BullfrogKen
Moderator Emeritus
Thanks for all your advice so far, and 2 photos attached
I appreciate the many kind responses and encouragement. They were enlightening, and confirmed some thoughts I had suspected extended to the rest of the community from my experiences over the past half dozen years working with trainers, enthusiasts, and practitioners at the NTI events.
I promised some pictures. Here's our Christmas portrait, taken at home with my wonderful wife and dogs. This print is perhaps my favorite of the maybe 3 dozen I've made myself over the past few years.
The cream striped material is from a picture taken at Jim Garthwaite's shop last summer. Four team NTI members spent a week with him, and he ran us through a class building custom 1911s from unfinished parts. The cane isn't wasn't a prop. I was struggling hard with a chronic health condition at the time, and the large dose of Prednisone I was on exaggerates some knee crap caused by youthful indiscretion as a young Marine infantryman. By the way, Jim is an artist, and I am honored to know him. Even being sick as ????? half the time, I had one of the best weeks of my life there under his instruction, and with 4 of the finest men I have the honor of having as friends.
I admit I've grown a bit eccentric in my personal style. After the first half dozen khaki, navy, greens and gold colors, I get carried away in the great selection at the local fabric outlet and just kept going. I guess we all have opinions on what is obvious and what is discreet, what we feel we can get away with around people we spend 40+ hours weeks with and what we feel we can't.
I am into my fourth year of carrying outside the waistband holsters for either a LW Commander, or recently a Cobra for times when health reasons dictate the inability to tolerate the weight of the 1911. Its not much, but when I'm havin' problems, after 12 hours I do notice the difference between a 1911 and a reload versus the Cobra and a speedloader. Not once to my knowledge has anyone I worked with thought concealment garment, and I've walked through some pretty tight security at a 6000 person main office in McClean without question. Those I am close with at work just think I am a bit peculiar as a former Marine who sews and rarely pry further once I get to talking about it, so I guess it serves as an effective smokescreen. Hell, maybe they think I'm gay . . .
I also never discuss guns, or even anything remotely gun related, amongst them. That, I think more than anything, dispells suspicion. If someone were to catch on, I would wager it would be a likeminded fellow and kindred spirit who would wink at it . . . which might cause the rest of the oblivious folks to suspect we were a couple of gay cowboys with that winking.
I'm seeing the photographer who took the portrait Thursday, and I'll get a few pictures taken of my more conventional colors, though the cut and style is no different from these examples. The digital camera I have access to just doesn't have the quality I want.
I appreciate the many kind responses and encouragement. They were enlightening, and confirmed some thoughts I had suspected extended to the rest of the community from my experiences over the past half dozen years working with trainers, enthusiasts, and practitioners at the NTI events.
I promised some pictures. Here's our Christmas portrait, taken at home with my wonderful wife and dogs. This print is perhaps my favorite of the maybe 3 dozen I've made myself over the past few years.
The cream striped material is from a picture taken at Jim Garthwaite's shop last summer. Four team NTI members spent a week with him, and he ran us through a class building custom 1911s from unfinished parts. The cane isn't wasn't a prop. I was struggling hard with a chronic health condition at the time, and the large dose of Prednisone I was on exaggerates some knee crap caused by youthful indiscretion as a young Marine infantryman. By the way, Jim is an artist, and I am honored to know him. Even being sick as ????? half the time, I had one of the best weeks of my life there under his instruction, and with 4 of the finest men I have the honor of having as friends.
I admit I've grown a bit eccentric in my personal style. After the first half dozen khaki, navy, greens and gold colors, I get carried away in the great selection at the local fabric outlet and just kept going. I guess we all have opinions on what is obvious and what is discreet, what we feel we can get away with around people we spend 40+ hours weeks with and what we feel we can't.
I am into my fourth year of carrying outside the waistband holsters for either a LW Commander, or recently a Cobra for times when health reasons dictate the inability to tolerate the weight of the 1911. Its not much, but when I'm havin' problems, after 12 hours I do notice the difference between a 1911 and a reload versus the Cobra and a speedloader. Not once to my knowledge has anyone I worked with thought concealment garment, and I've walked through some pretty tight security at a 6000 person main office in McClean without question. Those I am close with at work just think I am a bit peculiar as a former Marine who sews and rarely pry further once I get to talking about it, so I guess it serves as an effective smokescreen. Hell, maybe they think I'm gay . . .
I also never discuss guns, or even anything remotely gun related, amongst them. That, I think more than anything, dispells suspicion. If someone were to catch on, I would wager it would be a likeminded fellow and kindred spirit who would wink at it . . . which might cause the rest of the oblivious folks to suspect we were a couple of gay cowboys with that winking.
I'm seeing the photographer who took the portrait Thursday, and I'll get a few pictures taken of my more conventional colors, though the cut and style is no different from these examples. The digital camera I have access to just doesn't have the quality I want.