I developed affection for the Seecamp LWS-32 pistol, as a deep hide-out gun, long ago, probably the early Nineties, a time when I was really “into” compact autos. What I liked about the Seecamp design was that the trigger pivot point was located rather far forward, relative to some other tiny pistols, and it had a large trigger guard opening, so that it did not require me to use a special, “just so” positioning of my trigger finger. I could just draw-and-fire, without special attention to holding the little weapon in a special way, or positioning my trigger finger in a special way. The long-stroke DA trigger pull was a good fit, for me, as I had been diligent in developing DA revolver skill, as a police cadet, and rookie, starting in 1983/1984, when DA revolvers were mandated. Plus, of course, this was relatively affordable Old World craftsmanship.
OTOH, I knew that .32 ACP did not become the Hammer of Thor, just because it was fired from a little gem of a pistol. The main early role, for a Seecamp pistol, in my life, was a specific pocket, in a jacket that was issued to me, by the PD. When a different jacket became standard, it did not have a suitable pocket. Another place I sometimes carried a Seecamp pistol was inside a nylon fabric ankle pouch, though, notably, my usual ankle-holstered gun was a J-Frame, and then, later, an SP101 revolver. For a while, I carried a Seecamp in the right rear pocket of my uniform trousers, in a pocket holster. This was not about the .32 ACP, but about the excellence of the weapon, itself.
Except for that ankle pouch, which I used only occasionally, I was mostly carrying the Seecamp while at work, as a third handgun, a deeply-carried “hide-out” gun, what was sometimes called “Onion Field insurance,” from the book and movie title. The “Onion Field Incident” story was very much a part of police survival training, back in the day.
Then, for a quite long time, a number of years, I did not carry a Seecamp pistol. The third gun faded, in importance, as it seemed more important to retain my first and second guns, and to NEVER allow myself to be taken as a hostage. Thugs and gangsters were no longer taking prisoners, it seemed. When the asking prices rose, due to scalping by speculators, I was able to sell my LWS-32 to a dealer, for what I had paid, new. (That may well have been about the same time I was starting a high-end 1911 phase.) Eventually, as asking prices declined, to nearer the MSRP level, I bought another LWS-32, new. Nostalgia was part of it, by then. Plus, I developed a renewed appreciation for owning niche handguns, again.
In retirement, I have developed an interest in small-frame .32 revolvers, but that is for another section of the THR forums.
