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There is a related post to this asking about a good way to carry a Sig P229R...and this is why..

Since I recieved my plastic, I really hadn't been carrying per se. My Sig goes in the glove box of my car in the morning and when I get to work, it goes in a little cable attached box I got from centerofmass.com. My employer has a strict rule about firearms in the work place and only the head of global security located in Virginia can have a firearm, so I have to leave it in the parking garage.

My wife had to work that morning and wasn't around to give me lip and her usually wise cracks, so I thought I could get away with maybe trying to carry that day without too much embarrassment.

My wife works at a bank, and someone forgot their keys, so she had to go in early. She call's and asks me to bring some breakfast tacos from a local place and I say OK.

Cool...I'll go out and get the taco's and take them to the bank...and carry.

I grab the Sig, go out to get in my car...and "where's my car?" Debbie's car is here...she must have taken mine. So I hop in her car and put the Sig in the glove box and off to the BBQ place I go. Boring so far, right?

I get to the BBQ place and realize I forgot my holster. No big deal, I'll put it in the little car safe. Oh, wait, my wife's car doesn't have one.

OK, I'll put the gun in the back of my jeans, untuck my shirt, and pull it over it. I used to do that all the time...a long time...like 20 years ago...when I was still skinny and jeans where tight...and I weighed about 120 lbs less....no problem....

"How'd that work out you for ya'?" you ask. NOT TOO GOOD!

I zip out of the car and out across the parking lot...a good 100 feet or so away from my car, and all of a sudden I feel this really cold metal slide down the back of comfort fit Wranglers. During the process it has apparently caught on my whitey tighties and is pulling them down with them as the gun drops down into the crotch of my jeans.

Did I mention that the gun was cold?...I mean probably about 45 degrees cold...In the Austin area...that's fairly cold.

Did I also mention that I'm a nearly bald, 44 year old, extremely white fat guy?

The fun wasn't over either.

When the gun hit the crotch of my jeans, it's still attached to my underwear. It starts sliding down my right jeans leg. It was still cold...did I mention that?

Now my underwear is stretching down into my right jeans leg hanging on to a loaded gun, in the middle of a parking lot on a Saturday morning with lots of people coming and going. It couldn't get worse right? You would think...but alas...I have extremely bad karma.

I wasn't wearing a belt, so my jeans start to slide down, and it looks like I have a small cat going down my right pants leg. I don't really want to grab my crotch and waddle back to the car, but if I don't do something, these jeans are going to go down to half-mast and it's gonna get really ugly.

So I waddle back to the car holding my crotch with one hand and the back of my jeans with the other. When I get there, I have to get my keys out of my pocket, so I let go of my crotch. When I let go, the gun slide down to my knee and the underwear became unsnagged which made sort of a load snap. It also had the affect of getting hit in the rear with a rubber band.

And of coarse by now, the people that own the car right next to where I'm parked are walking up as I'm trying to get in my car.

I finally make in my car and the people to the left of me are in their car, but this lady is giving me a really strange look. I can't imagine why....

I undo my jeans, reposition my underwear, try to reach down my pants leg, but still can't reach the gun, which is now near my calf. So I zip back up...the lady next to me has no idea what I'm doing because it looks like I'm trying to reach the gas pedal and brakes with my hands with my head pressed up against the steering wheel.

I finally reach up my pants leg and get the gun out. I put in the glove box and just sit there for a minute.

Then I get out, adjust my clothes and head back towards the entrance. I make it about 25 feet when I see a cop walking towards me....Did I mention I have a lot of bad Karma to burn off?

Luckily he just says "CHL?" and I nod yes and start to get it out.

He waived me off and says "You might want to consider getting a holster for that thing or get a smaller gun? Nice concealment though!" and walks off.

I bought a KelTec P-3AT, but I might try the Sig again....Someday....with a holster and a belt!

You know, you don't have to learn all the lessons at one time!

I'm sure most of us have stories, but probably not that good!

foodawg wrote:There is a related post to this asking about a good way to carry a Sig P229R...and this is why..

Since I recieved my plastic, I really hadn't been carrying per se. My Sig goes in the glove box of my car in the morning and when I get to work, it goes in a little cable attached box I got from centerofmass.com. My employer has a strict rule about firearms in the work place and only the head of global security located in Virginia can have a firearm, so I have to leave it in the parking garage.

My wife had to work that morning and wasn't around to give me lip and her usually wise cracks, so I thought I could get away with maybe trying to carry that day without too much embarrassment.

My wife works at a bank, and someone forgot their keys, so she had to go in early. She call's and asks me to bring some breakfast tacos from a local place and I say OK.

Cool...I'll go out and get the taco's and take them to the bank...and carry.

I grab the Sig, go out to get in my car...and "where's my car?" Debbie's car is here...she must have taken mine. So I hop in her car and put the Sig in the glove box and off to the BBQ place I go. Boring so far, right?

I get to the BBQ place and realize I forgot my holster. No big deal, I'll put it in the little car safe. Oh, wait, my wife's car doesn't have one.

OK, I'll put the gun in the back of my jeans, untuck my shirt, and pull it over it. I used to do that all the time...a long time...like 20 years ago...when I was still skinny and jeans where tight...and I weighed about 120 lbs less....no problem....

"How'd that work out you for ya'?" you ask. NOT TOO GOOD!

I zip out of the car and out across the parking lot...a good 100 feet or so away from my car, and all of a sudden I feel this really cold metal slide down the back of comfort fit Wranglers. During the process it has apparently caught on my whitey tighties and is pulling them down with them as the gun drops down into the crotch of my jeans.

Did I mention that the gun was cold?...I mean probably about 45 degrees cold...In the Austin area...that's fairly cold.

Did I also mention that I'm a nearly bald, 44 year old, extremely white fat guy?

The fun wasn't over either.

When the gun hit the crotch of my jeans, it's still attached to my underwear. It starts sliding down my right jeans leg. It was still cold...did I mention that?

Now my underwear is stretching down into my right jeans leg hanging on to a loaded gun, in the middle of a parking lot on a Saturday morning with lots of people coming and going. It couldn't get worse right? You would think...but alas...I have extremely bad karma.

I wasn't wearing a belt, so my jeans start to slide down, and it looks like I have a small cat going down my right pants leg. I don't really want to grab my crotch and waddle back to the car, but if I don't do something, these jeans are going to go down to half-mast and it's gonna get really ugly.

So I waddle back to the car holding my crotch with one hand and the back of my jeans with the other. When I get there, I have to get my keys out of my pocket, so I let go of my crotch. When I let go, the gun slide down to my knee and the underwear became unsnagged which made sort of a load snap. It also had the affect of getting hit in the rear with a rubber band.

And of coarse by now, the people that own the car right next to where I'm parked are walking up as I'm trying to get in my car.

I finally make in my car and the people to the left of me are in their car, but this lady is giving me a really strange look. I can't imagine why....

I undo my jeans, reposition my underwear, try to reach down my pants leg, but still can't reach the gun, which is now near my calf. So I zip back up...the lady next to me has no idea what I'm doing because it looks like I'm trying to reach the gas pedal and brakes with my hands with my head pressed up against the steering wheel.

I finally reach up my pants leg and get the gun out. I put in the glove box and just sit there for a minute.

Then I get out, adjust my clothes and head back towards the entrance. I make it about 25 feet when I see a cop walking towards me....Did I mention I have a lot of bad Karma to burn off?

Luckily he just says "CHL?" and I nod yes and start to get it out.

He waived me off and says "You might want to consider getting a holster for that thing or get a smaller gun? Nice concealment though!" and walks off.

I bought a KelTec P-3AT, but I might try the Sig again....Someday....with a holster and a belt!

foodawg wrote:He waived me off and says "You might want to consider getting a holster for that thing or get a smaller gun? Nice concealment though!" and walks off.

That's a great story and a perfect example why you need a holster. And buy a second COM box for the wife's car.

Wow!! Great story! Thank you for sharing.

If you'd been down on 6th street... no one would have paid any attention to your antics/misfortune.

But...Cedar Park/Leander, yeah someones gonna notice.

Awesome! A good laugh is the best medicine... You're a good sport for sharing that one!

Jeff B.

Thanks for sharing, I had a good laugh.

I do have a firm belief that there are some things that you just take to the grave. That ones on the fence if it was me...

hilarious! I too have a P229 that I intend to carry, but with a holster

that cop must've told the story to his entire precinct station - you're probably famous now!

Dude,
Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean 7-up form a monitor? Great story though! And to quote John Connor to the Terminator..."Are we learning yet?"

Glad it all turned out ok.

Off topic question, Were you ever in VRC-50 or are you just a fan of Japenese fighting dogs?

tboesche wrote:Dude,
Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean 7-up form a monitor? Great story though! And to quote John Connor to the Terminator..."Are we learning yet?"

Glad it all turned out ok.

Off topic question, Were you ever in VRC-50 or are you just a fan of Japenese fighting dogs?

Not VRC-50. Mission specialist late 80s/early 90s. Can't really say.

COPY!

dukesean wrote:that cop must've told the story to his entire precinct station - you're probably famous now!

Infamous is more like it!

Man oh Man , You had me rolling!!!!!

That is one funny story, I would have laughed my butt off if I saw that in person.

Sorry, I know you weren't laughing at all....

I would have been sweating bullets!


Lol man still chuckling..

Were you going to Rudy's?

O that was funny. I was crying.