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Here's the story so far...
Excursion to America
Arriving on my quest to reach Mikes Mountain Hold wasnt easy.
Going through all the Gatekeeper areas of airports on both sides of the Atlantic was a bit of an ordeal. But nothing to worry anyone who has travelled about a bit and doesnt get intimidated easily.
I had the paperwork for temporarily exporting my trusty Benelli shotgun.
The customs folk at the British Airport were most intrigued!
I had all the necessary paperwork, yet a few questions were asked.
On arriving at the first airport I had to pass through the auspices of the DHS!
They didnt like my passport as it was quite rough and tumble in appearance.
After asking me a barrage of questions I made my answers back. Id wrongly assumed that as other countrys were ok with my passports condition that the USA would too. How wrong I was
I was sent into secondary inspections with a red flagged folder!
Was I now in Team Americas bad books?
The secondary inspections area had a sign outside it that assured being treated with respect and courtesy etc. That looked good, although the somewhat shabby waiting room, manned by another 3 DHS guys, had an edge of oppression, even fear to it.
Sat down were a few roguish characters, Black, Mexican and of course Watch Ryder who now was in their midst
I walked right to the front.
Nobody said anything to me, not even the DHS dudes who were wordlessly tapping away at computer screens. They were almost in another world the concentration they had.
As I looked around for some ticket machine like some banks have I saw nothing.
Then a fourth DHS guy came in through a side door and, without a word, snatched the red folder containing my passport and other papers from my hands.
He walked around the counter, threw it in an in-tray then told me to take a seat.
I asked him was it ok to go get my bags from the carrosel area.
Nope, wait here until youre called forward. Dont worry about your bags, theyll be kicked off to the side when its done moving.
Rough and tumble indeed!
After watching a Mexican sounding lady get the third degree it was my turn to be assayed before the gatekeepers of the USA.
He asked me similar questions to what Id been asked earlier. I answered again, honestly, in my chirpy, happy go lucky manner. Or at least as best I could given the long flight over the Atlantic!
Ok go get your bags. He said neutrally after the barrage was over.
I did so, noting the sniffer dogs being brought out nearby.
The DHS certainly isnt for show thats for sure!
As I walked back in the door with my Bergen on my back and jumbo-bag trundling in the young DHS dudes eyes were astounded at my set-up.
The guy wondered, after marvelling at 120 litre capacity Bergen, short haircut and style if I was going to join a militia! LOL.
I told him I was ex-military doing some adventure travel around the US, which is the truth of course. This seemed to set him at ease.
Is there some kind of a hidden-license having a military background with government / federal types I wonder??
This is the primary blade I took with me:
[video=youtube;3lUDKQeparU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lUDKQeparU[/video]
Just prior to starting on my bags I told him the jumbo one had my shotgun inside with all the trimmings, tags etc.
Before he had chance to grill me I showed him my approval paperwork from the ATF gatekeepers.
<The ATF they did a rapid 1 week processing of this when Id applied for my shotgun to be temporarily exported. They also do this for free too!>
He looked at it briefly and seemed ok with it but asked some of his companions for a second opinion.
They were talking about getting the ATF to come and look at it, but in the end he did his own check, comparing the serial numbers on the paperwork to that of the Beneli.
One of his companions amusingly said theyd seized 2 firearms yesterday.
If I hadnt of gotten the approval papers from the ATF Im sure Ryders would of made a third!
After the first few items of specialist equipment bags being searched I reminded him of my ex-military background, otherwise he really would of reckoned me to be a rebel militia dude. He chilled out a bit then and one of the DHS was an ex-marine chirped up a few friendly comments (as I was Army not Marines).
After pulling all my stuff from my Bergen and jumbo-bag I had to put it back in. He did apologise for having to search my stuff and as I put my stuff back in the bags he went back to the computer counter and began tapping away at the keys.
I was told to sit down again, after a few more minutes he called me forward again.
Youre good, have a nice trip. He said, slamming a stamp into my battered passport giving it the mark of approval for a few months of travel.
With that the Ryder was free to roam once more...
Excursion to America
Arriving on my quest to reach Mikes Mountain Hold wasnt easy.
Going through all the Gatekeeper areas of airports on both sides of the Atlantic was a bit of an ordeal. But nothing to worry anyone who has travelled about a bit and doesnt get intimidated easily.
I had the paperwork for temporarily exporting my trusty Benelli shotgun.
The customs folk at the British Airport were most intrigued!
I had all the necessary paperwork, yet a few questions were asked.
On arriving at the first airport I had to pass through the auspices of the DHS!
They didnt like my passport as it was quite rough and tumble in appearance.
After asking me a barrage of questions I made my answers back. Id wrongly assumed that as other countrys were ok with my passports condition that the USA would too. How wrong I was
I was sent into secondary inspections with a red flagged folder!
Was I now in Team Americas bad books?
The secondary inspections area had a sign outside it that assured being treated with respect and courtesy etc. That looked good, although the somewhat shabby waiting room, manned by another 3 DHS guys, had an edge of oppression, even fear to it.
Sat down were a few roguish characters, Black, Mexican and of course Watch Ryder who now was in their midst
I walked right to the front.
Nobody said anything to me, not even the DHS dudes who were wordlessly tapping away at computer screens. They were almost in another world the concentration they had.
As I looked around for some ticket machine like some banks have I saw nothing.
Then a fourth DHS guy came in through a side door and, without a word, snatched the red folder containing my passport and other papers from my hands.
He walked around the counter, threw it in an in-tray then told me to take a seat.
I asked him was it ok to go get my bags from the carrosel area.
Nope, wait here until youre called forward. Dont worry about your bags, theyll be kicked off to the side when its done moving.
Rough and tumble indeed!
After watching a Mexican sounding lady get the third degree it was my turn to be assayed before the gatekeepers of the USA.
He asked me similar questions to what Id been asked earlier. I answered again, honestly, in my chirpy, happy go lucky manner. Or at least as best I could given the long flight over the Atlantic!
Ok go get your bags. He said neutrally after the barrage was over.
I did so, noting the sniffer dogs being brought out nearby.
The DHS certainly isnt for show thats for sure!
As I walked back in the door with my Bergen on my back and jumbo-bag trundling in the young DHS dudes eyes were astounded at my set-up.
The guy wondered, after marvelling at 120 litre capacity Bergen, short haircut and style if I was going to join a militia! LOL.
I told him I was ex-military doing some adventure travel around the US, which is the truth of course. This seemed to set him at ease.
Is there some kind of a hidden-license having a military background with government / federal types I wonder??
This is the primary blade I took with me:
[video=youtube;3lUDKQeparU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lUDKQeparU[/video]
Just prior to starting on my bags I told him the jumbo one had my shotgun inside with all the trimmings, tags etc.
Before he had chance to grill me I showed him my approval paperwork from the ATF gatekeepers.
<The ATF they did a rapid 1 week processing of this when Id applied for my shotgun to be temporarily exported. They also do this for free too!>
He looked at it briefly and seemed ok with it but asked some of his companions for a second opinion.
They were talking about getting the ATF to come and look at it, but in the end he did his own check, comparing the serial numbers on the paperwork to that of the Beneli.
One of his companions amusingly said theyd seized 2 firearms yesterday.
If I hadnt of gotten the approval papers from the ATF Im sure Ryders would of made a third!
After the first few items of specialist equipment bags being searched I reminded him of my ex-military background, otherwise he really would of reckoned me to be a rebel militia dude. He chilled out a bit then and one of the DHS was an ex-marine chirped up a few friendly comments (as I was Army not Marines).
After pulling all my stuff from my Bergen and jumbo-bag I had to put it back in. He did apologise for having to search my stuff and as I put my stuff back in the bags he went back to the computer counter and began tapping away at the keys.
I was told to sit down again, after a few more minutes he called me forward again.
Youre good, have a nice trip. He said, slamming a stamp into my battered passport giving it the mark of approval for a few months of travel.
With that the Ryder was free to roam once more...
Seriously, glad you made it and I hope you enjoy that area of the country....
. As you are certainly in the first category, thanks for taking us along on your journey. Be safe and take care.