I loaned a guy my dad's Colt Woodsman when we were out rabbit hunting. SOB lost it out of the holster somehow. He shrugged his shoulders and said "oh well" I let him know we were NOT leaving for home until that pistol was found! There was no way I was telling my dad that. I retraced his footsteps and found it. Last time that guy touched a firearm or even went hunting with me. His attitude ended that friendship and still kinda pisses me off 35 years later.
Only firearms I know of that were found were by by G Grandfather. He found an old Winchester 20ga single shot and a 22 out on the manure pile one morning back in the 1930s.
Last edited by Ben_Lurkin; 11/28/22.
