I can relate…kauboy wrote:Well, I haven't gone out uncovered yet, but today I did forget my gun. Every morning I get dressed, slip on my IWB, clip on my scanner(Christmas gift, so addicting) and retrieve my gun from the bedside. Well this morning, all was going well. I got dressed, screwed up my usual order and grabbed the gun first, tossed it on the bed when I realized I didn't have my holster on yet. I put the holster at 5:30 and clipped on the scanner right next to it. Fixed the hair, ate breakfast, told the wife I loved her, and headed out the door. I got about 30min down the road and got a phone call. It was the wife.
"How do you put the safety on again?"
"Uh... what?"
"The safety, how do you put it on?"
"On what?" (knowing that she couldn't be referring to the gun on my hip)
"Your gun, duh."
"I FORGOT MY GUN???"
Immediately I reached around, as we all would, and felt noting but a gaping empty piece of kydex.
I was floored. I couldn't believe it. So I told her to flip the switch, as I had told her many times before when I didn't have my CHL and left it out, and she said, "Ok, have a good day. Love you." She's so good to me.
Man, typing this now at work, I can't help but pray that I don't need it today. You know that feeling? Its scary.
It was about a week before Xmas, and I was planning on doing some morning chores. I had just received a new holster the previous day and wanted to check it out, so I took my weapon out, set it on the kitchen table, and swapped holsters. I then got sidetracked on something, and you guessed it, forgot to put the gun back in the holster.
Well I went outside, got on the tractor and started the chores. I fed the heifers, took care of the horses, doctored the two sick bovines, and then went to finish some dam repairs on the water tank. All the time I was thinking this new holster is so comfortable I didn’t even feel like I was carrying…
I get off the tractor to open a gate to head back to the barn, and went to adjust my belt. That’s when I noticed the holster was empty!
Now I didn’t realize I had left it on the table, I thought the weapon must have fallen out during my chores. I hot footed it around to all the places I had been (which were a lot), but no luck. About this time I’m getting very nervous…is it buried in the mud of the cattle pens? Did I entomb it in the tank dam? Is it somewhere in the fields pushed into the ground by the tractor tires?After quite a long time of futile searching, I decide to go back to the house and go purchase a metal detector to find the Glock. When I walk in the house, I see the Glock sitting on the table, perfectly fine (and I’m sure laughing at me).
In over thirty years of carrying, I’ve never done anything this stupid before…
