Here in COmmierado ( Denverish and surroundings), my "barbecue gun" is a well-hidden Detective Special in an ankle rig.
At one affair, though, I was seated near the guest of honor and one photograph showed where the holster was peeping out from my pants cuff. I didn't even notice it in the picture until a couple of years had passed.
But I guess it would have looked like an ankle monitor if anyone had noticed it.
I mean, nobody would dare bring a "GU-UH-nn" to an affair like that, right?
I mean, what do you think, this is still the Wild West?
Most of my guns are just regular shooters and might show various badges of honest and faithful duty afield, at the range, and in daily carry.
That is their pride.
Terry