I was returning from few wonderful days in the nearby mountain village of Ruidoso, having met up with the wife’s family, and had brought along the traveling voice-over rig. The Sennheiser 416 was in the carry-on bag. It went through the X-ray machine and caused a bit of a stir. I was pulled aside and asked to explain. Fearing this might happen, I had it in the original case with the windscreen and paperwork which included a photo of it with cable attached.
“It’s a microphone,” I told Miss TSA lady. “See, there’s a picture of it.”
“Oh..it’s a microphone,” she shouted down the table to her fellow inspectors.
“Ahh, a microphone,” they grunted. “We didn’t know what it was…OK.”
Funny thing is when we flew out of DFW, the TSA didn’t bat an eye. Either they had seen shotgun mics before, or they didn’t care.
And yes, it’s THAT Roswell. Alien crash landing museums, Big Bob’s Flying Saucer Burgers and all that. Maybe I should paint the 416 green. Nah.