Glock + Holster meets grass
Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:37 am
So I was walking with my fiance and her friend who works at our apartment complex late one night (pitch dark outside). When we made it to the front gate, we saw this car that looked like it wanted to approach us, but wasn't quite sure. At this point I am on high alert. Finally it approaches us. The lady rolls down her window and asks us if we have seen a beagle (dog) running around. We told her no. She then told us there was a Beagle running around that she almost just ran over....
Long story short, the friend who worked at the apartment said that a fellow employee was currently in search for their missing beagle. So of course we go on the hunt, and the lady leaves.
Finally I spot the dog, and we all go running off trying to catch it. As we close in on it, of course it runs into a gated community across the street. So we look for an entrance though the gate, and are unsuccessful. So I get the bright idea to try to jump it, while carrying my Glock 26 with it's IWB clip on holster. Lucky the girls had gone on and I was by my self at this point.
So I attempt to jump the fence.... at which point the gun and holster fall out of my pants, and land on the grass.
To draw a picture for you; here I am up on a fence trying to get my fat but to the other side, there was about a 3 foot patch of grass under me, leading to a side walk, then another 3 foot patch of grass, then a semi busy road way. I looked up and saw several cars approaching. Also, from that direction (about two good rock throws away) was the city police station. Naturally, the road is heavily traveled by the police. The street made a slight curve where I was, which would shine any passing by car's head lights at me, drawing attention to me.
I look up and see a stamped of cars coming. I quickly jumped down, and covered the Glock with my feet, and innocently stand there as if I was waiting on a bus, or smoking a cigarette or something. After all the cars passed, I quickly looked around to see no one looking at me, and quickly fit the rig in my pocket. Whewww!
I guess I am most lucky it didn't go off. My great grand father got shot in the but by a hunting buddy that accidentally dropped his shot gun....
-so that was the main part of the story, but to finish it-
So I couldn't give up there. Knowing my gun was secured in my pocket and wasn't going to fall out, I CAREFULLY made it over the fence (arguably the dumbest thing I did all night), and long story short cough the Beagle.
So now I have the mutt in my arms, how am I going to get back over?!? I cannot squeeze it over the gate, and as much as I wanted to, I cannot throw it over, since it would hit ground and run away again. So we called the police to come open the gates. Once the officer got there, we explained the situation (minus the gun), and he some how opened the gates with his Police Vehicle. He was actually very nice and gave us a ride back to the apartments.... which brings me to a question... He never asked for ID, but since I was riding in his vehicle, should I have notified him I was carrying??
Long story short, the friend who worked at the apartment said that a fellow employee was currently in search for their missing beagle. So of course we go on the hunt, and the lady leaves.
Finally I spot the dog, and we all go running off trying to catch it. As we close in on it, of course it runs into a gated community across the street. So we look for an entrance though the gate, and are unsuccessful. So I get the bright idea to try to jump it, while carrying my Glock 26 with it's IWB clip on holster. Lucky the girls had gone on and I was by my self at this point.
So I attempt to jump the fence.... at which point the gun and holster fall out of my pants, and land on the grass.
To draw a picture for you; here I am up on a fence trying to get my fat but to the other side, there was about a 3 foot patch of grass under me, leading to a side walk, then another 3 foot patch of grass, then a semi busy road way. I looked up and saw several cars approaching. Also, from that direction (about two good rock throws away) was the city police station. Naturally, the road is heavily traveled by the police. The street made a slight curve where I was, which would shine any passing by car's head lights at me, drawing attention to me.
I look up and see a stamped of cars coming. I quickly jumped down, and covered the Glock with my feet, and innocently stand there as if I was waiting on a bus, or smoking a cigarette or something. After all the cars passed, I quickly looked around to see no one looking at me, and quickly fit the rig in my pocket. Whewww!
I guess I am most lucky it didn't go off. My great grand father got shot in the but by a hunting buddy that accidentally dropped his shot gun....
-so that was the main part of the story, but to finish it-
So I couldn't give up there. Knowing my gun was secured in my pocket and wasn't going to fall out, I CAREFULLY made it over the fence (arguably the dumbest thing I did all night), and long story short cough the Beagle.
So now I have the mutt in my arms, how am I going to get back over?!? I cannot squeeze it over the gate, and as much as I wanted to, I cannot throw it over, since it would hit ground and run away again. So we called the police to come open the gates. Once the officer got there, we explained the situation (minus the gun), and he some how opened the gates with his Police Vehicle. He was actually very nice and gave us a ride back to the apartments.... which brings me to a question... He never asked for ID, but since I was riding in his vehicle, should I have notified him I was carrying??
