Please REAL America.....don’t carry your handguns into NY. You may drive through with your handguns locked up but don’t stop for the night and you will be screwed if you are caught carrying. You can stop and go to a match, and stay the night as long as you print out an NRA sanctioned match flyer for a match you can prove you are actually going to. You may bring your rifles if locked up you may hunt here if you have an out of state NY hunting license but NOT with a handgun.
I pass this along to you not because I agree with the draconian policy of this matxist state...but because I don’t want to see good Americans have to deal with the consequences of this rogue state who doesn’t follow the constitution
I’m a Texas CHL holder and I’m having difficulty working up much sympathy for these two women. To check for reprocity before packing across state lines is taught in CHL class, and, all one has to do is go to the Texas DPS homepage and there’s a CHL link that has the law, pertinent info including a reprocity list by state. So, till there’s a national reprocity law, got to do your homework.
Better solution: Don’t go to NY.
Better yet, simply do not go to NY. Especially NYC.
Headshake.
No danger of me ever going there.
Have relative in N VA and I hate being that close to MD. Same ComDem insanity rules.
“don’t carry your handguns into NY.”
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town
He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe’s a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn’t shoot without a cause
I’d gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town
He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother’s words echoed again
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had at last he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town
Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered ‘round
And wondered at his final words
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town
Johnny Cash - Don’t Take Your Guns To Town
:)
Here’s a better plan: Stay away from NY.
I vowed several years ago to never visit NYC again. And, since Cuomo announced a few years ago that conservatives are not welcome in the state of NY, we have stopped visiting that state, as well. (I really miss visiting the beautiful upstate locations, though.)
Stay out of NY is better.