#retention holster

[historyofguns]

In a detailed review on The Armory Life, veteran police officer Randall Wilson assesses the Safariland 6360RDS duty holster for Springfield Armory's Echelon handgun. The article emphasizes the critical importance of retention holsters for law enforcement, recounting Wilson's decades-long experience with Safariland products, notably the model 6360RDS. Highlighting features such as the Automatic Locking System (ALS), Self Locking System (SLS), compatibility with red dot sights like Trijicon RMR, and weapon-mounted lights such as the Streamlight TLR-1, Wilson concludes that the holster excels in security and usability. The review reinforces the holster's sturdy SafariLaminate construction, its ability to protect the sight and firearm, and its significance in enhancing officer safety through rigorous training and proper equipment use, essential for preventing disarmament in field scenarios.

[craftholsters]

Retention Holsters - The Key to Safe Gun Carry by Craft Holsters

Optimal Safety with Retention Holsters

In the realm of firearm safety, retention holsters stand as a beacon of both safety and accessibility, guaranteeing peace of mind to gun owners. These holsters are meticulously designed to balance the essential attributes of security and swift access to your firearm. Catering to diverse needs, they come in various levels of retention that offer functionalities ranging from quick draws to advanced mechanisms ensuring your weapon stays locked until the moment to draw arrives. From semi-automatic pistols to revolvers, they promise a snug and secure home for your weapon without hindering a quick, efficient draw.

A Detailed Guide to Holster Retention Levels

It is imperative for gun owners to find a holster that meets their specific preferences and situations. Understanding the diversity in requirements, retention holsters are available in several levels, each designed with distinct security features. The level 1 retention holster offers a solid security base without compromising the ease of a quick draw. For individuals seeking enhanced security during daily use, the level 2 option adds an extra layer of safety, ensuring the firearm stays firmly in place. When it comes to the highest degree of safety, the level 3 retention holster employs innovative mechanisms to guarantee that your weapon remains securely locked in place until the moment you decide to draw it.

Find our More about Retention Holsters

To learn more about retention holsters and to discover the best options available in the market, visit Craft Holsters' retention holsters section.

[defensive-tactics]

Use a holster!!!

[therealslimshakespeare]

IM SORRY DID U SAY YOURE WORKING ON A FIC ABOUT “COP BIG DADDY ELVIS”?!?- please tell us more because this sounds like the greatest thing ever 😭

I did, Mon ami, I did indeed…welcome to the demented 2009, sweaty and non famous cop AU that @eliseinmemphis and myself cooked up in our feral yearnings one night.

Edit: it’s here

Allow me to lay a bit of the setting for us all, and maybe even throw in a few lines from the draft below.

Life is insular when you’ve been born and raised in a trailer park. A little El Paso suburb was never a thriving metropolis, what with its gas stations and dollar stores on the way to nothingness in the desert, but the recession didn’t help none. Your dreams of buying a car that might actually make it above 120 mph and not guzzle your wages in gas is a far off dream when you learn from officer Presley that your entrepreneuring father has been incarnated for racketeering across in Juarez. It’s a shame, a damn shame but it hardly throws a wrench in your life, you were already used to making it however you could. When workin’ at the trucker’s club turns into something a lil more illegal and Elvis has his morning waffle ruined by Joe Esposito yacking about the powers of your pink tongue…he feels a little responsible for leaving you without a father figure. He’s got top notch swamp coolers in his trailer, plenty of food and tiger figurines out front -and he’s got an interest in fast things, just like you.

You could do worse than shack up with such a fella; not that he’s offerin’ but you can tell by the flicker in his eye and the smirk of his lips that he’s as susceptible as the next guy watching you on the pole. Except this sweet, world weary cynic just might screw your gooey insides up worse than any threat or ogle from another man.

Snippet:

“Well, well officer Presley, finally got persnickety about laws, have ya?” you observed to yourself with a grin as you watched the handsome man swagger towards you along the white line in your side mirror, tugging at his pants as he neared, trying to shimmy the article of clothing a little higher but is impeded by his belt, stopped by his sizable belly, his holster and buckle sitting under the bulge of it.

Your mouth watered. It had been a year or two since you saw him last. He was always built, intimidating to all the stupid rascals he keeps in line along the border, but now he had become outright fat and his khaki shirt pulled apart between each button. Yet when he came up to your window, that little boy grin was still gracing one of the most exquisite faces known to man, and his voice was tender and playful when he greeted you, just as you once recalled. You could see his sweaty hair, matted on his chest and belly between the gaps, his underarms had massive pit stains, doubly apparent thanks to the light color of his police uniform.

Your smile had something of the she-wolf in it as you greeted him, sniffing the air in hopes of catching a whiff as he leaned on your window frame, nearly crowding you from outside. “Hey Miss Sweet Cheeks,” he greets, “you know why ya been pulled over?”

“Haven't got a clue, officer.” You stated the truth and enjoyed the way his title rolled off your tongue in a bantering way. It was easy.

Officer, officer. Somebody important and authoritative. No sir, yes sir, Officer.

His left eyebrow quirked and you wondered what he looked like at twenty five, how devastating that expression would have been before his wound and his meds and the water retention. Whatever power it may have once held, it holds nothing to this slightly bemused, slightly cynical world weariness that shows in his every expression now, that had a twitch of an eyebrow making you feel a fool. “You’re goin’ seventy in a forty five, Miss.” his tone was patient even as his face suggested he’d like to tan your hide for being so reckless. “Reckless endangerment of others, and yourself,” he quoted sternly, “it ain’t no small matter and I don’t countenance it on my highway.”

Gosh, you just loved it when he laid claim to government property like highways and interstates. It helped you smile meekly at him and nod.

“Sorry officer, I got lax.” You purred, batting your eyes and you could see the heavy flap of their coal coated weight in your periphery. “I’ve seen you lettin’ me flyby on the interstate. I guess I thought…”

[freetheshit-outofyou]

I rant a lot about holsters, mostly for open carry because if you are running a CCW no one but you should know.

I'm in a burger joint yesterday and this lady walks in with a fanny pack on her hip, with what looked like a Bursa Firestorm 380 in one of those cheap nylon holsters with the Velcro retention strop, attached to the outside of the fanny pack flopping around like a key fob next to her pepper spray.

I looked at that mess, I looked at her, I looked back at the whole mess from two steps further back and though...Humm... Is she going to be surprised when all of that mess is stolen and used against her? I think yes.

I fully support OC, if you are going to do it USE A RETENTION HOLSTER that is attached solidly or just don't. Please.

[vendettavalor]

The Rescue

⚔️ For @rathalascendant 's Mari! ⚔️

Grimmel has amassed a frightening display.

From a rack on his desk hang several rows of specially-made iron darts, their viewports practically glowing from the vibrant concoction of toxins he's so meticulously filled each vial within with. They dangle loosely from their hanging ends, their iron holsters gleaming in the dim glow of the forge. He's left them perfectly within Mari's view to taunt her with the horrifying imagining of what's to come. What he intends to do with them.

Suddenly, they shiver. There's an almost musical chime that comes from the iron chassis knocking against one another as they begin to tremble, then rattle, then swing in time with the distant, muffled sound of something knocking against the stone walls of this death camp. The calls of beasts in the cages outside grow louder, wilder. Grimmel pushes himself from his desk and pauses to listen. Beside him, Deathgrippers rise from their slumber and begin to hiss and rattle their tails dangerously. He gives a sharp whistle, sending two of them forth to investigate, then turns to Mari.

"It would seem that the time has finally come."

His grin is frightening as he turns to don his armor. Slowly, deliberately, he takes his time strapping on each and every piece. Then turns his attention to the crossbow he's been so diligently fine-tuning and adjusting in preparation for this encounter. One by one, he draws the darts and carefully tucks them into the delicate loops at his belt, saving the last so it may rest comfortably in the retention port of his weapon. His preparation is completed just in time as a deep, bellowing roar shakes the workshop and sends the rack from earlier clanging to the ground.

In the distance, a war cry.

"YOU'RE OUTMATCHED, MATCHSTICK! LET MARI OUT NOW!"

[floridacracker]

Open carrying without an active retention holster seems dumb

[unholywood]

“   ah,   vlákas.   ”       idiot.   they remark.   it is with concern.    their bruised,  sweat beaded features contort in discomfort  &  exertion.  bullets cascade,   the casings thudding dully in the silt-lifted train yard  &  occasionally recoiling on the half-buried tracks. a cacophony of death rattles exclaim of the live pair,   barely hinged maws  &  derelict self-control in moshing crowds [..]   inanition vies with them.

eyes roll,  gun-holstered as they overstep the  (twice)  corpses littering the ground  &  pull the machete from the sheathe on their back.  pointing forwards with a snap of fingers,   rex bounds in the direction of gus,   growling   &   incisor first into the shoulders of the hungry crowd.  following behind,  the blade cracks the first spine,  fluid retention gurgled out  &  is utilized that as leverage to peel them away. they're careful that these dips into decayed bone are shallow  (considering the questionably alive man beneath them). 

“  get up!   ”      eaten alive by thoughtless,  gnashing jaws  &  feral hands would not be the way to go.      open palmed,   they struck him across the arm as if to scold him.  it was panic,  but manifested as everything does;  frustration,  teetering  uninformed rage.     they did not offer a hand [..] pathing their way from him with heavy steps  &  disgruntled exclamations as they pull masticated rot from their leathers.  

there were more inside,  it was better to eradicate than allow the element of surprise to compromise them again,  or any other unfortunate souls to which the courier noticed now,  slumped in different areas of the train yard;  some picked clean,  some simply open chests  &  maggot-bidden.  the grimace is brief,  rex now baying towards the stairs,  ears flat  &  growling low;   a signal of that very sentiment. 

[tewwor]

NEWEST MUSE LIST 07-25

*** doubles as an interest check so like this and i'll cook up a starter! highly suggest specifying muse(s) for this one! i will be focusing on them more between drafts!

THE FRINGE — SAUL'S LIMINAL WORLD .

the knowing

the second host to be shunted into the fringe as a last ditch effort for safety. ended up becoming the keeper of knowledge; to the point where it’s debilitating. happened upon the abyss and was given the cruel gift of knowing by concentration, and by touch as of late. burdened by the mind splitting headache of retention and hunger to learn more. pigeonholed as the devils advocate.

the peril

meant to embody the very gravity within the fringe. within the space, their influence is shown by lands turned upside down or sideways and the visceral sense of falling without stop. outside of it, their presence manifests in deep rumbling storms and pressure — sometimes to the point of vertigo. when encountered, the manner of which they impact another varies person to person. some will experience the falling, vertigo, threat of imminent thunder, or even allure to gravitate closer. confused as a double agent of good and evil.

THE MARKED .

shrike 'choi siwoo'

Civilian occupation: blacksmith . Marked position: weapons dealer. Ability: physical restoration. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). Cares more about his craft than anyone. Get enraged when his weapons are treated like shit ( even though he can restore it to perfection ). Leaves his hovel of a home once every blue moon, while also somehow hosting the most at home parties ( ?? he's not sure how that works either ). Incredibly good host but will beat you with your own shoes if you don't take them off at the entrance. Has a fairly popular online shop and big Youtube/Tiktok following regarding his blacksmithing.

HARBORVIEW .

barbara davies

crocodile sea creature . all grin, all bite. big lady, big energy. harborview's very own local radio host. would rather not get into how she's come to know oram / how she was changed. not sure if she's the town's Mother or Fun Aunt just yet — most likely both. has #throwndown to protect at least a few other sea creatures / locals. will always do it again.

ha aera

waho employee near the outskirts, because of course there’s one. who else is going to witness the weird shit that happens? no, it’s not like the baga yaga’s hut — you can’t even prove it relocating anyways ( it 100% moves across town on giant chicken feet ). often has to deal with whatever bullshit happens out in the parking lot. does not enjoy this despite it making for good stories.

natori kato

seagull shapeshifter . steals everyone’s fries, sandwiches, any finger foods all the time ( mostly near / on the beach ). 10000% close friends to the other two bird shapshifters ( yunseo & chinmae ) except she doesn't bestow anything. just takes food and yaps away. clearly homeless, but she never mentions it — gets a little weird if it is brought to light ( usually sleeps as a seagull elsewhere on the shore ). only way she pays for food or lodging is by whatever washes up on the beach.

spencer aka suspenders

kelpie wangler / hippocampus protector????? yeah, the town’s infested with weird sea creatures, but the uptick in disappearances not from them caused lior to outsource someone to help with the herd of kelpies. none were harmed in the fruitless relocation ( they keep finding their way back ), so his residence became permanent and he set up sanctuary. if you see a stunning resemblance between him and holt ( holster under fantasy section ), he'll deny it till’ he's blue in the face.

ini shaw

sea witch that primarily sells knots and charms for sailors. most of the time they're filled with good luck. be nasty to her and you'll get a nasty surprise back amidst your stupid voyage. maybe a fanatic over oram, but who’s to say?

jinae 'jenny' cho

there's a new hot wife in town and she's married to the mayor ( that hasn't been eaten by the sea creatures finally )! does she know her high school sweetheart turned husband is a sea creature? no! so pretty and so scrappy. definitely has traits of a survivalist for reasons she'd rather leave in the dark.

[fleshchyme]

I’m thinking about taking the IFAK off of my belt altogether and just sticking with the fanny pack IFAK I built. I had a lot of issues rolling around today, especially supine with the IFAK at 6 o’clock, so I think I’d just be better off without it

That said even the fanny gets in the way for prone shooting so idk

And the retention hood on my holster kept closing and preventing me from reholstering without switching shooting hands and activating the thumb switch

At least I finally tested it out so I can see what isn’t working

[historyofguns]

Michael Mills reviews the Crucial Concealment Universal Light Holster, a versatile inside-the-waistband (IWB) holster designed to fit a range of pistols using mounted lights for retention. The holster, crafted from durable Kydex, features an innovative adjustable friction retention shim, ensuring a secure fit for numerous pistol sizes and brands, including those equipped with Surefire X300 or Streamlight TLR lights. Notable for its ambidextrous design, it offers adjustable retention and a belt clip system enhancing concealability and drawing ease. Mills praises its minimalist design for comfort without compromising on secure firearm retention, offering impressive value at an estimated price of $69.

[craftholsters]

Level 3 Holsters - Experience the Ultimate Holster Retention with Craft Holsters

Ultimate Security with Level 3 Holsters

In the contemporary landscape of firearm safety and handling, securing a top-notch holster remains a critical concern for both seasoned enthusiasts and beginners. A level 3 holster emerges as an unparalleled solution in this context, representing a zenith in secure and responsible gun ownership. These holsters boast an incredible amalgamation of accessibility and security, catering to various gun models and offering personalized configurations for both right and left-handed users. Whether you're sporting a semi-automatic pistol or a revolver, embracing a level 3 holster means stepping into a realm of enhanced safety standards coupled with remarkable functionality.

Essential Features of Quality Level 3 Holsters

The optimal holster not only amplifies your firearm's security but also substantially boosts its functionality. A level 3 holster stands the test of time, offering premium features that facilitate a seamless and efficient draw every time. These holsters are characterized by their glove-like fit, adapting perfectly to your specific gun model. Crafted with premium materials, each piece serves as a reliable work of art, promising years of steadfast service. Moreover, investing in a level 3 holster guarantees lifetime warranty coverage, putting your mind at ease knowing your investment is safeguarded for life.

Finding Your Perfect Level 3 Holster

To learn more about level 3 retention holsters and to discover the best options available in the market, visit Craft Holsters' level 3 holsters section.

[kyledefoor]

How did you adjust retention that fast?……….an old trick I learned years ago. Works on holsters as well for any macro or micro adjustments you need and helps gear last longer. I hold the flame a couple inches off the area I’m adjusting and when I smell Kydex or see a shine to appear you’re good to adjust. You might want gloves depending on your hands.

[gunzlotzofgunz]

AUDLEY AUBURN PRISON REVOLVER HOLSTER

Open top leather holster, marked on the back "FOLSOM'S AUDLEY PATENTED OCT. 13, 1914" Holster was issued with a Colt New Service .45 Cal revolver with a 5 1/2" inch barrel. The holster has the unique retention system requiring a metal tab to be pushed to withdraw the weapon. Auburn prison is located in New York, built in 1816, and is among the oldest remaining functioning prisons in the United States.

[freetheshit-outofyou]

I support open carry, I did it for a great many years, it is preemptive of the law here in Nevada. What I don't support is carrying like a fucking tool. If you are going to open carry use some form of retention holster and then have some kind of fucking awareness of your surrounding. This ass hate with a belt for a holster was oblivious to the world around him.

[vendettamuses]

The Rescue

⚔️ For @rathalascendant 's Mari! ⚔️

Grimmel has amassed a frightening display.

From a rack on his desk hang several rows of specially-made iron darts, their viewports practically glowing from the vibrant concoction of toxins he's so meticulously filled each vial within with. They dangle loosely from their hanging ends, their iron holsters gleaming in the dim glow of the forge. He's left them perfectly within Mari's view to taunt her with the horrifying imagining of what's to come. What he intends to do with them.

Suddenly, they shiver. There's an almost musical chime that comes from the iron chassis knocking against one another as they begin to tremble, then rattle, then swing in time with the distant, muffled sound of something knocking against the stone walls of this death camp. The calls of beasts in the cages outside grow louder, wilder. Grimmel pushes himself from his desk and pauses to listen. Beside him, Deathgrippers rise from their slumber and begin to hiss and rattle their tails dangerously. He gives a sharp whistle, sending two of them forth to investigate, then turns to Mari.

"It would seem that the time has finally come."

His grin is frightening as he turns to don his armor. Slowly, deliberately, he takes his time strapping on each and every piece. Then turns his attention to the crossbow he's been so diligently fine-tuning and adjusting in preparation for this encounter. One by one, he draws the darts and carefully tucks them into the delicate loops at his belt, saving the last so it may rest comfortably in the retention port of his weapon. His preparation is completed just in time as a deep, bellowing roar shakes the workshop and sends the rack from earlier clanging to the ground.

In the distance, a war cry.

"YOU'RE OUTMATCHED, MATCHSTICK! LET MARI OUT NOW!"