Originally posted by Racer X 69 Even a shoulder holster shows if the jacket fits too well.
Small guns......they work best. Fit in an ankle holster or even a high top sock with ease. That's how I carry mine. Since 99.9% of defensive encounters are at a distance of only a few feet you don't need a cannon or your AK47 to get 'er done. Not enough stopping power you say? Ever seen the exit hole from a .22 long rifle hollowpoint stinger? If you are certain they won't stop just stand in front of me and let me pump 3-4 into you....it will change your mind...instantly!
Big guns do have a deterring effect, if you are sure that is all you need, though I am hesitant to pull out a gun unless I intend to use it.
I was in Ft Worth maybe 20-25 years ago visiting a friend that owned a Black nightclub in a rough part of town. He was a lifelong friend and I was very secure in his place, never a worry, but I stopped at a convenience store a few blocks away to get a pack of cigs before I went to his club for a visit and a few games of pool....and cold beer, of course!
I was in Mrs Rupert's new Nissan Maxima and it was lookin' good! When I came out of the store there were four young men, about 14-16 standing by the car. They told me they were "jacking" my car and to hand over the keys. I was wearing a sports jacket and when I went in the store, knowing the possibilities of the area, I had my .45 tucked in my waistband......very uncomfortable...but it was only for a few minutes.
I asked the "gang leader" if they had brought a gun, and he pulled out a small knife.......to which I replied, as I pulled out the .45....
"That's too damn bad, because I brought mine." I think they are somewhere in East Ft Worth....still running!
My Black club owner friend laughed but said I should have shot every one of them....and he wasn't kidding. I could write a book about Rufus.......he killed 13 men (that they knew of) and never spent a day in jail. In every case he said the deceased "needed killing". He was a Ft Worth icon, and loved by the cops. He kept the peace and ruled the East side like a dictator. The Trinity river was about 400 feet from his club, which was just east of downtown. When a patron got unruly, Rufus would ask him when he wanted to go swimming.......everyone knew what that meant and knew he wasn't kidding.
Before I was rehabbed, we used to go squirrel hunting together...he was a damn fine shot. His wife Jimmy made the best squirrel dumplings on earth. She was a lot like Rufus, but only meaner. Those were the days......
Regards!