Asking me how many guns I have is like asking an alcoholic about taking a drink. One is too many and a million aren't enough.
I was in this old guy's house one time and he had so many guns I can't even estimate how many I saw. There were long guns stacked in the corners of every room. Piles of guns on every table and on much of the floor space. The hallway had guns leaning on both walls 3-4 guns deep. Could hardly get through.
The basement was worse. Stacks and piles of guns. It was absolutely surreal. All sorts of military rifles, lever Winchesters of all models and variations, shotguns galore. Big cabinets filled with handguns and a walk-in storage room with the nice stuff in racks two high all the way around the 12x12 room. A case in the corner looked suspiciously like it might have held a Thompson. I didn't ask.
He showed me a 1st year 38 Super Colt, several 1st Generation SAAs, numerous S&W models from the 1920s-1930s. It was mind boggling. Ballards, Sharps and other deluxe single-shot sporting rifles hung on the walls. I don't know how or where he got them, or how he made his money, but it was an awe-inspiring experience.
I thought I had a lot of guns until I saw his holdings.
