“If my mother was not absolutely quiet & respectful, she feels that he was on the verge of pulling her right out of the car window.”
I had a trooper insist that I argue with him. I kept saying, “I’m sorry sir. I can’t respond. Please write me a ticket so we can continue on our way.” Then, he saw my license to carry and went ballistic. My companion, a workman, leaned forward and pressed both hands flat on the dash, it was that frightening. He insisted I had to tell him I was carrying. I told him no. He wanted to argue. Again, I said, “I’m sorry. I will not argue with you.” Then, he spent about twenty minutes on the radio, brought back my gun unloaded with the action open. He was suddenly quiet and respectful. He said I was indeed correct that I had no affirmative requirement to inform him I was carrying a gun. My companion said, “You didn’t get a ticket because he embarrassed the hell out of himself.” Yep.
That’s a scary episode. Happy to see it ended well for you. Some of these troopers are on roids IMO. The guy that stopped my mother had muscles on top of muscles & looked like he came right out a weight room according to her.
They have never disarmed me. But then I don't go all squirrely on them. Respect usually works both ways.