By Josh Phillips
I had a thought recently. Well, more like an itch, and I need the Armed Intelligentsia’s help in scratching it. The other day, my wife tasked me with picking up take out from a local eatery. I dutifully headed out into the (not so) vast concrete jungle that is my little town to fulfill my hunter/gatherer duties, Springfield XDm 3.8″ .45 compact holstered and tucked into my waistband, shirt tucked over holster. Carrying this way, the only indication that I’m packing is the tell-tale small black metal holster clip behind my right hip . . .