It Must Be Gremlins.
I need to write about this and get it out of my head, or off my chest as the case may be. Do you ever experience things disappearing? My latest “disappearing things” event goes like this, although this sort of thing has been happening for many years:
I am prepping for a match that is 4 weeks away. I will shoot my Remington 700, I hope. Last summer I had bought 200 new 223 Remington cases, and fired them all one time through my 700. I had then fully prepped the cases, put them in a big plastic jar and put them on the shelf. A month ago I went to get them and could not find them anywhere. I looked for them on two different days. No reason for them not to be on the shelf, but they are gone. Nowhere to be found. Today, I looked all over the place again just to be sure. Gone. Nowhere. Missing. Frustrating because I had neck-size-only'd them so they'd be custom fit fire-formed for the gun, because accuracy and all that.
So I thought well I'll just have to prep some brass I have that's been fired through AR15s. I go to get my dies and all of my 223 Remington dies are where they should be except for my full length sizing die. Now, there's no reason for that die to be anywhere but in the die box in the cabinet, in the press or possibly on the bench. It's in none of those places and I've spent an hour looking through the entire shop. It is just gone.
There's two things that seem to happen over and over again in my life; one is, when I put my mind to something I want to accomplish (like shoot this match and perform as well as I possibly can) I will run into stumbling block after stumbling block. A series of problems, each one seemingly a complication of the one before it. It will go on and on, two three, four layers until I'm frustrated and asking myself why I'm going through all this effort to accomplish so meaningless a task.
Okay that last paragraph is just me venting my frustration in the moment. No big deal, life is full of problems and these that I'm describing are minor. The “big” things in life always work out well for me.
But the other thing is maybe more of an concern.
This “disappearing things” issue. It happens to me, I won't say frequently but it does happen and has been happening for just about all of my adult life...a tool, a part, a notebook...one time it was a box of 500 Sierra Match Kings...not limited to gun stuff either...will seemingly disappear from the face of the earth and no amount of determination and effort will find it. Now, one could, I think, easily conclude from the circumstances that somebody else is messing with them. It would seem to be the only logical, reasonable conclusion. Since no one goes in my shop except myself and my wife, it is tempting to think my wife is taking my stuff. After all she does kind of resent my shooting hobby. Except I honestly believe she would not do that.
When I was a kid my Dad would have the same thing happen to him. He, however, would conclude that either I, my sister, my Mom, or “somebody” was indeed messing with him. He would become so angry and confrontational, thinking he could “out” the perpetrator through sheer force and intimidation. It was a real point of contention in our family when these things occurred. You're accused by someone who you love and respect of doing something so petty and sneaky, and to be on the receiving end of unrelenting rage and anger and demands to reveal what you did with the whatever. Which of course you had nothing to do with. I decided long ago I would not be that guy, that I would not do that to my family.
But then...gosh darn it...how do these things disappear then? Gremlins?