I'm not really sure where to put this, because I was not carrying at the time, but was transporting a firearm during a car crash. It is a long story, so I will break it into paragraphs.Crash So what happened was I was driving back home, and I was traveling on I-89S in New Hampshire during a flurry. This was on March 31st, 2017. My mother had called me that morning and said my step-father had a heart attack, and she needed me to come home (from college in Vermont) to take care of my younger brothers while she was at the hospital. So, I was driving faster than I usually drive during a flurry, but I felt ok because I had AWD in my SUV. I was about half-way home, in the passing lane going about 65mph, when my car slid on either ice or snow. My first instinct was to pump the brakes, but that ended up making it worse, and I slid down into the median, which was a decent slope. In the middle of the median was a small ridge with trees and granite outcroppings. This is where I lost some of my memory. I think I ended up hitting a part of a granite outcropping, but it was low to the ground, and it ended up becoming a ramp, which flipped my car. I know that I rolled at least twice, and landed right-side up. I remember feeling the car start to flip, and I covered the top of my head and my face with my hands to protect it. When I came back too, I could hear the engine revving really high, so I immediately turned off the engine and took out the key. I was looking around trying to find my glasses, and I saw a figure running down the median to help me. I opened the door and the person helped me out of the car. This person appeared to be a man in his late 50's, with leathery-smokers skin, but he was wearing women's earrings and a bit of mascara. I wasn't sure if he was transitioning, or was just a crossdresser, but he had a masculine voice, and told me his name was Vinnie. He ran back to his car to call the police, and I called my Mom. She freaked out (of course), but was a nurse, so helped me calm down and walked me through some preliminary body tests to see if I was injured. A man and a woman came down to help me as well. They helped me back into the car to stay out of the storm, as it was getting worse. I have a bug-out-bag in my trunk, and it was strewn across the median, and the trunk glass had shattered and everything in it flew out. He started gathering my stuff and asked me, "Is this your bug-out-bag?" I replied yes, and he said he could tell because he has one in his truck, too. The woman had some sort of medical training, and did more medical function tests on me. A local Police Officer arrived about 10 minutes after the crash, and she seemed concerned that I might have a head/neck injury, and used he hands to keep my neck still. At this point was when I remembered my pistol was in the trunk of my car. Crap. TLDR: Crashed my car in a snowstorm, and flipped it. Only remembered I had my gun in the trunk when the Police arrived.The relevant part My pistol (Sig Sauer P250C), a Mitch Rosen leather holster, a spare magazine, and a 20rd box of Sig V-crown 9mm was in my trunk, in a little compartment made for jumper cables and that kind of stuff. I bolted down a Jotto Gear holster into the compartment, so that was secured, but the rest of the items were thrown out of the car. This was the point I knew I had to tell her about it, because she would probably find the ammo or the magazine and be upset I hadn't told her before. So I said, "I know this might thrown a wrench in the situation, but I have a pistol in my trunk that I want you to know about." She asked me if it was in a locked container and I said yes. She said not to worry about it until later. So the firefighters and ambulance showed up at that point, and they took the battery out of the car and such. This part is a bit of a blur, but eventually I made it into the ambulance, and the EMT's were asking me a bunch of questions. Then the local Police Officer came in, and asked me for the key to the holster so she could take possession of the gun until everything was sorted out. I gave her the key, and after she left, a State Trooper came in. He asked me a few questions, and he left. Eventually, the EMT's came to the conclusion that I was not seriously hurt, and that I was pretty much ok, but they wanted me to come back to the hospital with them. I declined, because I wasn't sure how my medical/auto insurance situation would work out, and I really felt fine. I then sat in the back of the State Police cruiser, and myself and the State Trooper started talking. He asked me how many guns I had, and I said, "A few," not knowing how he felt about civilians owning guns. He told me he served in the Marines before becoming a Trooper, and that he had a pretty big gun collection himself. After awhile I felt better about the situation, and we talked about my pistol, and how he wanted a 320C. I asked him what was going to happen to my gun, and he said he was going to hold on to it until the tow truck got there, and he would give it to me before I left. His shift ended, so I got into the back of a different State Trooper cruiser, but this guy was not as friendly as the other one was, so we didn't talk much. Eventually the truck arrived, and the State Trooper put the evidence bag with my pistol and all the other gun accessories into my backpack. It ended up being a good experience (relating to the gun), and I was thankful that the police didn't take the gun back to their station for holding, or whatever. I've heard that other people have their guns taken for "safe-keeping", and end up never getting them back. Anyways, that's what happened, and I figured you guys might enjoy the story. via /r/CCW http://ift.tt/2odTJmc
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