Concealment FAIL
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Saw a guy wearing a shoulder holster under his t-shirt. Of course it was printing really badly.
My girlfriend pointed out a guy at a restaurant who was printing horribly.
And saving the best for last... I went to my mechanic to have something looked at, and while he was leaning over the engine, his sweater rose a good six inches above his belt, and I got an eyefull of plumber's crack and a S&W99. I told my dad, since he goes to the same mechanic and we both carry concealed. We both laughed about it, and the next time my dad dropped off a car, he teased the guy for it. They're friends, so it was all in fun.
My girlfriend pointed out a guy at a restaurant who was printing horribly.
And saving the best for last... I went to my mechanic to have something looked at, and while he was leaning over the engine, his sweater rose a good six inches above his belt, and I got an eyefull of plumber's crack and a S&W99. I told my dad, since he goes to the same mechanic and we both carry concealed. We both laughed about it, and the next time my dad dropped off a car, he teased the guy for it. They're friends, so it was all in fun.
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I was working as a LEO, and had a reserve officer riding with me. We were at the local ER dealing with an individual that had tried to slash his wrists the night before, but had fled before night-shift guys got there. Now, he was at the ER seeking treatment. We took him into custody under Florida's Baker Act, which allows cops to remand a person who is a danger to himself or others to a psychiatric facility.
He was cuffed, but needed to hit the head, so my partner uncuffed him so one of us wouldn't have to hold "it". Once he was done whizzing, my partner went to re-cuff him, and the guy broke free and took off running down a long quiet hallway, making his escape through a door at the other end. Both of us were in pursuit, with the reserve slightly in front of me. As he ran, I suddenly saw something black sliding and skipping down the hall, following him, and bouncing off the walls. It was his BUG, a heavy and clunky RG .38 revolver, that had come loose from his ankle rig. Though it took me a few seconds to catch it, I managed to scoop it up as I ran and shoved it into my back pocket.
During the subsequent search of the woods across from the hospital, the reserve called me on the radio to see if I'd recovered his piece.
We did end up finding the guy again hiding in the woods..
He was cuffed, but needed to hit the head, so my partner uncuffed him so one of us wouldn't have to hold "it". Once he was done whizzing, my partner went to re-cuff him, and the guy broke free and took off running down a long quiet hallway, making his escape through a door at the other end. Both of us were in pursuit, with the reserve slightly in front of me. As he ran, I suddenly saw something black sliding and skipping down the hall, following him, and bouncing off the walls. It was his BUG, a heavy and clunky RG .38 revolver, that had come loose from his ankle rig. Though it took me a few seconds to catch it, I managed to scoop it up as I ran and shoved it into my back pocket.
During the subsequent search of the woods across from the hospital, the reserve called me on the radio to see if I'd recovered his piece.
We did end up finding the guy again hiding in the woods..
Walked into a bathroom and noticed a glock in a kydex holster on a belt around some guy's ankles in a stall.
I remember thinking to myself, "I could probably reach under there and grab that glock and be long gone before he ever gets his pants up!" Lucky for him I'm not that kind of guy.
I wonder if I should've said something to him....
I remember thinking to myself, "I could probably reach under there and grab that glock and be long gone before he ever gets his pants up!" Lucky for him I'm not that kind of guy.
I wonder if I should've said something to him....
I don't know... bathroom stories are why I usually take my Glock out of the holster when I go into a stall. I either rest it on the TP roll or across my thighs.
Outside of getting some evil eyes from gas station employees and the like when I open carry, not really had an incident... yet.
Outside of getting some evil eyes from gas station employees and the like when I open carry, not really had an incident... yet.
Thanksgiving with the in-laws.
I was carrying IWB with a spare magazine in my pants pocket.
After a great turkey dinner, the after-turkey coma overtook me, and I fell asleep in my mother-in-law's lazy-boy chair.
80 miles later when I got home, I reached in my pocket to pull out the magazine, and it was missing. It didn't take long to find. My wife was immediately on the phone asking "Mom can you check your house for loose ordinance." The magazine had slipped out of my pocket and into that gap between the seat and armrest.
Technically not a concealed carry fail, but it was embarrassing nonetheless to have lost the magazine and not been aware of it.
I got the magazine back at Christmas, and my saintly in-laws never gave me a hard time about it.
I was carrying IWB with a spare magazine in my pants pocket.
After a great turkey dinner, the after-turkey coma overtook me, and I fell asleep in my mother-in-law's lazy-boy chair.
80 miles later when I got home, I reached in my pocket to pull out the magazine, and it was missing. It didn't take long to find. My wife was immediately on the phone asking "Mom can you check your house for loose ordinance." The magazine had slipped out of my pocket and into that gap between the seat and armrest.
Technically not a concealed carry fail, but it was embarrassing nonetheless to have lost the magazine and not been aware of it.
I got the magazine back at Christmas, and my saintly in-laws never gave me a hard time about it.
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A friend of mine had a little .32 which found a hole in his front pocket and dropped to the floor as we entered a local restaurant.
He was so nervous, he must have kicked it 3 times, making it halfway across the dining room before he managed to pick it up.
He was so nervous, he must have kicked it 3 times, making it halfway across the dining room before he managed to pick it up.
Im sure this counts but it was not the gun. It was the speed loader that when I reached into my pocket and removed my keys out comes the speed loader on to the floor I was at my parents house in IN grandma and grandpa were over for dinner my sister and brother in law there to.
My hand followed the speedloader to the floor and I recovered it as quick as possible. Im not even sure they knew what it was. That was my first week carrying.
My hand followed the speedloader to the floor and I recovered it as quick as possible. Im not even sure they knew what it was. That was my first week carrying.
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