Massad Ayoob on His Concealment Vest

[Ben]

I still haven't decided if the almost always serious Ayoob was trolling or not. I was busting up as he kept pulling more and more stuff out of it. 

https://youtu.be/4Fas__jvd7k

[Kingcreek]

I saw that. I like massad but I wasn’t sure what he was doing with that video.

[RoadKingLarry]

I've got one from when I was shooting IDPA a dozen years ago.  I lost a 1911 magazine and a pack of gum in it.
I eventually figured out the magazine. The pack of gum is still in there.

[WLJ]

I was busting up as he kept pulling more and more stuff out of it. 

Halfway expected him to pull out a moldy sandwich "Oh, that's where that went"

[HankB]

I live in Texas. In the last 25 years, I can count up the number of times I've seen someone wearing a vest like that in public on the fingers of one hand. (EXCEPT for IDPA matches, where they have some popularity. Or at gun shows, usually by a vendor selling them.  )

[Ben]

I live in Texas. In the last 25 years,

I can't remember for sure, but I think they were big in the 80s and 90s. I seem to recall Jeff Cooper and cohorts wearing them.

Again, I can't remember for sure, but I think they may have been a regular fashion trend outside of gun circles. Heck, I think I even tried one in the 80s, but it just didn't suit me. I've never been a vest guy. Other than I have a really thin goose down vest that works really well as an extra layer under a jacket. Not something I'd wear as an outer layer though.

[T.O.M.]

He had to have been joking.  No one carries that much crap around with them (not to mention you can't carry all that liquid through TSA).

[Ben]

He had to have been joking.

I figured with stuff like a "backup sandwich" that part of it was joking, but I think he was also trying to make an old guy case for concealment vests not being outdated and having some use. 

[Kingcreek]

I wear vests in cold or cool weather, but not a photographer vest. I don’t know what I would put in all those pockets. I have a fly fishing vest and it’s many pockets are filled with fly fishing stuff.
I have a nice heavy wool Filson and a couple knit vests I like and they all conceal a holstered firearm quite well.

[Ben]

I was also thinking that when he calls it a "shoot me first" vest, how many younger guys these days would think that? Certainly in the 90s, but I'm guessing younger "in the know" guys these days would more likely tag the guy in the Grunt Style T-shirt, "casual" tactical pants, gun guy ball cap, and Salomons as the "shoot me first" guy over the old guy in the vest.

[Bogie]

I have longer, drapey, not enough pocketseses thing that I got from our corporate uniform store. It'll hold enough tools to do most basic mess  withs... I wouldn't carry a .45 under it, because I'm in and out of cars all day...

[HeroHog]

I have a FEW CCW vests...

http://herohog.com/images/guns/CCWClothes/catalog.htm

PinkPigParts is my model/wife/old lady
Guns used: KelTek P11 in 9mm, Norinco 1911 A1 in .45 ACP, and my S&W Model 10 in .38 SPL.

[MechAg94]

I don't have one.  I honestly can't recall ever noticing one outside of gun events or shows.  I am not one to notice clothes all that much.

[RocketMan]

Fall into deep water wearing one of those vests, you'll probably sink like a stone if the pockets are full of stuff.

[gunsmith]

 I had a great shoot me first vest about ( holy smokes, just did the math ) 20 yrs ago, only one person said anything to me about gun stuff.
 I really loved it, working nights as a cabbie it hid my guns real well, comfortable in hot weather, i kept flashlights, mags a book to read knife multi tool, snacks.  No one ever mentioned guns, but I got "you fishing" comments everyday.

I LOVED THAT VEST!
 
  I am a lot more fashion oriented now. It makes EDC more difficult tho.  I have found it easier to navigate in the world and sort of enjoy upping my basic wardrobe , I wish we had constitutional carry in NV, open carry sometimes presents difficulty in dressing more upscale

I like the Suited Shootist channel, pretty good content for EDC and dressing well.  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfC6_RkhhLvmERE5jNYDFSQ

[charby]

Every time I see a concealment vest story, I think of this old gem.

As I was leaving my house I stuffed my Glock 10mm "man gun" Mexican-style in my pants. My backup is a fully customized 1911 with all the IPSC add-on options in my $500.00 leather pancake holster custom made by Belgian Monks who have devoted their lives to silence and holster making. These are the ones used by SEAL Team 6, which I used to be a part of but all records of my activities were destroyed in a fire "accident".

I put on my Royal Robbins photographer vest to match my pants while wearing a T-Shirt underneath reading "from my cold dead hands." That way, nobody can see what I'm packing. I had my Centennial .38 Special in my ankle holster, just like the gun rag guys carry. Lastly I had my "Covert Sniper" I.D. Card in my wallet with my "Concealed Weapons Permit Badge". I was ready for anything.

I drove my "bug-out truck" to the 7-11 for some beer, 'cause you never know. It is a performance-styled Subaru BRAT with 4 cylinders of ground pounding fury.

I pull up to the 7-11 store and notice a nefarious looking girl scout eyeballing me from the back of her mother's SUV. A likely cover.

The mother returned to the truck and went for the keys in her purse, but I knew from my years of combat-honed instincts that she was actually making a furtive movement for an offensive weapon.

I attempted a tactical shoulder roll, but fell flat on my face, kind of flopping on the pavement to avoid any incoming rounds and to make it look like I meant to do that. The store owner called 911 which is good, because I then did a roll and attempted to draw my Glock.

Unfortunately, since I did not have a holster, the gun "went off" and the bullet creased my weener. But I was prepared for that and bit down on a 9mm casing to take my mind off the pain as I dove for the garbage barrel. That's when I noticed the Girl Scout shouting something to her mother who began to take cover. I knew they were closing on me so I drew my trusty custom 1911 Wilson COMBAT....I knew that they would be impressed with that. I then duck walked to the front of her SUV but my gut kinda got in the way and I fell on my ass, which caused me to swallow my 9mm casing.
I then tried to roll to my right, but didn't want to scuff my holster, so I just threw myself into a telephone pole, but I landed on my right side anyway. So I fired one shot towards the woman's SUV to pin them down as I recovered my wind.

Before the mother knew what was happening, I charged her and I threw my groin into her knee. I knew that as I vomited on the ground in front of her that I had interrupted her OODA loop, and I had the advantage now. As she ran screaming for the Girl Scout (I knew she was going for backup) I made for my super-charged BRAT tactical truck. I jumped into the driver seat, forgetting that I had left my rare Israeli contract AR 15 Bayonet on the seat (honed to a razors edge). I could handle it though; half my ass is an implant from war wounds. As I attempted to start my truck, police and paramedics arrived on the scene. My truck would not start and instead backfired once and caused the police to taze me. At this point, I tactically soiled myself while in convulsions. My custom 1911 then fell out the window, but I still had my Centennial .38. I knew then that I had to take out the woman with the purse.

So I aimed my revolver at her, at which point the first police officer fired once striking me in the chest. Fortunately, I was wearing my level 3A body armor. I didn't want to hurt the cops, they had obviously been duped by the evil temptress who was now embracing her partner in crime and crying to the police in the background - I knew it was a ruse.

I pulled out my concealed weapons permit badge and showed it to the officer who shot me and yelled out "I'm one of you guys!!!" He continued to cover me, and ordered me to drop my .38 so I laid it down. After all, I still had my bayonet attached to my ass. The cop walked toward me, and upon reading the badge maced me right in the eyes. Fortunately, my Oakley shooting glasses stopped most of the spray and I was able to rip free of the Taser cords easily. It only cost me one nipple...easily replaced. I dove for the passenger side of my truck and began to run zig zag for a ditch. Unfortunately, the bayonet sticking out of my ass slowed me down. I knew it would have to be hand-to-hand now. I knew the cop couldn't take me when I saw he merely carried a Glock 17, not a man's gun. So I immediately threw my eye into his right hook, followed by a knee into his maglight. As I lay thrashing on the ground, I took the heel of my Bates enforcer boot and kicked at the cops ankle. I knew from my classified experiences in Tajikistan that once I broke his ankle, the cop would fall down and I could "stun kick" him in the head, knocking him out but not hurting him.

Apparently the cop had also been to Tajikistan, because he side stepped me and struck me in the back with his ASP baton, but my trauma plate absorbed it. I then drew my Benchmade auto knife and was promptly tased again, but I was ready for it this time and only wet myself a little bit.

Next thing those cops knew, I was unconscious. That'll teach 'em!

[WLJ]

^^^^^

Reads like it could have been written by Gecko45.of Mall Ninja fame. Very similar style