Seanwins
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I carried a 92F concealed in civvies when I was stationed in Uzbekistan in 2002. Before shipping out I discovered that I would be issued a 92F and I would be carrying it concealed. Having never carried concealed before I decided on a shoulder holster. When considering my concealed carry rig I didn't give much thought to functionality, only that it would look "bitchin." So lo and behold, I get to Uzbekistan and it is hotter than two rats doing the nasty in a wool sock and there is no way I am wearing two shirts or a jacket to carry this thing.
As you can imagine the whole Miami Vice look was immediately thrown right out the damn window and I took to carrying it with no holster tucked in the small of my back when I felt like I needed it. So one day we were doing our thing (secret stuff) and getting a tour of a local government facility when I feel the 92F start to slide out of my waistband and into the seat of my pants. Without thinking I grab my butt with both hands which, one, made everyone look at me and ,two, it made the gun slide right down the leg of my cargo pants and come to rest muzzle first against the marble floor with a solid and very audible thunk. (Needless to say I wasn't feeling very James Bond at the moment.)
So everyone is looking at me expectantly and at my leg which made the strange metal thunk sound a second ago, and very possibly at the barrel of my gun, which is sticking out of my pants. I stare back, pointedly ignoring whatever had just happened and the Uzbeks being an incredibly hospitable people, decided to let me think I'd gotten away with it, and the tour lurched back into motion.
As they all turn their backs to continue, I make like I am tying my shoe and stuff the pistol inside my boot. Into a boot, I might add, which wasn't fashioned to accommodate a full frame pistol and my size 14 foot. It was quite painful but I tried to keep up appearances, limping along behind with my eyes watering from the pain of having the skin torn from my ankle with every step.
Before long I asked where the nearest restroom was and one of the employees showed me directly to the nearest available facility, which was 2 floors up and a good healthy walk from where we started. Once in the bathroom I pulled the pistol from my boot and tucked it back into my waistband, and this time with my thumbs hooked into my belt to keep tension on the gun, I completed the tour without further incident.
So anyways that was my first concealed carry experience. Necessity being the mother of invention, I quickly discovered that in a pinch you can easily conceal a large pistol in one of those zip-up daily planner things. Who would think you have a full frame handgun in a daily planner? Apparently, not too many people.
Now that I have decided to carry full-time in the civilian world I have invested in the Crossbreed Super-Tuck Deluxe in order to avoid any further embarrassing incidents.
As you can imagine the whole Miami Vice look was immediately thrown right out the damn window and I took to carrying it with no holster tucked in the small of my back when I felt like I needed it. So one day we were doing our thing (secret stuff) and getting a tour of a local government facility when I feel the 92F start to slide out of my waistband and into the seat of my pants. Without thinking I grab my butt with both hands which, one, made everyone look at me and ,two, it made the gun slide right down the leg of my cargo pants and come to rest muzzle first against the marble floor with a solid and very audible thunk. (Needless to say I wasn't feeling very James Bond at the moment.)
So everyone is looking at me expectantly and at my leg which made the strange metal thunk sound a second ago, and very possibly at the barrel of my gun, which is sticking out of my pants. I stare back, pointedly ignoring whatever had just happened and the Uzbeks being an incredibly hospitable people, decided to let me think I'd gotten away with it, and the tour lurched back into motion.
As they all turn their backs to continue, I make like I am tying my shoe and stuff the pistol inside my boot. Into a boot, I might add, which wasn't fashioned to accommodate a full frame pistol and my size 14 foot. It was quite painful but I tried to keep up appearances, limping along behind with my eyes watering from the pain of having the skin torn from my ankle with every step.
Before long I asked where the nearest restroom was and one of the employees showed me directly to the nearest available facility, which was 2 floors up and a good healthy walk from where we started. Once in the bathroom I pulled the pistol from my boot and tucked it back into my waistband, and this time with my thumbs hooked into my belt to keep tension on the gun, I completed the tour without further incident.
So anyways that was my first concealed carry experience. Necessity being the mother of invention, I quickly discovered that in a pinch you can easily conceal a large pistol in one of those zip-up daily planner things. Who would think you have a full frame handgun in a daily planner? Apparently, not too many people.
Now that I have decided to carry full-time in the civilian world I have invested in the Crossbreed Super-Tuck Deluxe in order to avoid any further embarrassing incidents.