Over the Christmas holidays, my wife & I travelled to Europe. While in Prague, we went into the Czech equivalent of an Army/Navy store, where I bought a CZ52 mag for a ridiculously low price (about $5 American). I threw it in my bag and forgot all about it.
Fast forward about a week & a half. Early as hell in the morning, at the Munich airport, catching a flight to Heathrow. Now my wife & I had decided that were going to make this trip with carry-ons only, as we had a transfer in London, both ways, where we had only a smidgeon of time to transfer between Heathrow & Gatwick. We decided that our chances of making the connection would be better if we didn't have to bother with checked bags. This was a prudent decision, as on BOTH legs of the trip in & out of London, our driver broke down on the M25, and we barley made our connections, but that's another story...
Anyway (and y'all know exactly where I'm going with this), it took the German 'TSA' folks about .0001 seconds to see the mag in my bag (which I had forgotten all about). Lights! Camera! Action!
The first thing that happened, was although we could all see it plain as day on the x-ray monitor, we couldn't find the friggen' thing in the bag, either myself or the Germans, so now it looks like I hid it with the intention to smuggle it out. Ok, wait a minute, here it is, it found its way under part of the bag lining. Now the questions start (please excuse my lousy German):
Them: "Was is das?"
Me: "A magazine for a CZ52"
Them: "Sind sie eine Polizei?"
Me: "Nope"
Them: "Sind sie eine Jager?"
Me: "Nope"
Them: "Haben sie etwas Papiren?"
Me: "Nope"
Them: "Wo ist die Pistole?"
Me: "At my home in Florida"
Thankfully, at this point, they started speaking English, as they had effectively reached the end of my German abilities.
Them: "This is not permitted" And I was lead to believe 'it was not permitted' meant 'not permitted in Germany', forget about in your luggage. It was right about now that visions of handcuffs were dancing in my head.
Them: "Have you been to the Czech Repulic?"
Me: "Yep, bought this mag in Prague!"
Now keep in mind I was being open & honest with them, with a little "good-'ole-boy-goofy-American" attitude thrown in, which I figured was as far away from acting like an international terrorists as I could get. Basically, for me, it was all "What, THIS little old thing? Shucks!"
Now the 'TSA' guys call over the cops. Well, cop. So the Polizei Man goes through the same questions, gets the same responses from me, and the whole shebang of them huddle up to decide how to proceed.
So far I've been very nice & open with them (hell the whole thing WAS my fault), and they have been very courteous to me, didn't get too excited, didn't throw me to the ground and call SWAT like they probably would here.
Decision made, they broke up the huddle and turned back to me...
"This is not permitted, we are sorry, but you cannot take it on the plane."
Then 'Fritz' handed it BACK to me, and said if I cared to try and take it back to the check-in area and put in my checked luggage (which I of course didn't have) I was welcome to do so and be on my way, no harm, no foul, no arrest for possessing the mag in Germany. And with all of this an APOLOGY for holding me up!
I thanked him for their offer, apologized for the trouble I'd caused, and told them no, it had only cost me a couple of bucks and it wasn't worth the effort. We all shook hands, wished each other a Happy New Year (it was New Year's Eve), and I was on my way, under the Hairy Eye of my slightly agitated wife.
We walked to our gate, sat down....and saw the Polizei Man walking toward us. Crap.
He sat down, and asked if I was SURE that it was a CZ52 mag. I said, yep, it was, I know my mags, this was definately a CZ52 mag. He was hoping that since I was leaving it, he might of had some use for it. We then shot the poop a bit, one 'gun guy' to another. After again offering ME an apology, he was on his way, and I on mine.
Now I KNOW that y'all are each and every one smarter than me, and would never find yourself in this situation, but, just in case, please take a hint from my experience. And thanks for trudging through my boring story.
TT
Fast forward about a week & a half. Early as hell in the morning, at the Munich airport, catching a flight to Heathrow. Now my wife & I had decided that were going to make this trip with carry-ons only, as we had a transfer in London, both ways, where we had only a smidgeon of time to transfer between Heathrow & Gatwick. We decided that our chances of making the connection would be better if we didn't have to bother with checked bags. This was a prudent decision, as on BOTH legs of the trip in & out of London, our driver broke down on the M25, and we barley made our connections, but that's another story...
Anyway (and y'all know exactly where I'm going with this), it took the German 'TSA' folks about .0001 seconds to see the mag in my bag (which I had forgotten all about). Lights! Camera! Action!
The first thing that happened, was although we could all see it plain as day on the x-ray monitor, we couldn't find the friggen' thing in the bag, either myself or the Germans, so now it looks like I hid it with the intention to smuggle it out. Ok, wait a minute, here it is, it found its way under part of the bag lining. Now the questions start (please excuse my lousy German):
Them: "Was is das?"
Me: "A magazine for a CZ52"
Them: "Sind sie eine Polizei?"
Me: "Nope"
Them: "Sind sie eine Jager?"
Me: "Nope"
Them: "Haben sie etwas Papiren?"
Me: "Nope"
Them: "Wo ist die Pistole?"
Me: "At my home in Florida"
Thankfully, at this point, they started speaking English, as they had effectively reached the end of my German abilities.
Them: "This is not permitted" And I was lead to believe 'it was not permitted' meant 'not permitted in Germany', forget about in your luggage. It was right about now that visions of handcuffs were dancing in my head.
Them: "Have you been to the Czech Repulic?"
Me: "Yep, bought this mag in Prague!"
Now keep in mind I was being open & honest with them, with a little "good-'ole-boy-goofy-American" attitude thrown in, which I figured was as far away from acting like an international terrorists as I could get. Basically, for me, it was all "What, THIS little old thing? Shucks!"
Now the 'TSA' guys call over the cops. Well, cop. So the Polizei Man goes through the same questions, gets the same responses from me, and the whole shebang of them huddle up to decide how to proceed.
So far I've been very nice & open with them (hell the whole thing WAS my fault), and they have been very courteous to me, didn't get too excited, didn't throw me to the ground and call SWAT like they probably would here.
Decision made, they broke up the huddle and turned back to me...
"This is not permitted, we are sorry, but you cannot take it on the plane."
Then 'Fritz' handed it BACK to me, and said if I cared to try and take it back to the check-in area and put in my checked luggage (which I of course didn't have) I was welcome to do so and be on my way, no harm, no foul, no arrest for possessing the mag in Germany. And with all of this an APOLOGY for holding me up!
I thanked him for their offer, apologized for the trouble I'd caused, and told them no, it had only cost me a couple of bucks and it wasn't worth the effort. We all shook hands, wished each other a Happy New Year (it was New Year's Eve), and I was on my way, under the Hairy Eye of my slightly agitated wife.
We walked to our gate, sat down....and saw the Polizei Man walking toward us. Crap.
He sat down, and asked if I was SURE that it was a CZ52 mag. I said, yep, it was, I know my mags, this was definately a CZ52 mag. He was hoping that since I was leaving it, he might of had some use for it. We then shot the poop a bit, one 'gun guy' to another. After again offering ME an apology, he was on his way, and I on mine.
Now I KNOW that y'all are each and every one smarter than me, and would never find yourself in this situation, but, just in case, please take a hint from my experience. And thanks for trudging through my boring story.
TT