Prince Yamato
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KI4LIV, no...uh...kidding, I was actually sitting here think of what would happen in just that scenario. 
Most embarrassing CCW moment
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longtooth
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Gun show in Pasadena Texas. I had on a brand new holster. Since the show was posted & I was to be there all day, it was a good opportunity to break in the holster. They checked my gun for clear, plastic tied it, & handed it back. New holster & I missed it w/ gun muzzle & dropped Kimber Pro CDP from waist high, barrel streight down, onto a concrete floor. That in front of a long line of folks, several LEOs, & worst of all my grandson who was 6 & learning.:banghead:
hagar
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I was SUV shopping in Phoenix, went to look at a Honda. Pretty serious about buying a new vehicle, and I wanted to see what the skidplate was like, and crawled under the car. I was carrying a Star Firestar at the time, and the magazine fell out of my jacket pocket. The look on the salesman's face was precious. He was convinced I was there to rob him, and even after I told him I had a CCW, he remained hostile and stand offish. Went over to the Nissan dealer, and bought a Pathfinder instead.
jonnyc
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Standing, talking, and shaking hands at my local house-of-worship-of-choice, an old gentleman and good friend comes over. We shake and then talk, all the while he's patting the Makarov on my hip!!! He was blocking my gun hand and I couldn't turn. I tried not to react, and he showed no sign of noticing. We parted and he has never mentioned it or given any sign of comprehension. I learned a valuable lesson on gun-awareness and planning for such occurances.
jad0110
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The stories about IWB holster clips breaking is a little discomforting, as I carry my 642 in an Uncle Mikes #3 IWB clip on holster from time-to-time.
Maybe I'll leave a safety pin in it that I can secure it with to my pants should the clip snap. Anyone try this?
Maybe I'll leave a safety pin in it that I can secure it with to my pants should the clip snap. Anyone try this?
One thing I want to do is make a holster with both a clip, and snap-on straps. Clips are pretty useful if your shirt is just an inch too short. You can tuck the hem under the clip to keep it from riding up.
Embarassing CCW stories, I have none. Fortunately. Worst that's happened is I once discovered the hard way that a new holster was incredibly uncomfortable, about 2 hours into an 8 hour shift, and ended up with the gun in one pocket and the holster in another after a quick trip to the bathroom.
Embarassing CCW stories, I have none. Fortunately. Worst that's happened is I once discovered the hard way that a new holster was incredibly uncomfortable, about 2 hours into an 8 hour shift, and ended up with the gun in one pocket and the holster in another after a quick trip to the bathroom.
Duach Laidir
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Some 50 years ago, back when the laws in Australia allowed concealed carry (with the appropriate lisence) three of us , all carrying, were in a theatre in the notorious Kings Cross area (some American Servicemen will remember it well
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During the movie there was a dull thud and a woman in the row behind tapped my friend on the shoulder and said "Is this yours?"
She handed him his 1911 which he'd been carrying in the back of his pants under the belt.
It had ridden up and dropped out. Evidently he'd moved the seat a bit and it then fell to the floor.
He quietly thanked her and we all went back to watching the movie.
That was The Cross, probably still the same.
)During the movie there was a dull thud and a woman in the row behind tapped my friend on the shoulder and said "Is this yours?"
She handed him his 1911 which he'd been carrying in the back of his pants under the belt.
It had ridden up and dropped out. Evidently he'd moved the seat a bit and it then fell to the floor.
He quietly thanked her and we all went back to watching the movie.
That was The Cross, probably still the same.
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jonnyc
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I remember King's Cross. I stayed in a Youth Hostel there, twice actually, back in '82-'83. The young local ladies were very friendly, if I recall.
Shaughn Leayme
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I had a very nice looking young lady come up and hug me from behind on one occasion and she definitely felt the 1911 on my hip and the spare magazines on the left and the revolver just to the left of my spine, seem's she mistook me for her significant other from behind in the crowd at the bus depot, according to my SO, from behind we looked pretty similar short hair cut same general build and style of clothes.
After the moment of embarrassment, she produced her police ID and asked if I had a permit to carry, I produced mine and after a brief chat and profuse apologies on her part, we met up with our SO's and were on our way.
An embarrassing event for another, was the time I ducked into a public washroom, to wash off my hands after somehow coming into contact with some grease within the mall and was walking towards the sink, when I heard a curse and a metallic clatter and a Berretta 92S came sliding out from beneath a stall and thumped into my boot, the silence in the men's room was deafening as everyone was looking at the pistol, same as I was. Bending slightly, I could see a polished pair of boots and brown pants under the door and then a clearing of a throat was heard and the party in question asked if I could slide the gun back to him as he displayed his credentials under the door, so I picked up the pistol and set it down near the door and with my boot shoved it underneath, received an embarrassed sounding thank you and went about my business.
The other time I entered a stall and closing the door, found a duty belt fully equipped hanging from the hook on the back of the door...I can see maybe/possibly forgetting an unholstered or maybe in a paddle holster pistol on a tank top, but a duty belt with cuff's,gun, radio, taser, mace and a collapsible baton Moments later the door to the washroom was pushed open and in rushed a female police officer....for a second I thought I was in the wrong restroom (been there done that, more than once) and she went right to the stall, where apparently "her" gear was and looked extremely embarrassed and relieved at the same time, she did turn a becoming shade of red when I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, mumbled something inane and scooted out the door as I held it open for her, making a point of looking at the sign on the door, yep it was the men's room, her fellow officers standing at the register were all looking at the ceiling as if the meaning of life was engraved upon it in gold letters, then someone chuckled and that was it, the howls could be heard for miles around, I imagine she was not let to forget that for sometime.
After the moment of embarrassment, she produced her police ID and asked if I had a permit to carry, I produced mine and after a brief chat and profuse apologies on her part, we met up with our SO's and were on our way.
An embarrassing event for another, was the time I ducked into a public washroom, to wash off my hands after somehow coming into contact with some grease within the mall and was walking towards the sink, when I heard a curse and a metallic clatter and a Berretta 92S came sliding out from beneath a stall and thumped into my boot, the silence in the men's room was deafening as everyone was looking at the pistol, same as I was. Bending slightly, I could see a polished pair of boots and brown pants under the door and then a clearing of a throat was heard and the party in question asked if I could slide the gun back to him as he displayed his credentials under the door, so I picked up the pistol and set it down near the door and with my boot shoved it underneath, received an embarrassed sounding thank you and went about my business.
The other time I entered a stall and closing the door, found a duty belt fully equipped hanging from the hook on the back of the door...I can see maybe/possibly forgetting an unholstered or maybe in a paddle holster pistol on a tank top, but a duty belt with cuff's,gun, radio, taser, mace and a collapsible baton
Moments later the door to the washroom was pushed open and in rushed a female police officer....for a second I thought I was in the wrong restroom (been there done that, more than once) and she went right to the stall, where apparently "her" gear was and looked extremely embarrassed and relieved at the same time, she did turn a becoming shade of red when I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, mumbled something inane and scooted out the door as I held it open for her, making a point of looking at the sign on the door, yep it was the men's room, her fellow officers standing at the register were all looking at the ceiling as if the meaning of life was engraved upon it in gold letters, then someone chuckled and that was it, the howls could be heard for miles around, I imagine she was not let to forget that for sometime.nitesite
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Several years ago I was Christmas shopping with my wife in the OpryMills Mall in Nashville, Tn. I was carrying a S&W 442 Airweight Centennial J-frame in a tuckable IWB holster. I had a HKS speedloader in my right jacket pocket, and I had apparently also put my car keys in there as well
There were only about a bazillion holiday shoppers there and I went to pull out my keys and switch pockets. You guessed it, the speedloader came out and hit the bright white linoleum tiled floor and went sliding about 12-feet away. It came to a halt right in the middle of an aisle.
I actually used my foot to push it under a circular rack of clothes, when I could more casually stoop down and retrieve it. I thought cops would be looking for me the rest of the day, as several shoppers saw it and made eye contact with me when I stood back up.
Several years ago I was Christmas shopping with my wife in the OpryMills Mall in Nashville, Tn. I was carrying a S&W 442 Airweight Centennial J-frame in a tuckable IWB holster. I had a HKS speedloader in my right jacket pocket, and I had apparently also put my car keys in there as well
There were only about a bazillion holiday shoppers there and I went to pull out my keys and switch pockets. You guessed it, the speedloader came out and hit the bright white linoleum tiled floor and went sliding about 12-feet away. It came to a halt right in the middle of an aisle.
I actually used my foot to push it under a circular rack of clothes, when I could more casually stoop down and retrieve it. I thought cops would be looking for me the rest of the day, as several shoppers saw it and made eye contact with me when I stood back up.
Moondancer
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I know I've posted this story before here, but it never hurts to repeat it.
Kimber Compact CDP, Galco Original Jackass shoulder holster, and the local Family Video store.
The wife and I had been out shopping and was headed for home when we decided to see if there were any new releases we wanted to see. To make a long story short, we had been in the video store wandering around for maybe 10 minutes when she had found what she wanted to see and let me know to meet her at the checkout counter in a minute or so. I finished looking at the title I had been looking at and headed for the counter.
Picture this: middle of the store with a reasonably large open area. Probably 15 to 20 people wandering around the store as it was around 10:00 pm on a Friday night. I am walking through the middle of the open area when I feel the Kimber beginning to slide down my left ribcage. I tried clamping my elbow onto it, but that I wa slightly late and it only accelerated the speed of the fall. Crack, the Kimber hits the tile floor.
I don't even pause, but lean down, grab it off the floor, stuff it into my armpit and clamp down even as I'm walking toward the counter. My wife is standing in line. I mutter something to the effect that she should pay and meet me at the car because I'm headed outside. Of course she wants to know why, but I basically ignore her and exit. Once outside, I look back in through the windows expecting to see people pointing or something. Nothing unusual at all. No one appears to have noticed at all. I decide that either guns falling out of clothes aren't that unusual in Indiana or people really and truly are oblivious to what goes on around them.
Kimber Compact CDP, Galco Original Jackass shoulder holster, and the local Family Video store.
The wife and I had been out shopping and was headed for home when we decided to see if there were any new releases we wanted to see. To make a long story short, we had been in the video store wandering around for maybe 10 minutes when she had found what she wanted to see and let me know to meet her at the checkout counter in a minute or so. I finished looking at the title I had been looking at and headed for the counter.
Picture this: middle of the store with a reasonably large open area. Probably 15 to 20 people wandering around the store as it was around 10:00 pm on a Friday night. I am walking through the middle of the open area when I feel the Kimber beginning to slide down my left ribcage. I tried clamping my elbow onto it, but that I wa slightly late and it only accelerated the speed of the fall. Crack, the Kimber hits the tile floor.
I don't even pause, but lean down, grab it off the floor, stuff it into my armpit and clamp down even as I'm walking toward the counter. My wife is standing in line. I mutter something to the effect that she should pay and meet me at the car because I'm headed outside. Of course she wants to know why, but I basically ignore her and exit. Once outside, I look back in through the windows expecting to see people pointing or something. Nothing unusual at all. No one appears to have noticed at all. I decide that either guns falling out of clothes aren't that unusual in Indiana or people really and truly are oblivious to what goes on around them.
evan price
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Shopping for a new TV set at a Best Buy store. Sig P239 in a DeSantis "Tuck This" nylon IWB holster with a spare mag in the mag pocket that is on the side of the holster. Since the TV's are on different levels of shelves, and I want to see how many different A/V inputs the different models have, I am doing a lot of squatting, leaning, standing up, twisting, etc. movements so I can look behind the models I am considering. This model of holster has interchangeable clips held on to the holster with an allen screw. You can set the rake and tighten the screw and "supposedly" it stays tight. The problem is the holster clips to your waistband, not the belt, and if your pants are kind of floppy it won't stay put.
Well, the salesman and I are talking and as I stand up from looking at a Sony flat screen on a lower shelf, the dang holster twists, the butt of the Sig submarines under my belt. While still talking to the salesman, I try my best Rico Suave shift-and-adjust move to try to get it back where it needs to be without blowing my cover. Unfortunatley, my efforts at being smooth suceed in only making the side-heavy holster & mag combo spin all the way sideways and the spare mag drops out of the mag pocket and down my pants leg and lands on top of my boot but still under my pants leg. I managed to keep the Sig in place by clapping my hand over my right hip while pretending to be amused by whatever the salesman was saying. After what seemed an eternity the salesman finally says he'll check back in with us later. I pick up the mag, finesse the holster back in position, and pretend like nothing happened.
This early lesson taught me that good holsters are absolutely necessary.
Well, the salesman and I are talking and as I stand up from looking at a Sony flat screen on a lower shelf, the dang holster twists, the butt of the Sig submarines under my belt. While still talking to the salesman, I try my best Rico Suave shift-and-adjust move to try to get it back where it needs to be without blowing my cover. Unfortunatley, my efforts at being smooth suceed in only making the side-heavy holster & mag combo spin all the way sideways and the spare mag drops out of the mag pocket and down my pants leg and lands on top of my boot but still under my pants leg. I managed to keep the Sig in place by clapping my hand over my right hip while pretending to be amused by whatever the salesman was saying. After what seemed an eternity the salesman finally says he'll check back in with us later. I pick up the mag, finesse the holster back in position, and pretend like nothing happened.
This early lesson taught me that good holsters are absolutely necessary.
shotgunkevin
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http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=232928
Here's a thread I started a while back about my trip to the doctor's office.
Dang, I'd pretty much forgotten about that...
Here's a thread I started a while back about my trip to the doctor's office.
Dang, I'd pretty much forgotten about that...
Outlaw Man
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Great stories!
Fortunately, my most embarrassing moment wasn't too bad. Several of us were sitting at a table at the local pizza place, and I'm carrying my Browning Pro-9 in a Galco IWB holster and a spare magazine. I shifted a little in my chair and heard what, at least to me, was a very large crash on the ground below my chair. I immediately thought my gun had fallen out, and I didn't really want to draw any more attention to myself, but I also knew I couldn't just leave the gun laying there.
I looked and reached down on that side and didn't see anything and I felt the gun dig into my side a little when I bent over - the holster worked like it should. I quickly looked to the other side and saw my spare mag laying on the floor. I had shoved it into my pocket instead of getting a mag holder but left the buttplate sticking out so I could grab it quickly. It comes out a little too quickly, apparently.
I was too embarrassed to look around and see if anyone noticed, but hardly anyone at our table noticed, so I probably got by.
Fortunately, my most embarrassing moment wasn't too bad. Several of us were sitting at a table at the local pizza place, and I'm carrying my Browning Pro-9 in a Galco IWB holster and a spare magazine. I shifted a little in my chair and heard what, at least to me, was a very large crash on the ground below my chair. I immediately thought my gun had fallen out, and I didn't really want to draw any more attention to myself, but I also knew I couldn't just leave the gun laying there.
I looked and reached down on that side and didn't see anything and I felt the gun dig into my side a little when I bent over - the holster worked like it should. I quickly looked to the other side and saw my spare mag laying on the floor. I had shoved it into my pocket instead of getting a mag holder but left the buttplate sticking out so I could grab it quickly. It comes out a little too quickly, apparently.
I was too embarrassed to look around and see if anyone noticed, but hardly anyone at our table noticed, so I probably got by.
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