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

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mom only objects when i open carry

My grandmother was a bit concerned one time after she hugged my younger brother and found he was carrying concealed. She thought it was still illegal to carry concealed in AZ and thought he had to open carry. She didn't seem especially concerned that he was carrying, just that he do it legally.

She hugged me goodbye right before him, but I wasn't made. :cool:
 
In my early 20s I got made from time to time while living in ATL. Then again I was #135 and had a habbit of carrying 5" 1911s or a mod 610 Smith in a belt slide under a T-shirt. I'm seldom made now (maybe the extra #35 and better leather) I wear long sleeved (I'm heavily tattooed) somewhat baggy shirts most of the time now. Still love 5" Govts, and wish I had that 610 back.
 
Waterhouse
"For the next couple of months anytime there was a strange noise at the sorority house there was a knock on her bedroom door: "Can the guy with the gun come check something out for us real quick.""

:evil: Best get close scam ever.
 
I had a shirt snag a little bit and ride up, once or twice. Tis about it.


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.

Well... Sorta. I had an FBI agent ask if I was carrying. I said, "Yea...", a bit more than confused. She asked me what caliber I carried. .40 S&W, usually. She starts snickering and makes a couple comments about .45 being so much better. She also flamed me, mildly, for carrying FMJ.

Sigh. Women...
 
Ist Anniv of 9/11. Not allowed to carryat work but the crew I worked with all pretty much knew a handgun was never further away than my truck; 50-75'. On a couple occassions the boss's sis who was also his office manager called my extention and told me to make a quick trip to my truck, which usually meant an unsavory looking character lurking about. Our business attracted druggies. Anyway, on 9/11 I dug out an ankle holster, and tucked the Makarov in. Sitting at lunch with black slacks, black shoes & socks, legs stretched out, secretary says" Gotta a bulge on that ankle." Very matter of fact, in front of several others. Nobody cared, but psychologist asked, "anything to do with 9/11?" "Yeah, seemed like a good idea." The girl that made me was the only one present without a college degree. And believe me, the Mak was not obvious.

Always try to hug with my right arm under her left, forcing her hand up. Missed once. SHe said "OH!! Ah, yeah, you're carrying" She was at the above lunch, but had forgotten. This was at a grocery store after I'd changed jobs.

Stay safe, (and concealed)
Bob
 
Came close once, had to reveal it once.

I had my 5" 1911 in my Milt Sparks VM2 in tuckable mode one morning (not a comfy way to carry at all). My father noticed that my shirt had a bulge in it, but he didn't press the issue. I wore a suit jacket over it; nobody else noticed.

A couple weeks ago my father was bragging about how much weight he had lost, and was showing off how his belt was much tighter now. He went to put it around me, and was gloating that I was an inch or so bigger around the waist than he was. I then showed him that it was because of my 1911 and 2 magazines. His jaw dropped.
 
revdisk said:
Sigh. Women...

So, Rev, you get her number?

First time was when Mom had come up from Santa Fe with her then boyfriend (she and Dad had been divorced for a while) for a visit, and we decided to go to a movie. We were coming out of the theatre, when before I knew it she was snaking her arm around me for a hug. She was on my left; pistol on the right. Fingers hit butt (of the pistol, you pervy wankers!), Mom goes :eek: and says, right out loud in the middle of the parking lot, "Is that a GUN!? "Mom, not so loud! Yes it is, and I'm licensed so it's okay," says I. :rolleyes:
 
I notice how a lot of people who had been made followed up quickly with, "I'm licensed, so it's okay."

Why?

Is it NOT okay if one is NOT licensed?



Oh, Bravo11, are you sure you want Lynyrd Skynyrd in your sig line? Why use that line, when they have such better songs :rolleyes: like the one about dumping all the handguns into the ocean before someone kills us with them?

-Jeffrey
 
Everyone I work with AWLAYS wants to know "what kinda gun you got today? :eek: "My old boss was a Marine qualifing instructor and we always used the solvent tank to clean our AR's and 1911's.Just like the old days.......
 
Quote:
"do not carry in places where there is a lot of hugging going on."

Wrong. Wherever alot of hugging is anticipated, use deep concealment techniques.
 
For a couple months after I got my permit (at 21) my mom tried to guilt trip me about it, saying that she's constantly worried, but she never tried to forbid me from getting it. Now she's pretty apathetic about it. I haven't been "made" in public, yet anyway.
 
. He settled down pretty quick and asked me some questions about it and told me how much trouble it was to purchase handguns in CA. I told him he should move back to TX and I'd hook him up with the pistol of his choosing
What a good son. Offer him something nice, if he'll move back to the Promised Land. :)
 
Made once by ex girlfriend

I was out shopping and my ex girlfriend saw me. Before I could direct her arms, she gave me a big hug. Well she flet the M9 and the mags. The look of shock hit her face. She looked at me and I said yep.
She left like I had the plague.
Loved it.
My new girlfriend knows I carry, and becuse of Ohio's "plain sight" in the car I don't bother to retuck my shirt in when I visit her. Honestly, dispite she doens't like firearms, I think she feels more comfortable.
 
i was going thru a traffic checkpoint, probably a dui check, but don't recall now. officer asked to see my license, and saw my cwp when i went to dig out my license. asked me if i was carrying, and i told him i was. he asked what i was carrying, and i told him it was a 1911. we had a very brief discussion on colt 1911's vs. glock (his duty gun), and that was it.

another time i was walking w/ my then girlfriend (wife now) in a mall. she went to put her arm around my waist and ended up w/ her hand on the grip of my 1911. she said 'oh! well...ok, i'll just hold your hand, then.' at the time she knew i was into guns, but didn't know i carried. also, at the time, she was mildly anti on rkba, and rabidly anti-hunting. it was a turning point in the relationship. later that same day, we had an incident at a drive-thru which caused her to do a 180 on rkba, and between 'seeing' me carry and the incident, it directly lead her to carry, too...

i'm sure i've been made other times, but nobody has ever mentioned it to me, so if they knew, they either vacated the area, or just didn't care...
 
They don't even ask...

I carry at least 3 knives on me most of the time, ok?
Combat knife in fast-draw style, a holdover from before I was old enough to legally pack heat, a 'tool' knife for all those useful things ya need one for, and a tiny sleeve dagger for opening packages, letters, and purchases.
(Also noted, a sparky strip for starting fires when the morons at the bonfire can't seem to find a match! :mad: )

I'll note that with todays overpackaging, I tend to be in demand when someone buys one of those impossible-to-open security sealed, stamped plastic containers, like PS2 memory cards come in.

"Dude, gimme a knife..." is a rather common phrase amongst my friends, thus, one can imagine... no one with ANY sense hugs me, nope.

Add in that I teach personal defense (a minimalist, non-professional style, just the basics) and thus might likely be carrying various tools of that trade as well - everyone just flat assumes I have an arsenal tucked away in my pockets and no one I know has a problem with it.

The only real run-in with johnny law was a case of mistaken vehicle, since a nearly identical 50cc motorbike to the one I was riding had just been stolen.
Told the lady I was *ahem* geared up, and asked her to stand back while I emptied my pockets of weapons and sharp objects as she asked... this took a minute or two ;) and she was glaring at me sideways the whole while.

We sorted it, but the local PD always assumed I was some kind of nihilistic survivalist-type after that... I guess they never tried to ride a 50cc through the inner city, eh ?

-K
 
i was once told that my gun was "printing" by a local cop... i smiled and said "good, now i can start it on cursive"... he smiled and said "good answer, now, hide it" i did, he smiled, and walked away... never even asked to see my permit... kinda a good experience...
 
Not made, but nearly. Buddy comes up to give me a hug after not seeing me for a good long while. After doing the obligatory "back slap" that us guys must do in order to make hugging in public ok, his hand drops and hits my pistol grip, small of back. Being comfortable with him (pro-gun) and knowing he'll keep quiet I say, "...whadya think?" To which he replies, "...about what?" What a SLOW-HEAD! I'm then required to cover up on the spot so I say, "About my idea for your bachelor party?" He had no clue. I was actually a little disappointed.

Also, me carrying concealed makes the girlfriend nervous, so we go 'round sometimes because I won't stop cc. Then, I'm talkin' to good ol' mom the other day and find out she fully approves of concealed carry. Yeah, mom!
 
Wife's friend gave me a hug................

and a grab and got a real surprised look on her face. Let me clarify - she was always a bit more than just friendly - ran into each other at a park walking our dogs.

Did I mention that I had my PM9 in a Smart Carry that day :what: ??


Needless to say it was a don't ask/don't tell situation!
 
The only people that hug me are people that know I carry. I leave it in the car at family gatherings just to avoid all the questions even though the family is from the South and very into hunting.

I did have a girl stumble over it one time when we were getting it on.
"Is that a gun?"
"Yeah."
"Well, take it off."
I did, and we continued our...uh, activity.
 
Hunter,

Given that they continued their ... activity ... I'd have guessed the latter. :D :D

pax
 
Packin' stories

I had a girlfriend years ago who was "made" by a cop in California who was holding the door open for her at a restaraunt. He put his hand on the small of her back to guide her through the door...he squeezed the gun...and said nothing. He was escorting her because she had a stalker who had been threatening to kill her. It was a little .22 I had loaned her. That was before total "gun hysteria" had been created in California by the Marxist Media.
I often "carry" in a rugged looking black shoulder bag...I call it the "Bag of Death". It holds my holstered, comped, Lasermaxed, Glock 32 with 15 round mag stuffed full of CorBon hollowpoints, an extra mag, a 4 oz. can of Fox brand pepper spray with fogger top, a pointed steel pen, and if not in my pocket, a Cold Steel fully serrated 12" mega-folder. Also in the bag is a small high quality voice recorder with fresh batteries that can be secretly clicked on to document evidence if needed later for legal reasons.
The bag is thick, so it doesn't "print", doesn't get "hugged", or messed with. The bag has several tactical advantages:
The shoulder strap can be adjusted so it hangs right at the level of my draw and shoot hand for rapid deployment. Another use I call the "muggers surprise". If you are confronted with gun toting mugger, he has the drop on you...BUT...as you grovel before him, begging him not to kill you, fumbling frantically for your "wallet" in your bag...as the bottom of it swivels up in his direction....four 125 grain hollowpoints traveling at 1450 feet per second exit the bottom of the bag and blow out the center of his chest. He is dead before he can pull his trigger.
 
"Made" by the Police!!

An unfortunate aquaintance who was forced to live in California had this tale of woe to tell:
Driving to work late one night, he was stopped by the local police for a supposed traffic violation. He had inadvertantly left his range bag with gun behind the passenger seat after a visit to the range a day before. It had gotten covered by some bags of stuff, and he had forgotten it was there. One cop shined his light through a rear window and spotted a tiny bit of the bag visible under the stuff. He was ordered out of the car, the car searched, the gun found, handcuffed, taken to jail for the night, charged with two firearm violations, lost the gun, a thousand bucks for a good attorney, a 400 dollar fine, and hours of time and dignity. But he got off easy: they had wanted 10 days in jail, a 1500 dollar fine, and lose all his gun rights. Being a solid citizen with a clean record and an aggressive attorney saved his ass.
He stated afterward, that he realized that being mugged would have been easier: just a few bucks in the wallet, a few moments of fear, and it would be all over. Then he realized...he had "mugged" by the State of California!! And it was worse than what a crook would have done.
The poor guy is still trying to get out of that Liberal Occupied Zone.
 
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