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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.....