I reckon a handgun owner without a drawer full of discarded holsters isn’t trying hard enough. Actually, my abandoned holsters live in a shoebox. Just sitting there. Unloved. Uncomfortable. Unnecessary. Most of them are IWB, which stands for I Wanna Be sedated. I’m happy to see you but there’s no way I can put a gun inside my pants without feeling poked, prodded, used and abused. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Some guy over at usacarry.com is asking for advice about ankle holsters. Here’s an idea: duct tape a gun to the space between your shoulder blades first. Try a few quick draws. See how that works out for you. And while we’re at it, Don Johnson has a lot to answer for (like making me end a sentence with a preposition). Anyway, what’s the worst rig upon which you’ve ever pissed away your money?