Yes.

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Originally posted by BigSwede:
Ok FED dude

Don't ask, don't tell.

Yeah, one day at work I cleverly hid it in my pocket.

This was more than 5 years ago, I don't work there anymore but I'm still going to leave out some details.

The main building at work had a police station inside and metal detectors at the entrance, so I didn't carry at work. My office was a block away, but I didn't carry there because I had to go the main building everyday and I didn't want to screw up and forget about the metal detectors.

I was managing 25 people on day shift spread out over 100 acres. I hear over the radio someone has been shot. I look out the window and see people attending to someone laying in the street 60 yards away. I get on the radio and get all my people from a dozen locations into 4 locations behind locked doors, away from the scene.

I had forgotten about checking on one contractor, he wasn't on our radio network. He comes running into the office and says what the heck is going on SWAT team just kicked me out? I realize they don't know where the shooter is and they think he is still on property. I step 15 feet out the back door and get my .38 snub nose and pocket holster out of my car.

The guy I report to calls from the main building and says police want to talk to 3 of my guys they saw on video near the crime scene before the incident. It was their workplace and they were supposed to be there. I gather them up and we meetup outside the main building.

We get there and the cavalry have arrived on the street in front of the main building. I recognize the police Lt., he knows my name and who I am, and a few officers I have been working around for years. I also see another 50 officers in front of me and maybe 60 responding vehicles, city police, SWAT, bomb squad, sheriff deputies, FBI, ATF, I mean EVERYBODY.

I check in and police briefly pat down 1st guy and put him in the back seat of a squad car. 2nd guy pat down put in another squad car, car 3rd guy the same. But now I'm now sweating bullets as I have no idea how these 50 officers from various departments are going to respond and I may be face down on the concrete in 5 seconds. Officer reaches to tap my pockets with the back of his hand, and literally at the last second decides not to. He puts me in the back of a 4th squad car. I'm thanking the good lord above I don't have to explain to everyone why I have a pistol in my pocket! I mean it made sense to me, there was a murderer on the loose, but that would have been complicated to untangle. We eventually gave statements to the officers and went back to the office.

Bad guy was a disgruntled employee that murdered his boss. Then bad guy shot himself. It took about 4 hours to find the bad guy's body and at that point everyone started to calm down a bit.

you don't kiss and tell, bro.

Well, if you haven't you really haven't lived.

concealed is concealed

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Originally posted by lyman:
concealed is concealed

Nah; concealed is in the mind of the concealer. Just go to a mall.

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Originally posted by parabellum:
Anything can be a weapon. I once saw a man get his skull busted with a grilled cheese sandwich.

Must have been a little over cooked.

Yes. Carried a Beretta 950 BS in my back pocket for many years before swapping to a Taurus 85 in a fanny pack holster. I mostly worked by myself doing leak survey work in the natural gas industry. Never had to draw or use either one, but sometimes I was sure glad I had it.

You’d be amazed what you can carry about in a small USPS priority box (did you know a g19 will fit in one? I didn’t? Amazing ain’t it?)

We can't have weapons at work but we have boxcutters. Does that count?

Back in the day when we could go to meet our family at the gate, but had to pass through a metal detector, I remembered I had an empty Beretta Bobcat mag in my pocket. Serendipitously there was a potted plant nearby with that fake dirt fuzz in it. Too late to run back to the car for fear of missing the deplaning, I checked to see if anyone was around and hid the mag under the dirt in the pot. Went through the metal detector, made it to the gate, reunited with the youthful Mrs DF and casually walked back toward the parking garage. Mrs DF seemed curious when I paused at the potted fake tree and retrieved the mag. She rolleyed me and continued to the car. Hey, at least it was an empty mag.

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Originally posted by grumpy1:
Just a pencil.

That time you killed three men in a bar w/ a fucking pencil!

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Originally posted by MikeinNC:
You’d be amazed what you can carry about in a small USPS priority box (did you know a g19 will fit in one? I didn’t? Amazing ain’t it?)

small flat rate box? a 1911 will fit too

I've always thought the mind is the best weapon

Well, this one time I inadvertently brought... oh never mind.

That grilled cheese sandwich must have been from a school cafeteria!

A screwdriver is a tool, not a weapon.