Tell Me About The Bloopers You Had While Carrying

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I have had a couple of "oops" moments.

One day I was headed out the door to go to work, I had already stuck my luggage in the truck (I travel for a living), but I had to run back into the house to accomplish one last chore before leaving. So before dropping trow, I removed the P228 from my holster and set it on the back of the tank. I finish my business about the time the phone rings so I leave the house while on the phone. It wasn't until several hours later when I got to the hotel that I realized that my VMII was empty. Fortunately, I had my M&P340 in my pocket. When I got home a few days later, the Sig was waiting patiently for me on the back of the john.

The other was just a couple of weeks back, I was getting to a hotel in Dallas after a long day. I checked in, went to my room on the eighth or ninth floor, set the AC to 50f (or whatever the coldest setting was, basically, the "on" position)took my jacket off, then decided to head back to the rental/beater to go out to dinner. I didn't feel like eating much so I just drove through a fast food place and headed back to the hotel to get some sleep before the early departure. I made it to the elevator, stepped in, punched my floor number and waited for the door to close. Just as the door was closing, a non-english speaking janitor jumped in and we started to go up. A few seconds later, I can see in the reflection on the door that he is giving me this weird look, I glance at him, nod and toss out the usual pleasantries but he said nothing and kept the this weird look on his face. I turned back to the door and immediately spotted my Beretta 92 holstered IWB on my right side. The elevator stopped on my floor and upon exiting, I nodded again and said good evening. I tried to act like it was completely normal. Though I wondered about it, the police never showed up. Since it got hot again, I have gotten back into the summer carry frame of mind. Now I only carry the 340 in my pocket.




Rob
 
I picked up a charcoal smoker at a Home Depot the other day, and the guy helping me had to climb the ladder to get it down. I stepped up to help him, and as I did, my shirt popped up, revealing my P229 IWB. I was bearing the weight until he got further down the ladder, so I couldn't really cover it up. He got down and we put the smoker on a cart.

After an akward moment he said "Was that a Baby Eagle?" I said it was a Sig. He said "Oh, the hammer made it look like a Baby Eagle." I smiled and went on my way.
 
*sigh* Guilty as charged.

I had my concealed carry permit in Louisiana BEFORE "Shall Issue." Trust me, it was a big deal. I have an American Arms .22 mini revolver in my breast pocket and I had stopped to change a tire for a lady on the side of the highway. As I bend over, the damned thing clatters to the ground. I calmly put it back and carry on. She saw it and didn't say anything but I could tell she was scared witless. I felt BAD about that one. :(

Same basic time frame: I am wearing my Model 10 S&W in a vertical rig while driving some 300 miles across the state. We stop for gas, and as I exit the car, the Model 10 hits the ground. It had come unsnapped and I didn't know it. :eek:

Here lately: My wife and I are walking through Lowes and my wife is behind me. She starts tugging on the back of my leather vest and says "your vest is all puckered on one side." I blush and tell her "that's because the .380's in my inside vest pocket!" She responds "at least it's not visible through the arm-hole like the .45 is in the horizontal rig is with that vest!" :what:
 
had one last night. i went to my brothers-inlaws last night to hang out (we might we well be brothers) and i told him about my new kel-tec pf-9 i got that day.

i had just sold him my old smith .40 a few days back and he knew i had a .357 revolver i normally had on me. so he asks to see it.

so as i try to draw it uot of my front jean pocket from its pocket holster (mind you, first time i tried to draw since getting the pistol and holster) i pulled and nothing came out, because of my hand size in a fist and pistol combination it wouldn't come out. rather embarrassing, but nice to know. i now have gone through every pair of pants practicing drawing with snap caps inside for safety.
 
I am glad I'm not the only one who bangs my weapon against a door frame, chair arm, whatever.
Also glad to see that I am not the only one who has dropped a cell phone in a toilet.

john_in_wv
The same thing happened to a buddy of mine. A bunch of us went to the theater to see a flick and before the previews even came on his P3AT slid out of its pocket holster and hit the ground with a pretty distinct clatter. About 4 or 5 of us broke out into spontaneous laughter (just about all of us work in LE in some form or fashion, and all of us carry) while he slid down in his seat with a seriously embarrassed look on his face.
 
...

Only once, at my range, I went into the head, and loosened my belt, and poof, the gun and holster (open-end, small, OWB holster) hit the "padded floor".. no scratches, no damage, but the DA/SA hammer-safety worked.. (lol-kinda) and no AD.

But it burned a memory deep in my mind, and it has never happened again.


Ls
 
I am glad I'm not the only one who bangs my weapon against a door frame, chair arm, whatever.
Also glad to see that I am not the only one who has dropped a cell phone in a toilet.
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I haven't YET toileted a gun but I have drowned SEVERAL pagers. I'd pull up my pants and the damned things would fly off my belt right in the bowl. I now carry my cell phone in my pocket. Thank God I no longer carry a pager.
 
I've dropped a gun while pulling up trou and caught it before it hit the floor (I know for safety's sake I probably should have just let it fall, but it was a reflex, and it was a DA/SA with manual safety)

One day last summer I was putting my pocket pistol (NAA Guardian .380) in my shorts pocket to leave the house and my pocket seam catastrophically failed sending my gun and pocket holster down my leg onto the floor. I'm glad that one happened at home and not in a store somewhere.
 
Had a job hauling horses interstate, to include CA. Parked the rig and Eight horse trailer at a shopping center to water and hay, get some fast food and rest. While watering the horses I dropped a bucket in a horse stall, had to lean way over through a window to pick it up and my S&W 642 fell out into the stall. Going around and unloading horses to get into stall was not a option.
Had to hang upside down from the window and retrieve it. It would have been simple if it fell in the bucket of water.
Was lucky the horse was ok with the intrusion.
 
Other than the typical hug from lady-friend that quickly reveals you have a big iron on your hip...


I've dropped my 24/7 on my front porch, striker-side down, muzzle up. Twice.

Thank goodness no one was around.

First time, fumbling with keys, groceries, etc... had gun clutched in my armpit... I felt it slide out, and I dropped all the groceries and curled up with the cringe that you know you're about to get shot, and it's gonna hurt, I hope it doesn't kill me.

Well, the gun didn't go off, and I vowed never to do that again.

But, a couple months later, same situation, same result. I remember thinking, ans I cringed again that I almost deseved to shoot myself for being so stupid.

No longer tuck my gun in my armpit when carrying it back and forth from car to house. Now, it's a SIG in my waistband, in a good holster.
 
I was out rollerblading a few days back. There was really heavy wind and I was on a section of trail that cut through a wide-open field. A particularly strong gust pulled my shirt up and hey.... there's a 1911! It happened right as I was passing someone that was out running. Don't know if he noticed or not.
 
I spilled my reload (CZ PCR Compact spare magazine) on the floor of a restaurant once. Because the flooring where I was standing was wood, it made quite a clatter. I was using a pouch with a flap/snap retention and apparently (because I've not been able to duplicate the problem since) failed to fasten the snap properly. The pouch was also adjusted a little loosely for the mag. Had it remained upright there would have been no problem, but it fell out and hit the floor. I quickly scooped it up and put it in a pocket while trying to act naturally. No one seemed to notice. Fortunately the mag has good retention of the top round, or I would have had to chase a loose cartridge rolling across the floor.

Because open carry is legal here, the occasional "blooper" is unlikely to get you in trouble, but I would still rather not have any attention, good or bad.
 
Last summer I went on a camping trip with a couple of liberal greenhorns. It rained, we set up the tents, and we all climbed in one tent to hang out. As I was contorting myself around to get the raingear off in the small confines of the tent my revolver slipped halfway out of my pocket, holster and all. They asked what it was and I spoke the truth. They knew I always carry while out on the trail, but for some reason they were surprised I was carrying on that trip. They made jokes about me being a sniper.
 
Once upon a time ('90-ish), as I went into work, I left the revolver I carried at that time in my car, but forgot about the speed strip. It fell out on the shop floor. The manager wrote me up for carrying live ammo at work, with notification that if it happened again, I would be fired. I was rather annoyed. A gun, OK, but just ammo... In retrospect, he didn't seem too happy either, but his hands were tied.
 
I wasn't carrying but I was headed to the range. I walked outside with my hands full and realized my keys to the truck were inside my pocket.

I had my XD and my Bersa (both unloaded) in a plastic case in one hand and a .50 cal ammo can full of ammo and my range bag in the other. I turned around and knelt down to set them down in the grass and the next thing I know it feels like someone put me in the washer on spin cycle.

My neighbor has an English bulldog that loves me. I think the attraction is due to the amount of hot dogs I feed him when he finds his way over to my house (you wouldn't think you could fit a whole pack of Ballparks into an English bulldog, but it turns out you can). He let him out to do his business and he saw me and came screaming across the street and plowed into my back and knocked me flat.

I got up to see him running back to his house with my XD in his mouth...
 
This wasn't while "packing" I suppose but while walking through a field hunting critters a buddy of mine took a shot at a can which was in front of a tailgate. Hit the tailgate and hummed back within what had to be about 6 inches of my left ear. Needless to say it got the adrenaline pumping.
 
From the way a lot of people talk I was thinking only LEOs had "bloopers" from the way their's are talked about.
 
Man I got a hum-dinger.

About fifteen years ago, my wife got into this womens group that did a LOT of community service. Lots of Miami socialite action. They had a formal fund raiser that was held IIRC inside one of the biggest law firms in the city. Penthouse stuff. Think "The Devil's Advocate" type of law firm. There was a silent auction and dinner and all of the city brass was there: Chief of Police, Mayor, City Council, rich folks VERY rich folks and us. A pair of school teachers who happen to have HAD parents that went waaaaaaay back in this town.

The building was downtown and it had a huge parking garage that was always very dark. There'd been lots of muggings there so they got a bunch of rent a cops and updated the technology in cameras and other snoop type devices.

Typically me, I don't trust these things. The event is black tie. I've got a Tux from the days I used to be a Freemason. I was wearing a Yaqui style open top and bottom holster with a Colt Officer's model cocked and locked. Also a spare mag OWB but under the cummerbund and under the coat, of course.

The setting was totally luxurious. Especially the hardwood floors. Remember those. So the auction went extremely well and so did the "meet and greet," where I wisely kept my conservatism to myself, Miami politics being overwhelmingly liberal Democrat. A few folks asked how I spent my time away from the classroom and I replied that I ummmm TUTORED adults. They loved that.

So time came for dinner in the enormous conference room. Here's where it gets tricky. I had been doing fine concealment wise. Course I was thinner then by about 50 pounds but nobody had MADE me. Yet. I followed my bride thru the serving line and went to sit down. As I settled into that plush over stuffed executive type chair with the plush ARM RESTS I never even felt it when the muzzle of my Colt gently made contact with the armrest and began to ease itself upward as I sat. KER-PLUNK!!! That pistol hitting those hardwood floors sounded like a boulder rolling thru a church. Everybody FROZE and just stared. EVERYBODY. Chief of Police, Mayor, you name it. My wife was white as a sheet. I calmly leaned over and scooped up my baby from the floor. Checked for scratches (on the gun not the floor) and re-holstered and went about eating my Surf & Turf (Lobster & Steak). The crowd took the cue from me. But DANG I was embarrassed! I think they must have thought I was a cop or something.

Shortly thereafter, my wife developed a bad migraine. So we stood to leave. Dang if thirty folks didn't stand to go too! 15 couples. It was no coincidence. My poor wife had to hang out in the security office while I walked folks to their vehicles. See, the rent-a-cops were unarmed.

Thank goodness I had a good amount of my business cards identifying me as an NRA certified Firearms Instructor for which I can certify folks for the FL ccw. It only took a few sharp digs from a wife's elbow to convince a few hubby's that taking my class was a good idea. I handed out ALL the cards I had on me that night.

About 90 min after we left the party I recovered my very irate and in pain wife and went home. I had to give a long back rub for her to forgive me. It's always worth it.

One thing is certain: I never went near another yaqui slide holster. I still wear open top holsters but nothing that exposes the muzzle or any length of slide like that style does. Yeah I got a lot of business out of the faux pas (French for screw up) but I'd just as soon have avoided the whole incident.
 
Once I was wearing a Banana Republic vest as a cover garment. I know it's the "uniform" of the ccw! Anyway, I was at the movies with my wife (in Florida that's legal) and I got up to get some popcorn and I turned too quickly. I was carrying a spare magazine in the pocket and the pocket flared out just enough to soundly CRACK the guy seated in front of me with that loaded mag. He swore and looked at me. I apologized profusely for my cell phone. I think he must have thought that my cell phone was one of those old motorola jobs that you could hammer nails with. Oops.
 
Told this story once before. Not really a blooper, but could have been.

My son, my Taurus, and I were at a local department store. We were in the shoe department. There was one other customer and a saleswoman at the cash register.

As I was looking at some shoes I heard someone behind me and to my left say in a somewhat loud voice, “Do you have a gun?”

It startled me but I did not react. I was thinking, how in the world did he know? I slowly turned around to my left and saw a store employee (suit and tie and store badge) walking into the department.

I did not say anything, figuring that it would be best for him to continue the conversation. He walked right past me and up to the saleswoman at the cash register. He there retrieved “the gun” - one of those pistol-looking scanners they use to check price tags – and walked off to another department.

My son later told me that when he heard the man ask the question he thought, “Oh great, what’s my dad done now?”
 
ExSoldier, training shows. You improvised and overcome in a desperate situation. Congratulatons!

Despite the embarrassment, your faux pas may have done the 2A and CCW more good than anything anyone could have planned. You sure could not have "reasoned" with that bunch otherwise.
 
I wear a sport jacket / suit coat most days, and every now and then the back of my coat gets caught behind the stock of my pistol. So, the back of my jacket is up at my waist with a pistol stock protruding :eek:

One such occoasion had me at the grocery story and a pretty lady asked if I could reach an item on the top shelf for her - not just top shelf but WAY to the back of the top shelf. Had to stretch on my tippy toes to get the item and when I handed it to her she smiled and said "boom". I simply smiled back. It took me a few minutes to realize that my sport coat pivoted away from my body and the whole time she had a full view of my Kahr P40 carried IWB in a BearClaw holster.

Nuthin' like exSoldier's story ... LOL that was a good one.
 
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