Man, a while back I was cleaning some pistols after a range day. I was walking down the hall from my gun room/laundry room with the last one, a little woodsman .22, to the kitchen when someone rang the doorbell. I set the pistol on the bookshelf before I answered the door. 20 minutes later, the neighbor was gone, and I cleaned the guns in the kitchen, put them back in the vault, and went about my day.

Fast forward to the next week and a buddy asked if he could borrow a pistol to teach his kid. I thought I had the perfect one and went to the vault and it wasn’t there. I distinctly remembered taking it to the last range day but didn’t remember cleaning it. I started to get concerned because it wasn’t in the range bag or my pistol case. I searched everywhere and even called the range and asked them if anyone had turned it in. After about a week of searching, I resigned myself to the fact that I had lost it. This little woodsman had some problems, and I figured if someone picked it up, they would probably take it to a gunsmith, so I called around and asked if anyone had dropped it off and, if not, to keep an eye out and gave them the serial number. I live in a small town so it was only a couple of calls.

Almost a year later I am looking for a book. I get to the bookshelf in the hall, reach up, put my hand in a clear space on an upper shelf, and there is the pistol.

The pistol on the shelf reminded me of that story, idk why I am telling it here other than I am bored. Anywho, yall have a good one.