Can't think of where else to put this, so...

[CajunBass]

I hate to lose brass. Especially revolver brass. I spent 30 minutes yesterday looking for a piece I dropped while resizing. I felt it hit my leg, but never heard it hit the floor. It just vanished into the ether. I figured it was gone for good. Then last night, before I went to bed, I picked up a flashlight and looked under my desk one more time, and there it was. I know it was NOT there earlier. I had looked. And looked twice. We're (my wife and I) convinced we have a ghost we call "Hootie." When things go missing "Hootie" did it. Well, Hootie grabbed that piece of 32 long brass and took it to wherever Hootie takes such things, then brought it back just before bedtime.

Drives me crazy.

Anybody else got a "Hootie?"

 

[UncleEd]

Yeah but my Hootie is named Old Age.

 

[CajunBass]

Yeah but my Hootie is named Old Age.

Well, yea...I've got that one too. I'm double teamed.

 

[JohnKSa]

I was working on a pistol and reinstalling the extractor. It went for a short flight, as springy parts are sometimes wont to do, but I saw which way it went and heard it hit so I didn't immediately go grab it.

When I put my tools down and walked over to where it had landed, it wasn't there. I looked and looked for that part but it had just vanished. The whole time the cat was sitting down at the end of the hall watching me search. I ordered a new one and the day it arrived, I caught the cat playing with the original extractor in the hall about a foot from where I heard it hit the carpet. I still don't know where she hid it, but she must have seen it hit, snagged it and hid it somewhere then watched me look for it.

 

[vanfunk]

Thanks for this amusing, and yet serious, post! We too have a “Hootie”, although it’s not this guy:



Our poltergeist is a mischievous imp who kicks brass, bullets and primers into another county when they hit the floor. I have a large reloading area/bar/brewery; just the other day I found a .44 Magnum shell under the couch in the bar area, thirty feet from the reloading bench. How the Hell did it get there? Loose primers I have searched and searched for, and covered the same floorspace with a keen eye and a flashlight, will magically re-appear several days later in the middle of that previously-searched area.

I am going to have to break out the Ouija board from the attic and see if I can commune with my friend from the great beyond.

 

[UncleEd]

For those of such faith and mind, a traditional
way to find things is to pray to St. Anthony,
the patron saint of lost objects. Just doing
so might surprise you!

 

[earlthegoat2]

I don’t even look for loose primers anymore. If I do I never find them anyway and the second I get back into my chair which has wheels on it and roll back I hear the familiar CRACK of a primer detonating.

 

[CajunBass]

Confession time. Many years ago, I had a stupid discharge with a 1911 45 automatic. Blew a hole in the side of a bookcase I could have stuck my thumb in. No one hurt, no real damage, and oddly enough no one else in the house even heard the shot. Heck, I didn't even hear the shot, I guess my mind just blocked it out. Scarred the you know what out of me, let me tell you. I never did find (1) the bullet...I found where it hit the metal frame of the sliding glass door and stopped Again a thumb sized dent, (half inch either way and shattered glass door) but it didn't go through. It should have been right there. Never did find it. And (2) about a week later, my mother in law, doing dishes in the kitchen came to me and handed me a 45 acp case and said, "I guess this is your's? How'd it get into the dish rack?"

 

[sparkyv]

My Hootie tricks me with primers.

 

[Savage30L]

For those of such faith and mind, a traditional
way to find things is to pray to St. Anthony,
the patron saint of lost objects. Just doing
so might surprise you!

I need to build a shrine to him in my house. The heck with St. Hubert.

I have a whole platoon of Hooties lurking in my wine racks.

 

[NeroM]

NOPE - it is "teenage refrigerator blindness"......
EG.. me - looking in refrigerator for mustard,
partner - what are you looking for,
me - mustard,
partner - you mean that yellow container right in front of you,
me - glad you found it !
Same with wayward cartridge cases, primers and bullets.........

 

[Walkalong]

We're (my wife and I) convinced we have a ghost we call "Hootie." When things go missing "Hootie" did it. Well, Hootie grabbed that piece of 32 long brass and took it to wherever Hootie takes such things, then brought it back just before bedtime.

I have had a couple of experiences with things that go "poof". then show back up where you couldn't have overlooked them.

Time warp, no doubt in my mind, no doubt at all.

 

[Walkalong]

NOPE - it is "teenage refrigerator blindness"......
EG.. me - looking in refrigerator for mustard,
partner - what are you looking for,
me - mustard,
partner - you mean that yellow container right in front of you,
me - glad you found it !
Same with wayward cartridge cases, primers and bullets.........

I'm a terrible finder as well.

 

[PistoleroWadcutterGANG]

Somewhat painful but I can always count on my feet to find stuff. "Ouch" "Found it", sigh.

 

[Bill_in_TR]

Once I have reached the point where I am convinced that what I am looking for must never have existed in the first place I call my wife. For some uncanny reason she almost always finds it rather quickly. Drives me nuts.

 

[UncleEd]

More than once in grocery stores I've looked for something
and couldn't find it. A stocker has come by and I've asked
for help. The answer, "Here, right here by you."

And in those embarrassing moments I give my standard
response, "Wonder you ever sell anything the way you hide
things."

 

[Howland937]

I'm usually decent at finding stuff. I'm the one who's always stuck looking for the things other people misplace. If I could have all the time back I've spent looking for my wife's keys, glasses, wallet, debit card, medicine, shirt she just bought....whatever. I'd be a legit 6 months younger.

When I lose something...like LOST, it's typically never to be seen again. Except for the times I randomly set something down without consciously putting it somewhere. 10 seconds later I have no idea where it is. 2 months later, there it is. Or the time I threw a wrench at the neighbor's aggressive trespassing rooster. Out in the driveway, front of the house. Disappeared. Found the wrench (with the lawnmower) the following summer. In the back yard.

 

[Hillbilly Hydrographics]

My hootie is usually called dammit or sumbitch I think especially when it comes to firearms related stuff if your not mysteriously loosing small bits from time to time your not as involved with your firearms as you should be. But never fails soon as new parts are ordered the lost item magically turns up right where you searched and cussed.

 

[Tallball]

It took me a while to discover mine. His name is Oakley.

I'd drop or set down a small tool or small part, and it would just vanish. Could never find them even after a long, painstaking search.

They would turn up in another room a day or two later.

Finally I saw the tooth marks on a piece of wood.

My Doberman mix loves to help me drag branches and dig holes and stuff.

He was "helping" me by taking things into the next room and mouthing on them gently until his attention wandered off.

I smile whenever I see the tooth marks on the grip of that j-frame.

 

[Brutus54]

This is my story of our HOOTIE. We lived in an 1882 farm house. Many strange things happened while living there, but the most memorable was wife and I sitting on the couch and heard footsteps in the upstairs rooms. All the floorboards creaked when walking around upstairs so we assumed it was our two kids. Then we see both of them at the dining room table doing their homework. We all looked at each other and continued what we were doing as this was not an unusual occurrence there.

 

[bangswitch]

I hate to lose brass. Especially revolver brass. I spent 30 minutes yesterday looking for a piece I dropped while resizing. I felt it hit my leg, but never heard it hit the floor. It just vanished into the ether. I figured it was gone for good. Then last night, before I went to bed, I picked up a flashlight and looked under my desk one more time, and there it was. I know it was NOT there earlier. I had looked. And looked twice. We're (my wife and I) convinced we have a ghost we call "Hootie." When things go missing "Hootie" did it. Well, Hootie grabbed that piece of 32 long brass and took it to wherever Hootie takes such things, then brought it back just before bedtime.

Drives me crazy.

Anybody else got a "Hootie?"

Maybe the mouse brought it back after he figured out he couldn't eat it. I hate losing brass at the range, I'll search 30 minutes for a single case, especially the more expensive ones. There's a sea of old .22LR and aluminum .45ACP cases all over the ground where people abandon them instead of policing their mess, so it's a lot harder to find the stuff I've fired if it goes off the concreate around the firing line. My 10mm 1911 can throw a case 15 feet or more, out into the gravel parking lot.

I was working on my SAA clone, replacing the hammer. Part of the disassembly is removing a tiny set screw, about 3mm in length and diameter, that retains the hand spring. When I went to replace it (under tension of the spring it retains), it popped out from under the screwdriver and went ?????. I had taken the precaution of laying everything on a thick towel to keep little parts from bouncing; I could not see anything on the towel, but knew the screw couldn't have gone off the edge of it. I had a small magnet and I carefully covered every square inch of the towel, but no set screw. I must have looked for 30 minutes. There wasn't much point to look off the towel, as the tiny screw would be completely lost on the floor or the rest of my messy work table, so I decided to loosely reassemble the revolver so I wouldn't lose any more parts until I could reorder the screw from Uberti. The hole for this tiny spring and set screw is right next to the two screws that hold the frame of the grip on the rest of the frame. When I went to insert one of those screws, it wouldn't go in but halfway before meeting resistance. I took the screw back out, and turned the frame upside down on the towel, and the tiny set screw fell out of that larger screw hole, where it had gone when I lost it.

 

[Armored farmer]

My wife does believe we have a ghost. Our housecat sometimes sits up from his napping with a wild-eyed intense stare into an empty room. He even bolts under the couch once in a while. It's pretty creepy.
Having three boys that work here with us, I am always losing tools or sawhorses or something...
After i conduct a half hour multi building search....one of the boys will say, "oh....that's at my house" or "in my truck".

 

[JmacD]

Well, I’m still finding stuff from where “Hootie” crashed the party at thanksgiving in 2022… his name is uniroyal. I had some tires shipped to my house (saved better than $100 a piece) and they were delivered late Wednesday night before thanksgiving. I was back homeworking on Black Friday, and figured I would just put them inside to prevent possible “disappearance”… I somehow dropped one and it bounced down the stairs and crashed straight into the reloading bench… I found a shell holder last week(opposite side of the basement by the sump pump) and a couple pieces of brass…
Of course, hootie also hid my mag loader in an unknown pocket on my range bag. Actually perfect place for it, so for that i thank him.

 

[Danaidh]

It’s the Wee people. They are terribly mischievous!!

 

[JmacD]

Having three boys that work here with us, I am always losing tools or sawhorses or something...
After i conduct a half hour multi building search....one of the boys will say…

This is why I was given a 3 drive size set of craftsmen sockets for Christmas when I was like 11… my dad needed his. Still have em. Only have replaced the 3/8 dr 1/2 socket… thanks to Hootie….