Tell Me About The Bloopers You Had While Carrying

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What was the worst experince you have had while packing? I am talking of blooper type things like when my S&W mod 60 slide out from my trouser cuff when the ankle holster gave up the ghost! The rig was a Desantis ankle holster and it looked FINE when I strapped it on. The little "buckle" for lack of a better word , that you feed the velcro fitted strap through, actually just broke in two! Anyway I was at a restaurant with the girlfriend, (now wife) yeah she actually did marry me after this, and the rig with the gun strapped in it was under the table! It was a rather dark place and the table clothes were of a decent length. All I know is that I was glad that there were cloth napkins. I subtly dropped my napkin over the gun and as I was about to retrieve my now napkin covered gun the waitress came to the table and asked "will you be having dessert this evening" ! Anyway the gun was quickly put Mexican style into my waistband. The now wife put the remains of the holster into her handbag. I got a new ankle rig for free. It was a good thing I was not running! lol .
 
Well, I was reholstering my weapon once, and I shot myself in the leg...

Oh, wait... no. That was when I was having one of my Glock dreams. :)

Today was my first day carrying, so I haven't had any time for "bloopers" yet. I sincerely hope I don't have any bloopers in the future, either. Seems like a blooper with a carry weapon could easily go from "ha ha" to "uh oh."
 
I've had two bloopers in broad daylight, and one indoors.

The first was while running to make my telephone payment right at closing, and my Colt GM popped out of the holster at the small of my back and slid right towards a guy & a gal who were having a very intense conversation. Stunned, they stopped talking and just gawked. I spun around & picked it up, ran into the telephone company & dropped of the payment, and ran back to my car. They were still stunned & gawking!!

The second time, I was sitting in a nylon webbed chair outside at a restaraunt for lunch with an AMT Back-Up in my back pocket. I kept scrunching around to get comfortable and the webbing caused the pistol to work its way up & out of my pocket and clatter onto the concrete. As no one seemed to notice, I simply wiped my hands & mouth and got up & picked it up & returned it to my pocket as if nothing happened, then sat back down to finish my lunch. I did, however, sit very still for the remainder of lunch.

Then once inside Church, a guy I hadn't seen in a while shook my hand and placed his other hand on my hip, and right onto my pistol. After Church, I run into him at a restaraunt and he asks me "What was that I felt on your side?" I said "Oh, this" and opened the other side of my jacket and showed him my Leatherman in a holster. It never dawned on him that it was the wrong side!

Sam
 
Two....
Had a very friendly lady friend grab me around the waist one day... she actually had the class to ask..."Is that a gun in your pocket or ...."

Second was realizing that while driving in my truck I somehow cocked my S&W M19 while it was in the holster....realized while pulling my wallet out of back pocket and sort of felt the hammer pulled back with my forearm. Just about dirtied myself right there at the ATM machine. Nobody around... slipped it out, let the hammer down and reholstered. Went home and changed to the CZ. I made sure to never carry a revolver again in a holster without a retention strap the goes around the hammer.
 
I got two good ones. Once riding a skateboard I hit a rock that jammed a wheel. Needless to say the skateboard stopped and I kept going. I landed on the pavement and my pocket pistol flew out of my pocket and landed about ten feet away from me. I looked around and luckily nobody saw the pistol on the ground so I went and picked it up and walked away with my skateboard. It wasn't even scratched.

One day I was doing the Mexican carry and had to go to into a public restroom. Stood in front of the urinal, unzipped my fly. Pants loosened just enough and pistol slid down my waist and down the inside of my pant leg. I grabbed the bottom of my pant leg before it fell out. The fellow in the urinal next to me just looked out me like I was kind of weirdo but I had to hold my pant leg until he left. I told him I had a cramp.
 
Okay, here's my pair.
I used to carry a little Keltec P32 in the watch pocket of my jeans. One day as I was getting out of the car to go into a resturant somehow the seat belt caught it and sent it flying to the pavement. Then when I was reaching down to pick it up my foot pulled a Buster Keaton and I kicked the danged thing all the way across the parking lot.

Then there was the day I went to pick up my check at work with my 1911 in an IWB holster. I was walking out and right in front of the day surgery waiting area where a few dozen people were sitting, I sneezed. The button on my pants flew down the hall and my pants, with 1911 in tow, dropped to my knees. I think everyone was so busy laughing they didn't notice that I grabbed the gun to hike my pants back up with.
 
I had my M&P 40 in my Smart carry one day while going to the quick_e_mart,
upon leaving the store my pistol started to make its way down my left leg,
needless to say I had missed the smart carry holster in the hurry to get out of the house and was actually just doing a Mexican carry. the worst part was to keep it from going down my pants I had a good hold of my crotch on the way back to my car with several folks looking at me oddly.
I have always made sure of the carry before leaving the house since.
 
I'm already a wide load and adding those extra centimeters to my side don't help me go through doorways any easier. So far my only bloopers have been the solid THUNK of my gun hitting a door jamb or once a refrigderator in a customers home. Also sitting in wood chairs that have arms is a bit of a hassle. To the point where I'll ask a server if I can get a unarmed (HAH!) chair in a restaurant.
 
the ultimate walmart snaffu...

OK this wasn't me it was one of my best friends and I was with him at wally world. I stayed in sporting goods looking at guns and ammo and what-not. He proclaims a pitstop at the restroom warranted and goes off to take care of business. Five minutes later he comes back in a flurry of whispering something about the bathroom and accident and dropped on the floor and mopping. I was all agrin...I was for some reasoon sure he was trying to explain he had crapped himself or something as he was seriously destraught and couldn't even slow down enough for me to understand what he was saying other than we needed to leave NOW. So we walk back out to the car and get in and he explains...

Seems he REALLY had to go and needed a stall. The rear of wally bathroom was the nearest one so while noting the orange safety cone and mop bucket and open door to ladys room he went right past the thing and in to business. He heard behind him as he closed the stall door the guy wheeling the mop bucket into mens room and starting to mop. He leans over to drop seat and a Ruger P89 that was stashed in an inside coat pocket that he had duct taped up (he was very proud of this carry method even though I had assured him it probably wasn't the best choice) well...pocket and duct tape renforcement be danged if it didn't get free and bounce about twice and slideout of the stall and aprox. 5-7 feet across the tile floor after that. Enter sound of mop hitting floor and guy running out the door. Enter bud running up to me in sporting goods REALLY insistent that we leave right now-LOL

I teased him for months that we could never go back to that wally world as security probably had stills off the security camera posted for all the agents to memorize-LOL He got a decent IWB holster after that. No mop toting flunkies got injured in the making of this story. Names have been omitted or changed to protect the guilty!
 
I know a guy who actually shot himself in the leg while cleaning a 1911. I used to think that the old "I was cleaning my gun and it went off" thing was an urban legend, since any gun has to be unloaded to clean it properly. Obviously, I underestimated the power of stupidity.
 
my partner and i had been sent to monahans, texas, to pick up a guy being held in the justice center on one of my warrants. the guy was a paper hanger so we were pretty relaxed with him and let him come in with us to eat when we stopped at restuarants, giving him the usual speech of if he ran he would be shot and if he survived that he would be charged with evading. all was well until in a whataburger in abilene my model 60 decided to quit my bianchi shoulder rig. we were in line with a couple of other customers as the revolver slid across the tile to stop right at my prisoners feet. my prisoner started to bend over to pick it up, i being out of position to reach the gun before he got to it dove across the gap shoving him away. my partner comes out of the restroom in time to see me pinning the prisoner, pulls his gun and starts warning the prisoner to stop resisting, using language, us cops learn in the movies. my partner cuffs the guy and i get my gun re-holstered and snapped this time. the cashier and customers had all taken cover and i doubt any knew what had occured. the prisoner is hustled out to the car, yelling at the top of his lungs he had not done anything. he told me after we got back on the road he had seen the gun fall and without thinking had reached to pick it up just as if i had dropped a pen. i'm guessing he was telling the truth, but sometimes it better to shoot first.
 
Having breakfast at my usual restaurant was when one of the waitresses discovered my ccw. I was at the end stool at the counter and carrying owb under my lined flannel shirt-jacket(usual winter get-up for me). She was coming from the tables to put in an order at the cook's window. She cut the corner a little tight and hit her forearm on the butt of the m&p40c which was extended out just a little because of my sitting on a stool. She looked a little shocked at first but because I am a regular customer, she was being kinda cool with her remark---"why you old fa*t, what was that hard thing I just ran into?" I replied, " you're right, sweetie, I am old and if you'll notice the smile on my face, that should explain it!";);)
 
The most embarassing thing that i had happen to me was I went through the entire day carrying and then I came home, was getting undressed, placed my gun on the table and my wife noticed.... It wasn't loaded.... blonde moment I guess.
 
Throwing things away at the city dump I had my nylon mag carrier's strap break on my off side. It broke at the top so the mag carrier flipped upside down and deposited a loaded mag with a clatter at my feet. A few people looking at me strangely; I said "cheap issue crap" and picked it up and put it in my pocket.

jw
 
Dropped my Seecamp, or rather it fell out of my IWB holster, in a Lowes one day and I kicked it across the floor. If anyone noticed, I couldn't tell. Last day I used that piece of crap Uncle Mikes.
 
Last year I was getting ready to go put out signs at polling locations on the night before elections. I needed a car charger for my iPhone and I was in a hurry. I got to the store just a few miunutes after they locked the doors.

The guy working was inside with his GF and I guess he took pity on me since he let unlocked the door to let me in. I went strait to teh shelf I needed and grabbed the charger. When I turned around both the guy working and his girlfriend were staring at me and had turned a bit pale.

The guy asked if I was a Cop. I said no and asked why he would this so. His reply was; your gun is showing.

Well I was carrying a G17 in a Horizonatal SoB holster. my jacket had rode up and was caught between the grip and my back so the gun was on display for all to see. I covered it up quickly and apologised to the guy. I don't think it would have been as big of a deal but I was in the store after closing and he probably was a bit worried since I was dressed pretty rough that night.
 
Sat down in a pew at church, and my Browning Hi-Power made quite a loud metal-on-wood THUNK! Good thing the pastor knew already...

Also at church, a little boy ran up to me to give me a hug, but his forehead smacked into the same Hi-Power. He had quite a bruise. That was an interesting day.

Standing in line at Ted Drewe's (custard place, always very long, crowded lines) a lady squeezed past me but her purse strap caught under the grip of my holstered Hi-Power. She kept looking at me trying to figure out what had snagged her purse.
 
A few years ago I dropped my friend off at the salvage yard in a pretty shady part of town to pick up parts for his truck. I took off to run errands.

He finished before I got back and waited across the street from the yard sitting on the curb. A bum walked by on the sidewalk behind him pushing his shopping cart. The bum whispered as he walked by, "Hey did you drop something?" My friend turned around to see his snubbie, which had been in his back pocket, lying there in the dirt a couple of feet away.

He'd been sitting there for over fifteen minutes with people walking on the sidewalk behind him the whole time. LAPD had driven by a few times too.

:D Lucky, or what?

rd
 
I was trail riding (dirtbike) w/ some friends of mine (one of which didn't know I CCW) and turfed it pretty good. I stand up and dust myself off and see my G27 in the dust. I could barely see it as it was sitting in real loose dirt, and w/ all the lube the dust stuck to it. Pretty embarrassing, and I'm glad I actually saw it, or I'd never see that gun again.
 
How come nobody fesses up to dropping their gun in the toilet. We have one of these threads every other month and not one person has yet to fess up to dropping their piece in the crapper.

I KNOW someone here has done it.
 
Nothing in nearly 5 years of carrying concealed. and you don't want to do that up here in CT...
If someone reports you, they will more than likely yank your permit even though there is no law against open carry... They just sort of make up charges.
 
To drift OT a bit: Never toileted a gun, but last spring my cell phone popped out of its belt clip by some strange fluke of nature and landed square in the john. (Fortunately this was before I'd used the john and was at home. Thought I'd killed it, but set it in a sunny spot and after two days it worked reliably again. The battery started acting up a couple of weeks later, but after that was replaced -no more problems.)
 
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