This is a story worth recounting, only because I lived through it and didn't end up in prison.
One of the dudes helping us work on our place in Montana this summer was denied entry to the US after his two week check in, as they thought he was trying to illegally immigrate to the US. Being as he figured he was coming right back to Montana, he left tons of stuff with us, so being as its cheaper to drive it over than mail it, we made a trip to Calgary before heading back to the East Coast.
I know Canada isn't cool with guns, so I stuck all our firearms in storage, along with all the ammo I had with them and we set up for the border. Along the way I remembered I had left a bowie knife behind the seat of the truck. (pictured below), but I didn't think it was a big deal, so we continued onto Canada. Unfortunetely I made the mistake of actually telling the truth at the border crossing and the lady in the booth decided they needed to search my truck.
I was sweating the knife a bit, not so much because it was illegal, but because its a hand-made knife I picked up in Finland for a mint and is basically irreplaceable. Being as there wasn't much I could do about it at that point, myself and my friend Wayland sat in the waiting area while CBP looked through the truck.
Suddenly both officers come running into the room and ask "Wheres the handgun!?!" I ask what they're talking about, and they hold up an empty holster I'd slung behind the seat at some point, and now they're convinced we're armed to the teeth. They frisk us and then start going through the truck with a fine tooth comb, even going so far as to x-ray an unopened can of oatmeal, as they don't believe I'd possibly have a holster without a gun in it.
Of course, as they're doing this, I'm taking a mental inventory of the truck and remembering all kinds of illegal stuff I have stored in it. Namely, a blackjack in my glovebox, a bag of shotgun shells under my front seat, a machette (from the Tomb Raider story) and another fixed blade knife in the back, and the big mistake, 800 rounds of 10mm ammo. I had completely forgotten about the 10mm ammo because the gun isn't mine, but being as there was nothing I could do, short of fighting the CBP and high-tailing it back to the US, I just let the officers do their job.
Luckily, they suck at their jobs. They found the blackjack and the shotgun shells, but missed the machette and two knifes. They asked me if I had anymore ammo after finding the shotgun shells and I told them I had "some 10mm ammo", and they were cool with that. So, once they're finished, we pack up and go to the immigration desk where they ask us a ton of questions and I'm told, while the shotgun shells are cool, a blackjack is a $500 fine and prison time in Canada. At this point I'd figured out honesty is not the best policy when attempting a border crossing, so I told him it was perfectly legal to carry all over the US and didn't realise it was a no-no in Canada. They're content to destroy the thing and let me go.
Now heres the REALLY lucky part. As they're checking us out to let us go to Calgary, the officer mentions in passing that if they'd found more than 10 rounds of handgun ammo in the truck, I'd be in jail on a felonly charge. As luck would have it, when I said I had "some 10mm ammo", he apparently assumed it was rifle ammo and didn't open the boxes to check, not realizing it was handgun ammo.
In closing, even though the women there are ridiculously hot, I'm never going to Canada again, as I'm clearly too well armed.