"Concealed is concealed" -- but you got caught. What happened?

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first time i got made was easter sunday-- the whole fam damily was over at my grandmother's house-- i'd had my CCW for about 9 months (still 21 and in college at the time). Anyway, i'm making hamburger patties for lunch, so my sleeves are rolled up and the vest with the 3 piece suit i was wearing had ridden up over the butt of my P89, and my 9 year old cousin says, "are you a police man?" to which i reply.... nope. I then locked my piece in the glove box in the truck. It ends up i lucked out in family. One uncle and my grandpa are avid hunters, and the other uncle, anunt, both their daughters, and one of teh daughters husbands all worked for the sherif's dept, so all the guys in teh family sit around and talk guns during holiday dinners.

another time i was made was driving my sister's little sports car. As this was before i had received my permit via snail mail, the gun was in a holster muzzle down between the driver's seat and the console, as you can carry in a car when openly visible in GA, with out a permit.... sketchy looking guy in delivery truck next to me shuts down his disel engine at the stop light to ask me "hey...what kind is that, man?" which i quickly replied 9mm, and continued to wait for a green light.
 
My interest in guns is hard to conceal from friends/family, especially as for years my summer vacation was LFI, Storm Mountain, etc.

When "made" by those close to me, it usually involved a funny and knowing look, just a screwey smile and a nod. Being a bunch of introverts, I'm not sure who in my family actually knows when I carry.

The wierdest was a pastor who made some roundabout comments and anecdotes from the pulpit about church not being a place for weapons - and did so looking straight at me.

What's sometimes funny is how being "made" doesn't always include full comprehention. My wife expressed her surprise upon finding a handgun while pawing thru my luggage on vacation ... woulda flipped if she found the other two.

There's some kids at my brother's church who know my weapons interest (I've spent some good hours talking to them about it). One kid INSISTS on trying to find my carry piece, and does so kinda loudly. He hasn't found it.
 
When she goes to remove my belt, her hands find my Walther P99. She lifted up my shirt, saw what it was and said, "Okay, you take care of that, I'll take care of this" and gave me a wink.
Now that's a smart girl. Instead of asking whether it's a gun OR you're happy, she found the gun AND found you were happy.
 
Everyone I work with and know with any degree of regularity knows I carry. Surprisingly, even the ones who are not overly gun friendly don't seem to care if I carry a gun, as long as they don't have to.

Perhaps they think I'll save them ...
 
De-cloaked by my 15 month old daughter!

I was at Wally World in Chandler, AZ last week with my wife, daughter, and best friend who was in town from Michigan.

I had my Colt Commander in a pancake rig behind my right hip where whatever I am carrying always rides (Why complicate matters and carry in different spots?).

My 15-month old daughter decided to lift my shirt as I walked by the shopping cart.

"Oh my GAWD, is that a gun? What are you carrying a gun for? Are you a cop? Do you have a permit?" All in rapid fire from an eastern sounding middle-aged couple who happened to be fawning upon the little hurricane of a daughter who had just de-cloaked her Daddy.

"Yes it is...Because I can...Retired Federal Officer...Yes I do" I answered in the order in which I was asked the questions.

I guess I will have to stay OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN when I am packing at Wally World from now on.
 
First off, I cannot carry due to state laws.

I grew up with guns, so no one in the the family thought anything was out of the ordinary. I work in a small office and the topic of firearms came up one day. I was kind of suprised by the general feeling about firearms there. My boss said that he does not think there should be any restrictions on firearms considering the fact that criminals seem to have no trouble arming themselves though illegal means. 2 other workers expressed an interest in firearms, but had no experience with them. A third co-worker was born and raised in Indiana.
 
Never been found out but I did have a new gun tumble out of it's temporary fabric holster a couple times before I was able to obtain a stiff leather formfitted holster.
 
My boss said that he does not think there should be any restrictions on firearms considering the fact that criminals seem to have no trouble arming themselves though illegal means. 2 other workers expressed an interest in firearms, but had no experience with them. A third co-worker was born and raised in Indiana.

Thus, their feelings about guns go without saying. :evil:
 
Think Ahead When Dressing & Carrying

Although I occasionally open carry, I carry concealed most of the time. Like others on this forum, I like the tactical advantage it gives me and I have made every effort to be 'prudent' in my choice of clothing and sidearms so that I am less likely to print, etc.

Pretty much, you can avoid being 'detected' if wear the proper clothing, choose the correct arm (and go underneath) when hugging a relative, or turn your body to don a cover garment when getting out of your vehicle, etc.

I've done all that. I've prided myself on not being 'found out' unless I want to be. If someone learns that I'm carrying at that particular moment, it's because I choose to reveal the fact in the context of the conversation we're having about CCW in general, etc. or because I'm talking to a gunshop owner about wanting a new holster.

On the other side of the coin, I have "made" several others - mostly because of Situational Awarness and always "looking for" the telltale signs.
 
One night I was shopping in our local Wally-World with my wife and two daughters, the wife ask's would you go get some dog food. I walked past the slower older couple in front of me and bent over to pick up the 50lb bag, stood up straight and put the bag on my shoulder. In the process the bag caught my coat and pulled it up and over the top of my full size 1911, and left it between the grip and my shirt, quickly covered up and looked to see if they noticed. If they did they did'nt bat a eye but they would have blind not to see it. :what:
 
Not since I began pocket carry, in 1980

With a flat auto in a proper pocket holster, it's considered to be a wallet, if anyone notices at all.
 
I only know of being 'made' once. I sit in front of a man in church that knows how much I shoot. One day he came up to my wife and asked if I carried a pistol. She asked why, and he said that every time we stood up to sing a song he would notice a black clip on my belt with nothing on it. He would always wonder what it was, and that's all he could think of. There was always a fullsize 1911 on the other side of that clip, but he couldn't see it. Now there's a compact 1911 inside that same black clip.

I've had a couple of other people ask me what the clip was, mostly kids, but they never associated it with a gun. "It's a just a holder to carry stuff.":scrutiny:

edit: sorry, old post- posted in the wrong window!:eek:
 
was having coffe with a family friend ive known since birth she is pretty much my sister. well this was in arizona so i always carried openly. she giv eme a hug and we talk and walk into starbucks. took about 10 minutes then in the middle of starbucks in line she looks down and almost yells "IS THAT A GUN". yes its a 9mm, i always carry. "you know what your mom is gonna say right", well she knows.

then my grandfather got mad at me for carring but without one in the whole, he says whats a gun worth if its not loaded. (ex marine and police officer)

everyone else has been cool other then my boss at work so i just lock it in my tool box.
 
Never been spotted in public... hope to keep it that way.

I was pulled over on the highway once a few years back, driving across MO with one of my daughters, who was 13 at the time. Officer for some unknown reason 'invited' me to sit in his car with him. I mentioned to him that I was armed, he asked me to put it in the glove box. I pulled my P3AT and pocket holster and placed the whole thing in the box, and joined him in his vehicle. He didn't write me a ticket or anything, I think he suspected that I had been drinking... I was driving kinda slow, but I was simply in an unfamiliar place, looking for a turn.

I'm still unsure why he would want me to pull my weapon, seems to me it would be a much safer idea to simply leave it where it was. Also, as the glove box didn't lock, I was leaving a loaded firearm within arms reach of an unsupervised 13 year old child. That's something I was sure as heck not comfortable with.

Anyway, when I got back in my car, my daughter looked at me and said 'I didn't know you carried a gun!'. I got a few questions from my other children shortly after that trip.
 
If I get busted it'll be because my wife has the habit of putting her arm around me at the store and always manages to grab the shirt right on my HK so the grip stands out nice and big for anyone paying attention. I keep telling her to stop doing that but she's not tuned to my frequency unless it's a jewelry store or some fancy clothes shop... the loss prevention thingy's at the door are meant to block out our common sense so that when she asks you for a 2K set of earrings you won't have the presence of mind to say ":what:hell no do you know how much ammo that is?" instead you say "yes dear" cheaper to keep her I guess.. :)
 
About twelve years ago or so, I had a shall-issue permit here in MN, based on carrying to and from the Range with guns and ammo, as an Instructor. I tended to stretch those range trips a bit--

So, one evening, my (then-) wife and I were at the Guthrie, and I was carrying my SP-101 IWB / SOB. The performance ended, and we stood up--and I stretched--and my size 44-Long shirt rode up over the 101 Grip and hung up. There was an "exclamation" sound from the row behind me. Everybody is still doing the silly standing ovation routine--so I just turned slightly and smiled broadly at the woman behind me, nodding slightly as if to indicate enthusiastic approval of the performance. I also unhooked the shirt.

She nodded enthusiastically, too, and also smiled broadly. And we went our separate ways.

These days, I have the MN shall-issue permit, and I carry a J-frame in a Mika pocket holster, usually in a front pocket. Much better routine.

Jim H.
 
My wife grew up in a non-gun house. She wasn't a hardcore anti, but she held allot of the misconceptions common among non-gun people. I met her "halfway" by buying a safe for longarms, and a sportsafe for my pistols.

When I first started carrying, she thought I was nuts. The first time she "made" me was as I hugged her goodbye on my way out to see a movie with my buddies. She gave me a look of disgust and moved away quickly with a "have fun." I didn't say anything back.

Fast forward 6 months.

South Street, Philadelphia. Walking back to our car after having met friends for dinner, she slides her arm around my waist. "Where's your gun?!" she asks, with the same look of disgust I'd seen 6 months earlier. I smiled, but didn't say anything. "The one time you might actually need it and you don't wear it?"

I let her "suffer" on the walk back to the car, giving her time to ponder the fact that we were pretty much defenseless in what can be an unfriendly city.

Only after we were back in the car did I show her the ankle holster. "Jerk."
 
Zombie-thread, but...
My sister found my CHP while going through my billfold (I don't mind). She said, "What's this for??" I said, "This" and showed her the G26 on my waist.
"OMG! Is that real? Unload it, I want to hold it!"
 
Caught by Johnny Law

Or how about Johnny Law??? We see it stated all the time but I have never heard of anyone that has been caught and what the outcome was.

I got stopped for speeding and had my revolver in the glove box. I had to get my registration out of the glove box so I informed him of the revolver. He asked me to get out of the vehicle and patted me down. He got in the glove box and got my registration, checked everything including my carry permit and gave me a $120 fine. I suppose it could have been worse.
 
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