Allow me to introduce myself
Always carried a model 36 snubby as a backup to my model 10.
In NYPD back in the 80s we had swivel holsters when assigned to vehicle patrol. If you are not familiar with these, google images will show you. Its swivel point was a bolt and washers affair.
It was a super busy Saturday night in July in Harlem. Quite a few priority calls, and also a few phony 'officer shot' calls put in by the drug dealers to send us running to another location so they could conduct business.
At one point we had 3 calls, back to back. As we are walking back to the car, central gives us a new call, this one in the housing projects. Twice while on the call in the projects, I hear what sounds like change hitting the floor. Since very often things were thrown at us from the roofs or from windows, we assumed it was change. We hustle back to the car before we get hit with something, and a new job comes over the air, this one a unit in foot pursuit. All we are getting is a location ,no details.
Lights and sirens all the way, ( I'm driving ) jump out and run into a building vestibule behind the foot post who is right behind the suspect. "He may have a gun, I didnt see it but he bolted during my search" he tells me.
I reach down and my gun is gone. As is the holster with it. Just a leather flap on my belt.
Do I turn around and get my gun, which Im hoping is in my car and Im hoping the car is locked - and leave the foot unit alone?
F it. I draw my snubby from the ankle and continue the pursuit.
We got him, (he was hiding a large bundle of dope, not a gun) gave him a shampoo and rinse with my motorola portable, and hustle back to the car to find my gun, in holster, sitting in between the seats and just under the fold down armrests.
Those were not pennies from the rooftops, but the washers falling out of my swivel!
Mind you my gear was not old, this was within my first 3 years on the job.