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I have a bad feeling about ethnic and religous communities making their homes in places that don't allow them the means to defend themselves. That has tended to work out rather poorly in the past.

Rather well said, and worthy of consideration.

Being well-paid, well-accepted, or well-respected doesn't mean much if you happen (coincidentally) to be well, dead....
 
Ok, here is ONE of my stories...
I was dating a new girl, and I knew she was a little uncomfortable around guns. I always had mine concealed on my waist. She was going to bed so, before I left, I lied down next to her for just a minute (all my clothes were ON). When she put her arm around my waist, I tried to roll away a little bit, but she touched the butt of my gun. She pulled back and asked "is that a gun??". I answered "uh, I am happy to see you :)". She laughed, but then I got the usual questions... "why do you carry?", "why do you think you need it?", etc, etc.

I will come back later to tell my latest, embarrassing story :eek:
 
Cute blonde

wife of a budy. We were all sitting at a picnic table, she next to me. She had to leave early, and as she got up she leaned over to give me a goodbye hug before I had a chance to plan. Her arm went right around the 1911 I had under my shirt.

"OOO! You're so.....HARD!"

I just smiled. She turned red. Nothing more was ever said.
 
One night my wife and I were at the movies and I was wearing a looser than normal pair of shorts with my P32 in a pocket holster in my front pocket. About half way through the movie I heard a thump as something fell down beneath me. At first I thought it was my cell phone but I remembered I wasn't carrying it and I knew it was my P32. It was dark and I couldn't find it right away. Within seconds the group of kids behind us snapped open thier cell phones and were using the light to help me look! I grabbed the phone for the nearest kid and used it to locate my gun. I don't think they knew what I picked up. After that I either wore tighter shorts or carried a different way to the movies. I have worked in Corrections for the last 12 years and law enforcement for the last 16. I have a really good eye for what people are carrying and honestly I RARELY make people carrying. I've concluded that I really don't need to be so self conscious about it. Everyone has a bulge under their shirts now with PDAs and cellphones etc... I now carry my M&P 9C in a Comp-Tac holster under just a T-shirt and no one has ever said a thing.
 
Ray Tracer: I noticed on that map it said NYC "may Issue"

To the best of my knowledge it is 100% illegal for anyone (permit holding or not) other than LEO to carry in any of the 5 Burroughs.
 
I was made once by a guy at Wendy's. We were all standing in line to order & he was a friendly older man. We were chatting & he said something about me paying & patted my hip where I was carrying my XD9 service iwb. He asked what kind of gun I was carrying & pretty much left it at that. I was kinda pissed he had touched me. That is the only time that I know of, most of the time when I am open carrying people don't notice.
 
The only times someone notices my gun is when I take my shirt off at my doctor visits.

My Gastroenterologist has examined my belly and abdomen a dozen times with my tools still on. It wasn't until my last visit, when I had to take my shirt off to examine the problem, that he ever noticed.

"Is that a gun?"

"Yep. Anyway, so about this problem . . . "

That was the end of it.


I had to do the same for a rheumy earlier that week. She never said a word. I'm quite sure she noticed, but the conversation stayed focused on the reason for the visit. If it bothered her, she did a real good job wearing her poker face. She sat down beside me, strongside, to take vitals and do her exam.


I don't pocket carry, and IWB is intolerable for me. I carry strong side OWB, with a reload, 6P, and a 4 inch fixed blade. I've traveled that way in plenty of places where the practice of carrying guns wasn't acceptable. I can't recall ever having anyone noticed unless I intended them to.


These stories are interesting, though.
 
xray vision

In the mid 80's in CT, I carried a Detonics Service Master iwb at the small of my back. One day I recieved a sharp blow to the head at work (construction) and when I got home my girlfriend convinced me to visit the emergency room. She was worried about concussion, I guess, and to get her off my back I went along with her. I guess the blow to my head had affected me because I forgot to remove the pistol from by waist band. After the doctor examined me, he asked me to remove all my clothing and get into a gown, saying he would return to take me to have a head xray. Since when do you need to get naked to have a head xray. I new he had made me, so after he left I removed my clothing and placed the pistol (with the clip removed) under my folded shirt, with the clip beside it. I placed my carry permit on top of the shirt, got into the gown, and waited for the police. A short time later, two officers came into the room, carefully, and asked me how I was doing. I told them I was as well as could be expected, and that the item they were looking for was under the shirt. They looked over the permit, took the pistol and clip, and said that they would leave the pistol at the nurses station, and take the clip back to the police station, where I could pick it up after the doctor's visit. They said I hadn't done anything wrong, but they assumed I didn't want a nervous doctor leaving the xray machine on for to long. After I was xrayed (no concussion, just a thick skull) I went to the nurses station and asked for my pistol. She pushed it across the counter with a pen, like it was going to give her something incurable. I thanked her, went to the rest room, and put one of my spare mags (which I had not placed by the pistol, earlier) into the Detonics and proceeded to the police station to pick up the confiscated clip. The officers were polite, and didn't give me any difficulty as a result of the incident. I now leave my ccw at home, or in the car when I visit the hospital, or doctor's office. I am currently living in VT, where no permit is necessary. As long as the handgun is concealed, anyone can carry (unless location is posted, ...etc.) Oddly, I have always felt that I needed to exercise greater prudence when no permit was required. I know that sounds strange, but keep in mind the aforementioned head blow. By the way, it was a lally column to the back of the head, which I dropped off my shoulder while falling down a set of temporary stairs to a basement where I was going to install the column. Yes, the lally hurt worse than the fall. And, no, it didn't knock any sense into me, but the incident with the police did.

Hastings
 
Never been made as far as I know but has anyone ever made someone else? I always take a second look at people who wear their shirts untucked, wear a fishing vest or a fanny pack. I'm also more aware of people's posture and the way they move.
 
I came close recently. Went to a local restuarant and put in a to-go order. I've been going there for a while so I'm pretty friendly with the staff and we kibbitz when it's not too busy. So one of the cooks comes out and we're talking just general smack. While I'm talking to him, a co-worker of mine I had recommended the place to also comes in. So I'm introducing them and we're just having a grand ole time. The cook goes to the back and my peer and I took a seat and were just chatting away, but, my right side feels funny. As we're talking, I'm kind of panning around and happened to look down to the floor and what do I see, a full 9-rd Wilson Combat mag staring back at me. I can only guess that when I was shaking hands that the inside of my arm clipped the magazine pouch and the mag subsequently dropped out. Much more careful now.
 
So I was picking up mail from my mailbox, located darn close to the ground. I was wearing OWB (H&K P2000) at 4 o'clock and my polo shirt barely covered it. I lean down to open the mail box, and at the same time my neighbor, a police offices, comes out :banghead: I looked at him. He looked at me. Then, he looked at my gun sticking out of my polo. Then he looked at me again. I said "Hi". He smirked, and said "Hi". I QUICKLY pulled out my mail, and got up, and fixed my polo over the gun. I smiled while passing him by. He smiled back. Keep in mind I don't really know he. I mean, we're just neighbors that never talk... I'm on the 8th floor, he's on the 14th. And I see him once every few weeks. Anyways, he didn't do anything about it, which was nice of him.

As for spotting others... one time I'm driving on Atlantic Blvd (Ft. Lauderdale) approaching US1. I'm stuck in traffic. Two gang bangers run across the road right in front of my car. And you know how you put your hand on the gun when you have to run, hoping no one will notice your hand holding onto something thick and heavy under your shirt. Yea. That. The imprint of a gun was so clear. And I'm willing to bet $100 guy didn't have a CWP :D
 
I think I've told this story before on THR, but since it's a quickie, here's me having been made:

It was about ten or so years ago, I used to carry an AO .45 in a shoulder rig. My buddy and I used to go into the local Little Ceasar's for their cheap double pizzas all the time; this one young(er) counter guy knew us and we used to BS whenever we went in. (He once accidentally dropped our order and made two new pizzas and gave us all four. After that, he used to pretend to drop our order to fake us out.)

Anyway, apparently my shoulder rig strap was peeking out from under my jacket and I didn't notice. The guy asks me, "ah, you carry a gun?" To which I replied, "oh, yeah. I do." And he said, "Cool."

And that was it. If I'd ever been made other than that, I don't know about it.
 
I am not sure if I was made or not.
I was in a Coastal Farm and home supply store, standing in a changing room trying on new Carhart coats. I was wearing my Sig p220 in a jackass shoulder rig and was trying on coats to see which one would cover it better. I went in with my leather motorcycle jacket covering it, really doubt anyone saw it through that coat.
Anyhow when I was going to leave the changing room there was one of their pretty gals who work back by the changing room with a larger Carhart farm coat in her hands waiting for me. She said try this one on. I don't often argue with pretty women , so I did.
It was a much better fit and concealed the rig and pistol pretty well. I came back out said thanks went up front bought the coat and left.
That gal still smiles at me when I go in there to buy my yearly pair of Danner boots.
I have no idea if they have cameras behind their changing room mirrors or not, and I am not going to ask.
 
well as he is lowering his britches the gun falls out on the floor, the guy in the stall next to him freaks out pulls up his britches without wiping and runs out of the bathroom

ROFL!! :D That was a freakin' gut buster if I've ever heard one. I'm still laughing uncontrollably.
 
Ok, here is my embarassing story, which I illuded to earlier....

I was carrying my gun in a cheap Unkle Mike's holster. Because the holster grabbed the trigger guard and was starting to scratch it, I loosened the tension on the holster. There was still a 'click' to confirm that the gun was seated in the holster.

I was out riding my motorcycle with a group of friends. We stopped at a parking lot to talk and hang out. I put my helmet on and I got back on my bike, as I was about to leave, but I forgot to get my gloves out of the bike's "trunk". When I started to get off the bike, I thought the kickstand was still down and I leaned the bike over. I could not keep the bike from falling, so I let the bike down gently and rolled away from the bike. I then grabbed the bike quickly and picked it up. Friends came over to make sure I was ok. Then, one of my friends said "is that your gun?". I said "what do you mean?". I didn't know what he was talking about, whether he saw the gun on my waist or what. He then motioned towards the ground, pointed, and said "is that your gun?". My other friend was standing above my gun, which was on the ground between his feet. I was like :what: I kneeled down on one knee and re-holstered. There were a lot of friends right around me, but I don't think any of them saw what I did. However, my friend had to tell the story to everyone.

Yes, I felt like a complete dork for a while. If I only dropped my bike, that would have been bad enough :( After that incident, I tightened up the retention a lot. I now carry in a different holster, and I don't think I can have the retentioned tightened enough. It's still too loose for my comfort, because I don't have to pull hard to draw the gun.
 
My dad made me the other day. Of course, I did nothing to hide it, we were moving some stuff that required me to do some bending over (no homo). He asked my why I carry that thing (not in a negative way towards guns, he just doesn't see need to have a gun on you.) I replied with a smart-aleck remark and we left it at that.

My mom made me the other day too, kinda. My STEP-dad (not the same one as above), doesn't want me to carry a gun in the house, he's good to me, he treats my mom right, I'll leave it in the car when I visit. But, I left my holster on, and my mom goes "What's that, your gun?" Now she's claims she's not anti, but she is, she plays it off as a "I just think that if society has come to having to need to carry guns..." With step-dad there waiting for an answer, I lift up my shirt, and go "Nope, just a holster :)"
 
but has anyone ever made someone else?

Yes. When I was about 19 (just before leaving for basic training) I was delivering pizza. It was day shift, the lunch rush was over, so I was manning the register. A guy came in wearing one of those thin nylon windbreakers that were popular in the 80s (a jacket in Maryland in Sept should have tipped me, it is still in the upper 80s and 90s then). When he went for his wallet, the windbreaker moved enough to show his entire gun butt (he carried IWB). Luckily it turned out he was an off duty cop working security in the shopping center since there is no legal CCW in MD. Otherwise, he might have been an otherwise law abiding citizen carrying illegally, but most of us obey the laws so most non-cops who are carrying are criminals who don't care about the law anyway.
 
I've never been made, but I have spotted two people carrying concealed. The first was a no-brainer, and barely counts. I saw a physically-fit gentleman with an MPD (Mobile Police Department) t-shirt on, carrying a fanny pack. Pretty easy to guess what was in it. ;)

The second was an older gentleman whose pants were a bit too big, and he stupidly didn't tighten his belt enough to keep them from sagging. He had a revolver in his back pocket, and when his pants sagged, I could see the butt end of the weapon sticking out. This was in the movie store I manage. There weren't any other customers in the store, so no sheeple were frightened. This is Alabama anyway; I doubt anyone would have cared.

Actually, there are three cases now that I think about it. When I was a theatre manager in IL (eeeeewww), a customer was printing badly. This was in a no-carry state, mind you. I wasn't going to let a customer break the law in my theatre, even if it was a stupid law to begin with, so I asked him nicely to leave. Then he showed me his badge. :)
 
Never been made but I want to be!

But I have seen a few, mostly are the "undercover" cops hanging out in front of movie theaters with tight t-shirt, mustache, and fanny pack. Pretty easy to spot they just stand there and loiter.

Another was a gentlemen wearing a vest (the puffy kind) (in Texas?:rolleyes:) and was climbing into his jeep when the back rode up on him showing off his carry piece MOB.

In any gun store and notice a rather "high" bulge strong side. It's pretty obvious.

And the reason for the top "I want to be" is because I would like to be able to open-carry PLEASE!
 
I was in the theater watching a movie. Movie ends. Guy in front of my stand up. He is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt tucked in. IWB hanging out the back is the distinct butt of a Sig-Sauer (not sure which model. Looked like 220 or 226). But I looked next to it, and saw a hand-cuff pouch next to the gun on his belt, so I assume he was a cop. He put his jacket on (yes, after standing up and flashing everyone behind him), and left with what I assume was his wife.
2 thoughts. 1- he was a cop. He should not have flashed his gun even if off duty. He should know better.
2- people are oblivious. Sure the theater was still pretty dark, and it was a dark gun against a black shirt, but still. Of the...oohhh...I'd guess 10 people that he flashed, i think I was the only one who noticed.

I've been carrying for 2 years, and never been made other than when a family member gives me a hug when I come home or something like that.
 
I once got an odd look from a clerk in the bookstore when I passed too close to a shelf while squeezing past him.

*CLANK*

"What was that?"

"Tape measure...?"

"Oh, ok."

:)
 
I was hanging around with some friends going on a hike then to one of their grandmothers for dinner. As we do when all of us get together (once a year due to geographic distance) we usually end up with some wrestling or shots to the arm or gut. Normal rough housing between friends that grew up together. I was carring an IWB 1911. One of my friends decided that it would be a good Idea to come up and give me a kidney punch. Next thing I know is I hear the dull thud of flesh hitting metal and a hilarious cry of pain followed by some obscenities He must have been swinging for the fences because he broke the sin on his knuckles and was cursing me for the next hour. I though it was pretty funny though.:neener:
 
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