The ole timer carrys a concealed weapon on his person everwhere he goes. Nobody knows its there. It aint never flaunted. I never say, Hey, look what I got. Its concealed. Its sposed to be like at.Now, the only time I ever got stopped since commencing to carry, it was a black state trooper. The ole timer is white. As instructed in conceal carry trainin, I handed the officer my drivers license and conceal card at the same time (I keep em together for that very purpose). The cop took em, went to his car, politely wrote me a seat belt ticket, brought it all back to me, an said have a good day. I said Thank you, sir and drove off sad, mad & glad.Sad cause I got the ticket.Mad at maself cause I didn't have ma seatbelt on.