Let me begin by singing the praises of TW's backpack. I use it all the time. It has tons of pockets, which is good and bad - you'll see why later. Couple months ago I'm hitting with my friend Blake. Blake develops progressive strains of medicine, (which are legal in some states, illegal in others) smart guy, good player. After our hit, over a few cold ones, Blake asks me if I want to try his latest cure. I decline and he says, "here, take some for the future if you need it." I wanted to put it in the most inconspicuous pouch in my backpack. My pack had tipped over and I noticed a pouch on the very bottom of the pack. I've had the pack for over a year and never noticed it. I mean who puts pouches on the very bottom of a backpack? Smugglers, that's who (gimmee a break mods, I'm kidding). So I put it in there and then totally forget about it (that's called foreshadowing). FF a couple months and I get a call at work that my dad had a massive heart attack, the doc's are not sure he's gonna make it (he's ok now, phew). I book a flight online, rush home grab bare necessities, empty my TW bag making sure to empty all pouches since I have random stuff like a pocketknife, scissors etc and throw my clothes in. My neighbor's wife give me a ride so I don't have to deal with long term parking as I'm on a tight schedule. I'm going to skirt around the issue of which neighbor's wife it was, lol. Anyway things are going great, no crowds and before you know it I'm in the TSA screening line. Ever have that feeling that something is wrong but you can't put your finger on it? Well I had that feeling, big time. About 5 people from the screeners it hits me. The bottom pocket. Oh my god the bottom pocket. No, no, no how could I forget the bottom pocket? Ever had the feeling of really hot flush when you've really screwed up? Well I had that feeling, big time. The Feds don't approve of this particular remedy, especially if you're trying to smuggle it past TSA. I bail out of line (which isn't easy since you are roped single file) and tell the TSA guy I am a nervous flyer and need to use the restroom. I go in and jettison the stuff and get back in line. I feel like all TSA eyes are on me. I get to the front of the line and they ask me to step aside. They check my bag manually then put it through the xray while patting me down. Then they put me through the full body scanner. I guess I looked suspicious (duh). The attractive screener checking the body scan asked me to wait a minute then said I was good to go. My first thought? Relief? No. My first though was 'that hot chick was just looking at my thingy!' Rest of the trip went well and my reintroduction to the bottom pouch has allowed me to bring in food to amusement parks, movies, etc. Only the TSA checks for a bottom pouch. The end.