Horror Story on Yaqui Slide
CombatEffective said:
I'm looking at a couple of holsters from Hume. I can't tell from the pics if there is a front sight rail in these two particular models. It doesn't appear that there is, and I am concerned about the front sight snagging on the holster when drawing as they are both open top/bottom holsters like a Yaquis.
What say the good folks here?
http://www.donhume.com/Products/ProductsPage.cfm?ProductID=33
http://www.donhume.com/Products/ProductsPage.cfm?ProductID=53
I have a maximum embarrassing moment that I think I may have repeated here before. About ten years ago, I went with my wife to this formal event a fund raiser her civic group was doing with the "society set" of Miami Florida (our home). I mean, the mayor was there, the chief of police, a couple of congresscritters, Mickey Arison (owner of Carnival Cruise Lines) and a ton of other high rollers. So it's in the huge downtown office building in a meeting hall for a law firm (takes up the whole floor) Parking is the first five floors of the building.
I decide to carry my Colt Officer's model 45 in a YAQUI SLIDE HOLSTER. Things go great until DINNER. Then I'm sitting down in a chair with arms. I gracefully plug my big ugly butt into this seat and the muzzle of the 45 hits the arm of the chair and just as gracefully the gun smoothly exits the holster and hits the HARDWOOD FLOOR with a loud T-H-U-N-K!!! Everybody in the room turned to STARE. I ignored them all, picked up the weapon, insured it was still on "safe" and reholstered. Started eating. Just like in the movies when a gunfight took place in an old west saloon, when the smoke clears the music starts and the conversations resume. So it was this time. Nobody said a word.
But I noticed at the end of the evening, when my wife grew tired and we made our excuses, about thirty couples decided to leave too. My poor wife spent the next 90 minutes in the security office while I escorted various couples to their cars! As soon as the women found out I was an instructor, they invariably gave hubby a dig in the ribs which led to an awkward request for one of my business cards. My poor feet felt like they'd re-entered the INFANTRY.
I haven't worn a yaqui slide since.