Embarassing concealed-carry story.

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I carried a S&W model 66 for 20 years using a couple of wide rubber bands doubled around the grips and stuck in my waistband at 4 o'clock. I was never embarrassed to find it wandering around or dropping it.
 
Walking across a crowded parking lot, shirt unbuttoned, Kimber in side holster and the wind gusts really hard. D'oh! Where did that come from. Shirt goes up and everyone looking sees Mr. Kimber. Shirt immediatly got buttoned up once I got control of it in the wind. Kept on walking.
 
You can tell the guys who carry with shirts or vests... They're the ones with their hands hooked in their pockets.

Watch out! Smokeroom snipers are everywhere.
They say they can shoot a 9 inch pie pan, 9 out of 10times, from a mile away. Yeah-----O--K!

Actually I _do_ know folks who can do that...

Granted, on a good day, but then again, they did have witnesses...
 
I grew up in Southern Nevada, about 25 miles from Las Vegas, but moved out in 1955. In 1985, I had to make a fast trip from San Diego to Spokane and stopped for a break in Las Vegas. As I was on a bike, I was carrying in a shoulder rig.

I was wandering through the Mint after dinner, headed for the register when a casino security type slid up on my right side. Just as I noticed who he was, another slid up on my left side. They shuffled me off into a little alcove and the one of the right looked around, then said to me, "Fix your vest. The butt of your piece is showing."

Ooooops. I rearanged my chothes and turned to leave when the one on my left stopped me. "Why in He77 are you carrying a black powder?"

I explained the fact that I was on a bike and traversing 3 states and it just felt better. Then, they wanted to go out with me and see the bike. The one on the left even paid for my meal. :D

I guess I gave them some "You guys ain't gunna believe this..." material.

Pops
 
We had a pretty good "Epic Conceal Fail" thread going a month or two ago.

I once watched a guy trip over a curb and frost heave, sending his carry pistol flying into traffic. Yes, I helped him out. He didn't even have a permit, so I told him how to open carry (rear waistband) until he got back to VT.
 
I surprised some people at the Westin in Denver once. We were waiting for the elevator and my son was testing his dad's strength as he does quite frequently. I took him down and was bent over him as he tried to break free. My back was facing the elevator as it opened and the people seemed very shocked and in a hurry to move on. I realized that what they saw was a man with a gun trying to restrain another young man.
 
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