My wife sent me this article yesterday and said "This could have been us." And she is right.
A few years back we went to Vegas for our anniversary. Went through TSA in OKC without any issue. Did our extended weekend in Vegas and went to the airport to head home. She flew through security no problem. I, in the other hand, got pulled off to the side for a bag search. I wasn't worried because just about every time I fly I get searched at least once.
They open my carry on bag and start rifling through everything. Everything was turning up negative and then they pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and started going through all of the pockets like they were crack heads and I had the last rock on earth in my pockets. Lo and behold, he comes up with a lone (live) 10mm round. I was confused and befuddled to say the least.
Then it hit me. A couple of weeks before our trip I had gone to the range. I had a box of the cheapest 10mm anno I could find and had been shooting it. Well, about every 3rd round would just do nothing. After trying to fire it and it not going off, I would eject the round and throw it in my cargo pocket of my shorts. Apparently I did not get all of the rounds out of my pocket when I got home.
That round went through at least 2 different trips in the washer and dryer. It was the cleanest ammo I've ever seen.
Luckily the TSA agent in Vegas was mostly cool and only gave me a stern look and warning about how badly that COULD have gone for me and then let me move on along.
A few years back we went to Vegas for our anniversary. Went through TSA in OKC without any issue. Did our extended weekend in Vegas and went to the airport to head home. She flew through security no problem. I, in the other hand, got pulled off to the side for a bag search. I wasn't worried because just about every time I fly I get searched at least once.
They open my carry on bag and start rifling through everything. Everything was turning up negative and then they pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and started going through all of the pockets like they were crack heads and I had the last rock on earth in my pockets. Lo and behold, he comes up with a lone (live) 10mm round. I was confused and befuddled to say the least.
Then it hit me. A couple of weeks before our trip I had gone to the range. I had a box of the cheapest 10mm anno I could find and had been shooting it. Well, about every 3rd round would just do nothing. After trying to fire it and it not going off, I would eject the round and throw it in my cargo pocket of my shorts. Apparently I did not get all of the rounds out of my pocket when I got home.
That round went through at least 2 different trips in the washer and dryer. It was the cleanest ammo I've ever seen.
Luckily the TSA agent in Vegas was mostly cool and only gave me a stern look and warning about how badly that COULD have gone for me and then let me move on along.
