I checked the chamber; empty. I know I had 10 rounds in my .40 cal. I guess the cop has a live round rolling around in his cruiser somewhere. So here I am 44 yrs. old, no arrest record, honorable discharge from the military (twenty yrs. ago), being treated like a common criminal. I was so put off by this I had to post my experience here. Has this kind of thing ever happened to you? What do you think of this mess?