CHEATED-ON DAD REVEALS HIS REFORMING JOURNEY TO FIND HOLSTERS TO PROTECT HIS TWO DAUGHTERS

You might be wondering how I managed to escape the thick woods of the Appalachians after being lost for 7 days. Well, it's quite a story. But first, let me take you back to the very beginning.

I've always been a "curious idiot", when I want to go or to see something, I always go there without much preparation.

One day, I decided to set out on an adventure in the deep, green forests of the Appalachians. 

With a spring in my step, I ventured forth to track an elk that I had seen one day before.

For three full days, I followed the tracks of the elk. It was an adventure full of thrill and excitement. 

I carried my bow, my phone, a compass, and a small handgun that I kept in a special holster that my father gave me.

However, on the third day, things took a turn for the worse. 

When I'm finding a good spot to hunt down the elk, I slipped on a wet patch of moss and tumbled down a hill. 

The world spun around me as I fell unconscious. 

When I woke up, I realized my bow was broken, my phone and compass were smashed. It was a scary moment, but at least my handgun was still safe.

Then, the skies opened up and it began to rain. 

It rained for three full days without stopping. 

The forest turned into a muddy, wet mess. 

It was tough, but I kept on going, moving slowly but surely towards the big road I knew was nearby.

On the last night, just as I was getting closer to the road, a huge, seven-foot, towering bear appeared. 

My heart pounded in my chest. 

But I had to protect myself. I reached for my handgun. 

Thanks to its special holster, it had stayed dry and safe through all the rain and the fall.

 I fired a shot into the sky, and the loud noise scared the bear away.

I breathed a sigh of relief. 

The holster had kept my gun safe through the rainy days and had saved my life that night.

 It was the one thing that never let me down in those trying times. 

With renewed hope, I pushed on and finally reached the road the next day.

I must've tried a dozen different holsters, each one recommended by some guru on YouTube. However, none of them solved the problems that us larger folks face.

Heat and Sweat: People with a bit more weight, like me, tend to sweat. A lot. Most holsters just don't breathe well. This sweat was not only making me uncomfortable—it was ruining my holster and, worse, damaging my gun.

Snugness: As larger individuals, we've got a bit of a belly. When I'd try to tuck my gun into my waistband, it would end up buried under a mound of flesh.

Lower Back Ache: Whether made of kydex or leather, every holster I tried concentrated all the weight in one spot around my waist. It felt like they were designed to cause back problems.

Seated Drawing: Every holster ad featured a trim, fit person drawing while standing. But what about when you're sitting? Especially in a truck, I found drawing to be anything but smooth and natural.

Pointing Horizontally: I'd tried a few leather shoulder holsters from a local maker. However, they positioned the gun to point horizontally, behind me, breaking the second rule of gun safety: Always point the gun in the safest possible direction.

Now, I know what some people think. That we gun owners are reckless, that we don't think things through. But let me assure you, with all due respect, that couldn't be further from the truth. We put a lot of thought into gun safety. We're among the most careful people you'll meet, barring a few bad apples.

So, if you've got a holster that presents any of these issues, I'd suggest considering swapping it for something else, or even stopping from carrying at all.

Because when it comes to guns, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

During an online search, I spotted this review by my cousin Nick Green on a veteran-owned holster website.

 He was praising something called the 'Fujobi Pancake Holster.' 

I called Nick to verify, he affirmed and told me to visit his house.

Nick is a big, fat, man, much bigger than me, over 350lbs, 5.9ft . When I saw him he was standing in front of his house, carrying a small bag with something inside.

“What’s this?” I asked, a little confused.

“Consider it anearly 4th of July gift. I need it, and I’d be willing to bet you do too.”

I continued to stare at him, knowing he’d elaborate.

“I sweat and smell a lot these days, just like you, I guess. Those holsters you’ve got – they're like swimming in a disgusting, sweaty, swampy mud, aren't they?”

Nick throw the bag at my face, " take it"- he said.

Now, I won’t get too into the details – because he’d probably give me a smack for it – but that’s when my cousin shared with me his struggles with excessive sweating tendency (Hyperhidrosis) , and exactly what he had done to help himself avoid embarrassment…

He told me how a friend had introduced him to a new, breakthrough holster that completely prevented him from sweating and smelling on hot summer days…

This holster saved him from embarrassing moments at church when people once gave him strange looks and covered their noses (which happened to me a lot of time), saved him countless loads of laundry, and even helped his skin feel healthier and cleaner after a long day of driving.

So, after giving me the details and one of his all-knowing looks, I opened the bag…

And what I found inside changed my life forever.

Inside were a soft, luxuriously smooth, leather-neoprene hybrid-looking holster by a US-based company named Dinosaurized®.

To cut a long story short, that afternoon I put it on, drove my Uber and...

The moment I fastened it to my belt, I felt the difference.

This holster was a game-changer.

Fujobi was unlike any other I had tried before.

It nestled comfortably against my body, providing an ideal fit.

The sweat guard was a miracle worker, keeping me dry and warding off any discomfort caused by excessive perspiration.

Drawing my gun was seamless, regardless of whether I was standing or seated.

Fujobi's design accounted for my size, enabling a smooth and natural draw.

Gone were the days of awkward fumbling or struggling to access my firearm when it mattered most.

I falled in love with.... the Hybrid design of this holster.

Its construction distributed the weight evenly, relieving any strain on my lower back.

  Fujobi holster is like a part of me now, not an annoying add-on.

 The kids noticed the change too. No more shifting and adjusting at their school events, no more soaked-through shirts. 

 I was just their dependable, cool uncle again. Their friends even started calling me 'The Gentle Giant.'

 People around me began to see me differently as well. 

 At work, my colleagues stopped making 'sweaty' jokes. 

  Instead, they started asking about my new holster. Some even bought their own Fujobi.

 In church, there were no more wary glances, no more whispers. People respected my responsibility as a firearm owner, and my choice of a secure, safe holster played a big part in it.

 The Fujobi Pancake Holster didn't just make my daily carrying routine easier. 

 It brought a newfound respect and eased the tension of my surroundings. 

 I became a figure not to be joked about, but to be looked up to, and it gave me confidence like never before.