For the first time in the 10 years or so that I have been carrying (yes, I had a permit before 2003) someone questioned the bulge in my pocket. He knew there was something in that pocket, touched the pocket and wanted to know what was in there. I exclude the one time my wife said something, she now knows what the bulge is and hasn't said anything in years.
I mostly pocket carry a Colt Pocket Nine, 9 mm, in a Mika holster in blue jeans. I used to carry a SW J-frame, 38 Special, but mainly the Pocket Nine now because it carries two more rounds than the J-frame. I carry 99 % of the time I'm out. Probably 10 % of the time I carry, it is a Kimber Officer's 4 inch, 45 ACP in an Wilson IWB. Then I have a cover garment. The rest of the time it is the pocket carry gun in blue jeans with or without a cover garment. No one has ever questioned me before.
Who was the person?
My 4 year old grandson.
We were riding in the back seat of his parents minivan and he saw the bulge in my pocket and wanted to know what it was. I made some obscure comment and that made him even more interested. He reached over and touched the outside of the pocket, felt something hard and repeated the question to me. I told him it was a "special tool". I then quickly changed the subject. His parents have never said anything about me carrying. I doubt they know how often I carry. (I store my carry gun in lock box in my car when at their house. I do get it from my car if we go anyplace.) This kid loves tools. For Christmas, I give him a Sears Tool catalog. His favorite bedtime book when I'm there. He knows I carry a pocket knife (Benchmade Mini Griptillian), car keys, money and change all in my left (weak side) pocket. My cell phone in my shirt pocket. He usually checks these out when I arrive at their house. Whenever he needs something opened, he comes to me and asks me to open it with my knife. He knew there was something different in my right pocket.
We'll see if he remember's the next time I see him. I've already purchased him his first rifle, a Marlin 915 Youth, for when he is ready. His mother is all for him learning to shoot, she was disapointed that no one ever taught here to shoot. I told her, anytime she wants, I will.
Just thought I'd share.