Chuck Dye
Member
In a restaurant, a small boy walked up to my table and, when he knew he had my attention, said, "Excuse me, sir, are you carrying a gun?"
I did, in fact, have my 5" 1911 holstered inside my waistband but I was confident that I had done nothing to reveal its presence. I answered, "Well son, that is one of those "don’t ask, don’t tell" questions. Why do you ask? Have you seen a gun?"
The boy shook his head and said, "You have long shirt tails. They’re not tucked in. The only time my Dad does that is when he’s wearing his gun."
I asked, "Are you sure that I am just not a snappy dresser like you Dad?"
The boy shook his head, said, "You talk too nice."
It seems that the combination of speaking in fully formed sentences and appearing in a mid-scale restaurant with my shirt untucked, combined with a bright child is all it took to get made. I told the youngster that I did have a gun and a license for it and that I would appreciate it if that could be kept between him, me, and of course his parents. The look of pleasure I got from my confirmation is priceless.
Dad then came over and apologized for his son’s interruption. I told him that no apology was needed. The look of pleasure on the kid’s face was great, the look of surprise on Dad’s face when I told him how I had been made was almost better: seems Dad had no idea he had established a telltale. He was, at once, horrified at the telltale and delighted at his son’s savvy.
Now I know this does not truly count as a failure to conceal a CCW, but combined with several recent threads it has made me ask how much I am getting away with. How often do concealed carriers reveal their weapon without consequence?
I did, in fact, have my 5" 1911 holstered inside my waistband but I was confident that I had done nothing to reveal its presence. I answered, "Well son, that is one of those "don’t ask, don’t tell" questions. Why do you ask? Have you seen a gun?"
The boy shook his head and said, "You have long shirt tails. They’re not tucked in. The only time my Dad does that is when he’s wearing his gun."
I asked, "Are you sure that I am just not a snappy dresser like you Dad?"
The boy shook his head, said, "You talk too nice."
It seems that the combination of speaking in fully formed sentences and appearing in a mid-scale restaurant with my shirt untucked, combined with a bright child is all it took to get made. I told the youngster that I did have a gun and a license for it and that I would appreciate it if that could be kept between him, me, and of course his parents. The look of pleasure I got from my confirmation is priceless.
Dad then came over and apologized for his son’s interruption. I told him that no apology was needed. The look of pleasure on the kid’s face was great, the look of surprise on Dad’s face when I told him how I had been made was almost better: seems Dad had no idea he had established a telltale. He was, at once, horrified at the telltale and delighted at his son’s savvy.
Now I know this does not truly count as a failure to conceal a CCW, but combined with several recent threads it has made me ask how much I am getting away with. How often do concealed carriers reveal their weapon without consequence?