reminds me of an old gunsmith up in Wisconsin,,,he was accomplished at his trade in the 20s and I meet him in the 70s,,,,he cast my roundballs for my caplock muzzleloader I used for squirrels back then (and fun shooting),,,had an old gravel pit behind the house that he used for test shooting and such..and she only saw the stashed ones.
his small house was LOADED with guns,,,long arms (rifles, shotguns, muzzleloaders) were literally leaned against the wall every 3-4 inches,,,EVERY drawer in house had a handgun of some form,,
and the kicker? Every single one of those weapons was loaded - in his mind, an unloaded gun was useless as anything,,,,
the man had two prosthetics for legs (lost them to diabetics) but he managed to run off some would be robbers with two sixguns in hand,,,
dang fine man