It was for my missing front plate. It got torn off last time I went offroad and I have to buy a replacement bracket. It's the holidays, I'm short on cash, etc, etc, and no I didn't feed that excuse to the officer. Here's where it gets fun. It was me and my friend's husband, who I barely know. We'd just taken a bunch of people to the shooting range. I had a good half dozen guns in the truck. A couple of hunting rifles, my tacticool SUB-2000, and my big dangerous looking yugo SKS with bayonet. It was a pair of TXDPS troopers, and the one that approached looked scared shitless. It was daytime, but of course I did the normal turn on the interior lights, roll down all the windows, and keep my hands on the wheel. Highlights from the conversation: Trooper: Do you have any guns on you? Me: Yes sir, my handgun in the holster on my right hip. Trooper: Do you have any other guns [besides the ones in the rack] in the back? Me: Oh yes sir. Trooper: How many? Me: Uhhh... I don't know, maybe four or five more? Trooper: Any more guns up front? Me: I don't... THINK so. So he got us out at opposite ends of the truck, got our stories one at a time, disarmed me, ran the serial on my handgun - we WERE driving through a bad area of town, so won't begrudge him that. Then we BSd about taking noobs shooting and my ancient marlin rifle while we waited on the other guy's ID to come back. It felt like it was going to go like that bank scene in the matrix for a minute, where they open the bags and the guards shit their pants at all the guns. I got off with a warning for the plate.