Having been pulled over on my way home from the range, it was a complete non-event. The officer walked up to my window, saw cased handguns on the seat beside me, ammo cans on the floorboard, a cased rifle behind the seat (I drive a pickup), smiled and asked "Coming back from the range?" He then informed me that my registration sticker was expired. I had the new one at home, just hadn't gotten around to putting it on. He sent me on my way. I didn't get yelled at, threatened, beaten, maced, restrained, hassled, or have a gun pointed at my head.