Embarssing Moment.........I got made
As I shared, about two weeks ago I got my CCW. I have practically been carrying every waking moment since then.
One of the places I frequent is our local Police Department. I have some long time friends and some shooting buddies that I go down and visit at least once a week when they are working, usually to take them dinner or dessert or for the monthly ride-along, but on this occasion just to shoot the bull (no pun intended).
As I suspect is the case for most who get their permit, I have been paranoid-like in checking to make sure I am not printing or showing the bottom of the gun. Everyday, though, I have gotten more and more comfortable with both carrying and keeping concealed, unfortunately as you will see, I got a little complacent on the concealed part.
So it is Wednesday evening and I find myself sitting in the dispatch center chatting with one dispatcher and two officers. One of the officers (actually she is a Sergeant and the OIC at the moment) is a lifelong friend, in fact she is more like a sister than a friend. She is one of the few that has a key to my house, so it is safe to say we are close and she knows I carry.
The 2nd officer is someone I would call a friend but nothing like the Sergeant. The 2nd officer decides to sit down in the chair sitting next to me on my strong side. About five minutes after he sits down I feel a quick slap on my side (the slap was non-threatening, yet I still found myself moving my arm to retain the weapon, a reaction I have been practicing since I applied for the CCW and I am thrilled that instinct took over and did as I trained here) and a "What's this?" coming from the Officer.
The Sergeant said I turned about 3 shades of red when I looked up from what I was reading. Of course the 2nd Officer appreciates fine weaponry so we went to the armory so I could unholster/unload and let him appreciate my weapon.
I learned a few things Wed. night but I was embarrased all night. 1) I decided to wear an older sweater that night that I thought fit pretty loose, and it did until I sat down and leaned over a table to read. I have to be a little more thorough in choosing the right clothing and 2) Darn the butts of these full size 1911's are long. What hides well standing up doesn't necessarily hide well sitting down. And finally, complacency has a way of sneaking up on you.
I moved the holster from 4 o'clock to 3 o'clock and the problem was solved. A cheap lesson learned and I am glad it was among friends.