I, like many of my brethren, acquired a Model 66 and never looked back. I learned to shoot it and to trust it, and all of my kids learned to shoot handguns on that revolve. I carried it until 2003 because I was never smitten by the 9mm plastic-fantastic craze and the department wouldn't let me carry a 1911.
|Model 66, pinned and recessed.|
But, eventually, my department started issuing guns, and in 2004 the Model 66 was retied for whatever the department issued. The old K-frame was retired and did duty as a training revolver. It remained largely forgotten, unless I needed it it to make a teaching point.
Last night, dressing for church, I decided to put it on I always carry at church, but the weather was cool and I wanted a jacket, so I threaded a pancake holster on to my belt loops, stoked the revolver with good ammo, and dropped it into the holster. The pancake tucked it in tight, and the sport coat concealed it completely. By the time I had walked down the hall, I had almost forgotten it was there. Like slipping on a comfortable pair of boots, it just seemed to fit perfectly.
Later, at church, one lady was talking about the horrific event in Texas on Sunday. She commented that she hoped that someone in our congregation was armed. I simply lifted the lapel of my jacket, exposing the revolver, and winked at her. Her eyes went wide and she smiled.
I guess it's time to put the old girl back in the rotation. Sometime soon, I'll order a set of Crimson Traces for her.