I only really have one(for me). Over 20 years ago, I used to provide �convoy� security for some trucks full of machineguns. When I did, I was heavily armed, but I always wore a PPK tucked inside my pants.

Well one day I went over to my girlfriends house and stayed the night (no hanky panky, we slept). I got up the next morning and forgot the PPK at her house. She brought it with her to work, to give to me at lunch. She worked at a Christian school and decided to unload it before going into work. She slipped the magazine out and figure all was well. She knew that whenever I clear a gun, I usually dry fire it, so she pointed the gun at the floorboard and pulled the trigger. BOOM!

Right through the floorboard and took out her front tire; even put a healthy dent in the steel wheel of her car. My bad!!

But the best was when a co-worker and I were working �halls and walls� as an extension of the protection detail for Governor Pete Wilson. We were brought in to provide perimeter security for a big event at the Sacramento Community center. We were walking the halls and he had to use the restroom, and so did I. He walked into the stall while I walked up to the urinal. Before I even started, I hear a ker-plunk-splah. You guessed it, his brand new pistol went right into the porcelain price.

I carry a J-frame on a clip-draw. While dropping trou in a bathroom stall I lost control of the piece and it landed hammer first on the tile floor. That hammer block thingie works real well, let me tell you.

Didn't even notice for a couple days that a piece of the MIM hammer spur had chipped off from the impact! Gun still worked fine but didn't look so hot. Now I have a bobbed hammer Model 60. And I'm really careful when I drop my pants.

Are they MIM too?

Actually, your post reminds me of why I always carried a backup gun when I was doing executive protection. If by chance I dropped my 1911 or Hi Power and managed to break the sear, it's out of commission. So my S&W 442 would then become my primary for the rest of the day.

On one of the gun forums, someone has a script that says: The two loudest sounds that you will ever hear is a click when you expect a bang and a bang when you expect a click.

Ya got me!

That is FUNNY no matter who you are!

I manged to "lose" my Colt 1908 vest pocket .25 out of an ankle holster trying to out run the rain one day, that thing skidded like a hockey puck for almost 50 yards across an asphalt parking lot! Naturally it ended up in the geometric center of a low slung sports car and I got soaking wet retrieving it.

Not yet, but several almosts.

While working security at Grumman Aerospace back in the 1980s, though I had a carry permit, I was not authorized to carry on the job. Back then, IWB holsters were hardly more than a leather sack with a clip. I was carrying a Model 60 IWB. It was the night shift (relieved at 8:00 AM). Early on, I shared the building with the janatorial crew, though. Anyway, I was sitting down and leaning back on a folding chair, the kind with the lower part of the back non-existent, and just as the cleaning crew was approaching me from the rear, my 60 popped out of the piece of crap IWB holster and fell to the floor behind me. I quickly grabbed it up and stuck it in a paper bag till they left. I don't think they were wise to it. Never wore that holster again. Thank God for the modern IWB systems they have now.

The best story I've heard comes from a co-worker. A few years back, while on a road trip, he HAD to stop at a rest area RIGHT NOW. He hurried in, picked a nasty looking stall, and dropped his britches. When he did so, his G27 came out of it's holster, slid under the stall door and into the general area near the entrance to the restroom. There was a guy at the sink with his back turned at the time. My buddy KNEW he had to get his gun back ASAP, so he did a Pete Rose under the stall door (with pants still down) and grabbed his Glock. I'm SO glad that's his story and not mine!

Hmmm....

Well, this one happened at a casino at Lake Tahoe:

A couple of Douglas County deputies went into a casino buffet at mealtime. One of them sat down, and somehow is firearm and holster got twisted under his butt in such a way as to cause the firearm to discharge (don't ask me how!).

The deputy didn't know if he was shot or not... just got the full nasty effect of the recoil. So he and his buddy decamped to the men's room for a buttock inspection.

Of course, the gun was too heavy to conveniently leave in the holster while the injured deputy got his inspection. So he's standing there with his pants and shorts around his ankles, his gun in both hands pointed at the ceiling, and his buddy inspecting for buttock damage.

Just then a couple of tourists walk in.

Without missing a beat, the injured deputy turned to his friend and said, "kiss it."

Wonder what story the tourists told when they got home?

My wife left in a hurry a few years ago when a family member was in the ER a couple of hours away from here. Going into an urban area, she carried her model 36 loose in her purse. (Yes, I've "advised" her on this issue, yes she knew better.) When she arrived at the family member's bedside in the ER she set her purse on the floor, the revolver came out and when sliding across the floor and under a partition to the next cubicle. She ducked around the partition, grabbed her gun, told the patient there "Sorry about that," and returned it too her purse. All the time our daughter sat there wide-eyed and fish mouthed.

My story happened almost ten years ago, shortly after I got into law enforcement.

I was shopping for an ankle holster to go with my S&W 642, and after reading some good things about them in gun magazines, selected a Renegade Model 50. The nice man who took my order tried to talk me into the Model 55 with a retention strap, but I stuck to my guns and insisted on the ol' 50, which relied on the elastic nylon of the holster to keep the gun snugly in place.

After I got the holster I ran around my apartment at full tilt up and down the hallway and did jumping jacks, etc. to satisfy myself the gun wasn't going anywhere. Seemed to work like a charm! I put the rig on and started using it at work.

One day not too long after, I had cause to chase a suspect. The chase led to my catching the suspect( a CRAZY woman, too bad for the story, would be cooler if it had been a guy the size of a linebacker) and then fighting like hell for what seemed like an eternity but was probably a minute. Finally got cuffs on the crazy broad (crazy people, even women I've found, often seem to have the strength of five people when you're scrapping with them) and stuffed her in the car while I leaned against the side of the door, panting.

A nice gentleman came up and asked if I was okay.

"Sure...(gasping for breath), I'm fine."

His next words chilled my blood, "Officer, whose gun is that there?"

Lying about five feet from the car, where we'd been rolling around on the ground, was my pet 642.

Needless to say, I had a retention strap sewn into my Renegade Model 50 before I carried the rig on duty again. Been a good holster ever since. Lesson learned.

The 642 had a good case of "street rash" grind marks on the cylinder, but my smith was able to buff out almost all traces of the episode- from the gun. It remains vivid in my memory!


Here's the 642 that will live in infamy...

This isn't a gaffe, but kinda related. I was at a private gun auction and checking out a holster for a 1911. One of the guys manning this particular table handed me a pistol so I could try the set-up on. I pulled my jacket back and whoops, I was already armed with a S&W M37 behind the hip.

I unholstered and unloaded the M37, and took the holster off. While I was getting set up with the 1911, the guy asks if he could try on the M37. "Sure" I say. Whoops, he's already armed too, so he starts dismantling his rig. Sure enough, a third guy wants to try that rig. I ended up trying that rig also.

Later on I couldn't shake the feeling I was packing the wrong gun. I had to check out the men's room mirror to see what I had.

I have the Renegade 55...no stories to tell.

I've just seen photos of Renegade's stuff and while they look good, I have a mutated gene that prevents me from buying holsters sight unseen. The mutation was caused by the fumes eminating from dozens of unused holsters...

Back when I worked dope. Getting ready to do a deal with a guy I'm meeting at a bar, with someone who had bragged to the snitch he'd done many robberies on deals in the past. So, I carried on that deal (usually didn't). Had a little Beretta .380 stuffed deep down the front of my jeans as a little additional insurance in case something did go to chit, and the cover team couldn't get to me in time.

So, I'm sitting at the bar with a beer waiting for this guy to show, and this old wrinkled drunk broad, a bar regular, is making rounds trying to get the guys to buy her a drink. She gets to me, with her vodka/cigarette breath, and goes to start hanging on me asking for a drink. In the process she goes to grab my junk to try and cooerce a drink (or something else ) outta me. The look of suprise on her face was pricless. I'm waiting for her to blurt out "Why you carrying a gun?", and then she says loud as can be "Ooohh, you are happy to see me aren't you!". My partner and I about pissed ourselves over that one.

I just thank god she didn't go in with a squeeze instead of a rub and settin' the damn gun off!

That was no lady ... That was a man, baby!!

LMAO... 'There oughta be a law'...




Actually, I did my first CC gaffe lust last Saturday.. I was heading into the Shot Paul/Murderapolis area and normally carry one of two handguns.. For some reason I decided to use my Kimber instead..

Long story short, when I got back home and took off the unit, I found out I forgot to load the magazine; gun had NO ammo at all!.. I carried a totally worthless handgun around all day... What a moron.....

We had a deputy here (AND NO! IT WAS NOT ME!) that didn't reload his service revolver after cleaning it at a quarterly qualification, good thing we were a really quiet jurisdiction in them days, he didn't realize it till the next qualification. HE CARRIED IT FOR 3 MONTHS EMPTY!!!!!!

Sheesh, guys, I'm feeling a little wounded with this "moron" talk. I carry an unloaded handgun quite often...

John Farnam did training for the New York Police Department back in the '80's. He began by reviewing their current policies and procedures. There were very strict rules and penalties concerning loaded firearms (when they can be loaded, when they should be unloaded, etc.) He found that the constant loading and unloading caused a whole lot more ND's than should be. But the scary part was this: At the time, NYPD had 40,000 officers and at any time, over 3,000 were walking around with UNLOADED weapons.

Oh Redneck -

I used to keep my 4" Anaconda loaded with .44 Special Silvertips as my house gun. After sitting for well over a month, I took it out only to discover that it had a broken firing pin. Only went click (something about the loudest sound??).

That would be mildly disconcerting to say the least!

I can raise my hand and confess to a bathroom stall "clatter" from my Hungarian PA-63 in 9 Mak. I departed one of those nylon sack IWB pieces of trash the moment my pants passed my knees. Lucky it didn't splash! Finally found a molded nylon holster for it (hardly anybody makes ANYthing for 'em) but still draw it and place it somewhere before I unfasten my belt!

BTW, back when public toilets still had flush levers, I used to hang it by the trigger guard over the lever - hard to forget it that way. These days, there simply IS no good place to put it while I'm on a sit-down mission. I've hung it on the coat hook when there is one, but if there isn't...

Sure it's not.

I carry a J frame S&W in my front pocket as a backup...plus many times becuase of my attire I can't really wear a belt etc....so then it's the primary.

On more than one occasion while paying for something I'll dig thru my pockets looking for cash/keys/change and pulled out the pistol in it's little half holster and laid it on a counter top.

Nobody has said anything yet...but I live out in the sticks.

The worst one I know didn't happen to me but someone I know. This was way way back before CCW laws and permits. You just carried if you wanted for the most part. Anyway he went to the beach and had a gun in the small of his back. I'm not even sure what type of pistol he had.

Anyway he walked by a group of guys on the beach and they were hassling him and threatening him and his S/O. He passes them and one of them chunks a beer bottle at him.

He reached around to secure his firearm. He said he was just going to grab it and leave it there just in case.

A shot rang out and he got shot in the ass. He drew down on the group and they scattered quick. Beach patrol came and took him to the hospital. Minor wound.

Turns out he shot himself in the ass.

A TRUE understatement... LMAO...

This is a great reminder to take all one's handguns out once in a while and ensure everything functions correctly.. Punching a lot of holes in paper can be fun anyway, so why not do it??

Soon as my workload eases a bit by next weekend, I'll be firing all of 'em...

THANK THE LORD I have never shot myself, hearing stories like that is what keeps me on my toes.

And it keeps your toes on you!

Ditto on the bathroom stall "clatter". The pistol slid into the next stall and was kicked back to mine.

What, no stories about your pistol sliding down the crack of your ass and snaking down a pant leg while you are standing in a crowd? Naw, that would NEVER happen. At least, not again.

Back in the day I tended bar for extra cash (baby needs a new pair of shoes). It was a pretty tough working class bar and a few times during fights a handgun would go skittering across the floor. I never saw a handgun drawn in the place or worried about it - bar fights back then were more straight-up than now.

At least once a week some guy digging in his pockets for change would plop a handful of coins and loose cartridges on the bar. I'd pick through the change and .45 ACP to come up with enough money for another shot of Jim Beam. I never thought anything of it back then.

Ummm, well, now that you mention it, Bend...there was that time at a posh Junior League fund raiser that a certain little .22 semi-auto raced down the Boxer Highway and took the pants leg exit to Shreikville.

I don't think we were ever asked back, though. So there's good news in everything, huh?

Not a CCW gaffe.....nevertheless....

The local gun range (where I am a paid member) works with the county sheriff and often closes down so LE can hold qualifications, etc.... The club posts the dates in advance, along with the time the range will reopen. One such day was held last spring, and the range was supposed to re-open at 12 noon. I arrived shortly thereafter and began hauling my range bag and a double gun case to the benches. LE was down range, gathered around the 50 yard berm, so naturally I did not uncase a rifle, merely waited for them to finish up. One of the deputies noticed me, and trotted over to let me know they were finishing up. As he was running, holster flopping, his duty gun came out of the holster, and dropped in the mud (it was a rainy, damp weekend). I was unable to suppress grinning the entire time they were there.

Yeah, but did the bullet fall out of his shirt pocket?

Dood - That was you??

Yep!

Thanks for not making me do the floor crawl.

They'll never let Barney Fife rest in peace, will they?



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLsg0EvZozI

no wonder those guys scattered!


a man that's mean enough to shoot himself in his own azz as a warning shot ain't to be trifled with, you just know he'll have no compunction about shootin yer azz!


is some good stories boys I'm enjoying them

tks KG for getting this ball rollin

I wish I would go to the mens room and someone would come in and drop a gun and it slide around.

I'd pick it up and yell at the top of my lungs. FINDERS KEPERS!

And if memory serves me right after that episode Andy took away all of Barnie's bullets and they wouldn't let Barney carry a loaded gun anymore.

It wasn't Conceal Carry or a hand gun for someone I know who will remain nameless, it was an International Arms spring loaded semi auto 12 Gage that went off in a guard shack blowing a hole in the door. It seems that every now and then the firing pin would stick in the forward position and when you released the bolt said shotgun would unexpectedly lite off a round.

Luckily no one was standing outside the door or infront of the shotgun as it sure scared the living you know what out of the occupants of the guard shack.

I personally know the owner of said shotgun and can attest to the fact he no longer owns said shot as he disposed of it soon after that incident. It stil gives the shakes just thinking about and the incident happened forty years ago.

He was allowed to carry only one bullet after that, and it had to be kept in his shirt pocket.

My story is not quite as entertaining as some already related. But it was interesting at the time, about fifteen years ago.

My buddy and I had trailered my tractor and a couple of implements over to Caldwell Id. to corrugate the pasture and clean the ditches on his Dad's acreage.

We took a well deserved break about mid afternoon and ran down to the local 7-11 for a couple of big gulps and some snacks. I noticed a few strange sideways looks from the other customers in the store, and saw that all the other customers left the premises rather quickly.

I did not understand why the other customers appeared nervous, until my pard stepped in front of me at the cash register. He always carried a full size Glock 9mm tucked into his jeans, sans holster, at the small of his back. That is when I noticed his T-shirt had ridden up against the seat of the pickup, and wedged itself between the Glock and his back.

I simply grabbed his T-shirt and dropped it back into place over the pistol. So the story ends rather anticlimactically.

Many years ago.... thirty plus as a matter of fact I was a cop in central NJ. After afternoon shift many of the local cops went to one certain bar/dance hall/supper club to socialize and have a few drinks.

One Friday evening three of the local badasses come in and long story short they get in a fight with a couple of off duty Officers. Only a few punches were thrown it was primarily guys holding other guys back. In the scuffle SEVERAL handguns hit the deck. The local guys were called and picked up the three guys and were takiing the report.

One of the Barmaids comes waltzing out to the group with SEVERAL snubbies and a pair of PPK Walthers on a beer tray with a towel over it. She removes the towel and immediately EVERYONE reaches to see WHERE their off duty IS.

I had a 2" M-60 in a safariland clamshell type of shoulder holster. Reach for my gun...GONE!! I very happily find it on the tray. I NEVER EVER again in thirty two years of LE lost another gun out of a holster. Or carried an OD in a less than secure holster.

FN in MT