…On breezy days, it’s a damned good thing the little town nearest where I live is what it is, or I’d be ‘splainin’ myself to more policia.
Seems like half a dozen times this morning, usually right after an encounter with another person, I’d put my hand down and find my shirt had done this…
…and nobody ever seems to give a damn. Truth, I do the CC thing whenever practical just to be conventional and less conspicuous. But I’m not going to change out the gun and holster on a quick trip to town to replenish drinking water. So it’s a good thing nobody around here craps his or her pants at a flash of pistol, and few really seem to care at all. Issa way folks ought to be.
Totally aside from the whole OC versus CC thing, one of the things I have grown to appreciate about CC is that my commitment to conceal has caused me to develop a rather fantastic sense of clothing awareness and body movement. At least in my case, the mojo is strong enough that I don’t even remember the last time I was exposed without knowing it–but I do have a problem with momentary panics on the occasions when I do OC.
(feels bare leather) “Oh, bloody he- … ah, right.”
I figure that it probably looks just unnatural enough–me paying that much attention to the piece–that most folks won’t realize I carry all the time, and I’ll take that little advantage. (And to be fair, by “most folks” I am talking about seasoned carriers or spotters, here. The “paying attention to the piece” thing is still far too subtle for most people to notice.)
And to be clear, even though I nearly always CC myself, I’m with you that it would be nice to live in a place where it really doesn’t matter. (Where I am, it both doesn’t, and does. Which of course means it does.)
Its Arizona, Joel. We. don’t. care.
Good thing that, like me, you live where it doesn’t matter, Joel. In FL, where I have reason to go sometimes, it’s CONCEALED. If your shirt rides up & a cop, at least certain cops, see it, you can be arrested. I hear you can even be busted if you’re printing through thin pants, but that may be apocryphal.
“If your shirt rides up & a cop, at least certain cops, see it, you can be arrested.”
I used to spend a lot of time worrying about this, but I’m now old enough not to care. If I stretch for some bin in the local Home Depot, and expose a piece, it seems like almost nobody notices, and of those who do, none are concerned. One can worry too much…