This morning I was flying out of Portland with my TRG and checking in the gun case. I put it on the scale and open it for the agent (who was cool) when she asks me to. She glances at the rifle, there are no cartridges in the case, the bolt is out and lying next to the gun and all is good. Then this other agent comes up and gets animated and yells- oh my god what in the world is that? I just looked at her and hesitated and decided not to say something that would have her pressing alarm buttons...I said it was a hunting rifle. "What in the world do you hunt with that?" I'm thinking wtf and look her in the eye and say "elk" because I don't want to miss my plane. She starts babbling about why does the the scope need to be so big, and some other bullshit that it is too early in the morning to register and then the cool agent says, ok thank you please lock it and bring it over there to the tsa agent. Wtf do you say?