@Silverchild79,
In Colorado, where I grew up for the most part, we had 711s, all over the place. They took on their own collective culture, if you will -- bums hanging around outside, druggies running the place, cops nearby, waiting to bust somebody, etc., etc. I got stopped once myself, after the stoned clerk saw my hunting knife on my belt, through the opening in my long, winter jacket. He told the cops outside I was carrying a gun, and they jumped me. We'd been hiking all day in the nearby bluffs, which explained the knife. It was freezing, which explained the heavy jacket. Cops chewed me out, claiming I was packing a concealed weapon. Thank gosh, we don't have 711s in southeastern Texas. :headbang: