The Goose
NES Member
The other night my wife and I went to a Toby Keith concert. In general I am not a fan of noisy and crowded venues, but my wife had gotten me the tickets as a Christmas present and I do like Toby Keith. So we went.
The last concert I went to was The Kinks and Lee Michaels in 1969 so I was not at all sure what to expect. My wife said that sometimes they search you at concerts. I said perhaps I should not carry to which my wife responded, “what are you crazy. Of course you are going to carry, just hide it.” Gotta love that woman.
So I stuck my battered old S&W 36 (see ugly snubby contest thread) in an ankle holster. Sure enough they patted me down at the door. It was not very thorough, but I was glad I had nothing on my hip. When we got inside I went to the men’s room, went into a stall and discreetly transferred the snubby to my pants pocket. The concert was great, loud, but great. As we left I ducked into the men’s room again and moved the snubby into my coat pocket. We had parked about 6 blocks away and it was now after midnight. It was cold so I just walked with my hands in my coat pockets, my right hand holding the snubby. We got in the car and headed home. My wife noticed we were low on gas. I would have just driven home, but she is a bug about things like that so I pulled off the highway into a 24 hour station. It was now well after 1:00 AM and the nightcrawlers were emerging. As I pumped the gas I scanned the station lot and just kept my right hand in my coat pocket. Very comforting.
Nothing even remotely bad happened, but I tell the story just to once again reinforce the versatility of the marvelous little snubby. I guess a small semi auto could have done much the same except it is no good for shooting through pockets. When things feel a bit dicey out and about late at night a snubby in the coat pocket is a great friend indeed.
The last concert I went to was The Kinks and Lee Michaels in 1969 so I was not at all sure what to expect. My wife said that sometimes they search you at concerts. I said perhaps I should not carry to which my wife responded, “what are you crazy. Of course you are going to carry, just hide it.” Gotta love that woman.
So I stuck my battered old S&W 36 (see ugly snubby contest thread) in an ankle holster. Sure enough they patted me down at the door. It was not very thorough, but I was glad I had nothing on my hip. When we got inside I went to the men’s room, went into a stall and discreetly transferred the snubby to my pants pocket. The concert was great, loud, but great. As we left I ducked into the men’s room again and moved the snubby into my coat pocket. We had parked about 6 blocks away and it was now after midnight. It was cold so I just walked with my hands in my coat pockets, my right hand holding the snubby. We got in the car and headed home. My wife noticed we were low on gas. I would have just driven home, but she is a bug about things like that so I pulled off the highway into a 24 hour station. It was now well after 1:00 AM and the nightcrawlers were emerging. As I pumped the gas I scanned the station lot and just kept my right hand in my coat pocket. Very comforting.
Nothing even remotely bad happened, but I tell the story just to once again reinforce the versatility of the marvelous little snubby. I guess a small semi auto could have done much the same except it is no good for shooting through pockets. When things feel a bit dicey out and about late at night a snubby in the coat pocket is a great friend indeed.