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Reminds me of Ace Ventura Pet Detective, when he finally figured out Sean Young was a guy. Whilst recall the horror in his mind some time later, he mocked himself "Your gun is digging into my hip!" and then gets a case of the willies.

-Matt
 
Also, NEVER tell your little brother you carry a gun. Even if he is 9 years old and you haven't lived with him in years...if he ever sees you in public he just might start shouting "do you have your gun? do you do you? gun?"

Sometimes the older siblings do this also.
 
Also, NEVER tell your little brother you carry a gun. Even if he is 9 years old and you haven't lived with him in years...if he ever sees you in public he just might start shouting "do you have your gun? do you do you? gun?"

Your right about that, I brought my nephew shooting when he was 8, he used a Ruger mkIII and he was suprised me, the kid's a good shot. He is 12 now and he still calls me "Uncle Gun."

I'll tell you it turns heads in public.
 
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Also, NEVER tell your little brother you carry a gun. Even if he is 9 years old and you haven't lived with him in years...if he ever sees you in public he just might start shouting "do you have your gun? do you do you? gun?"


Sometimes the older siblings do this also.

I know one of my children would be loose lipped and I'll just plan on not informing them just yet.

Thanks for all the excellent replies. "He's got a gun, He's got a gun" is still making me laugh!

Any more stories?
 
My brother-in-law will ask what I am carrying, frequently in places he should not ask and loudly enough others can hear him. He is an idiot, really he is...
 
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My grandson....

My girlfriends were all told before it became an issue. The one that didn't think much of it, who also happened to be the only one that kept her own gun, eventually became my wife.

HOWEVER, while having lunch with my wife and a seven-year-old grandson at an outdoor cafe in a sort-of open-air mall near Destin, Florida, my grandson saw my J-frame printing in my front pocket as I sat down.

What's he do? Loud as he can, with child-like innocence, he yells, "Hey, everybody, look! Grandpa's got a gun!"

I'm sure most of the people in the immediate vicinity heard him, but they all seemed to pretend they didn't hear anything while continuing to eat, discretely glancing sideways to see what was what.

It was a teachable moment. We spent the rest of the lunch explaining that I often do carry a gun to protect him and grandma, and I'm obeying the law when I do, but he needs to be quite about it. Most importantly, I explained, is that if something bad starts to happen, he can't let anyone know I have a gun, because surprise may be the only advantage I have.

It hasn't been an issue with him in the two years since then.

One of my brothers caught me stowing my guns after I retreived them from my airline luggage at Denver International. He seemed to have no problem when he saw me pocket a Model 940 J-frame, but he raised an eyebrow when I then proceeded to put a PA-63 in a holster under a vest, then load some magazines and stuff them with some moon-clipped ammo in the vest pockets. "Geez! How much of that stuff do you need?" I think he thought I was mildly paranoid, but he otherwise didn't seem to have any problems.

- - - Yoda
 
In the early-mid Nineties I had a "may issue" carry permit in MN--stated reason was for instruction / hauling firearms. At any rate, I started carrying more frequently--in my naievete, I assumed any issues I could talk away.

So, one summer night my wife and I went to the Guthrie (live theater) in Minneapolis. At the time, my typical carry was a bobbed SP101 in a SOB.

The seating there was tight, knee-wise. So, at intermission, I stand up--and somehow or other, my outer shirt hangs up on the 101--all exposed for the parties behind me to see.

I heard a gasp--right behind me. I casually adjusted the shirt, turned around and smiled broadly at the middle-aged woman behind me. She smiled back. Nothing more was said.

And nothing happened.

Jim H.
 
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Not only was the woman screaming "he's got a gun" hysterical but other people were getting that way too. This was a Kobe's Japanese restaurant, here in Orlando, across the street from Disney World. Close to 500 people in there. Yeah, it got tense real quick. :what:
 
I get ratted out by 7 yo alot! She constantly jumps in my arms and always manages to land on my sidearm. Since I carry 24/7 I have made concealing it from her the challenge of the day. Problem is she also publicly wines about when do we get to go to the range again! Lil twerp beat me on xbox greatest hunts yesterday.
 
any one close enough to me to get a hug KNOWS that they will most likley feel a gun so its a non issue.;)

once i did get a (whats that) from a new niece to the family from marrage at the reunion.

i just looked at her and said ---i just like you a lot :D

thought my aunt was gonna pee herself from laughing.
 
Not only was the woman screaming "he's got a gun" hysterical but other people were getting that way too

Probably a tourist from a state where carry is rare or forbidden... sigh.
 
Yeah..."getting made" means different things to different people. ;)

Seriously, does that happen much? With strangers? I mean I can see my mom or somebody giving me the "oh for heaven's sake" bit but strangers?

I have never been discovered busted made or exposed. Whether or not somebody could tell is another matter.
 
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