I used to work in the service dept of a national home builder, we used to walk into occupied homes all the time and I never got over what I would see all the time left out in the open. bongs, cash, sex toys, weapons, jewelry, you name it and in seven years I probably saw it, I once walked into a home, a mid 400K house that had a leak in the MBR shower, I was there to make sure who was to pay for the damages because the plumber and the tile setter were arguing over who was to blame. sitting on a small reading table next to a recliner in the bedroom was a huge stack on bills. at least 10 K some in wrappers and some loose. I picked up a magazine and covered the pile before the two trades guys showed up. the next day I was woke up at 530 am by a call from my boss who was being called from his boss who was getting a call from the Homeowner screaming someone had stolen all this cash. When I said look under the forbes magazine on the coffee table, My boss relayed this to them and then called me back. saying that the Homeowner was now really embarrassed because he had "sworn" to my bosses that he had put the money in a drawer and had left, but when he lifted the magazine he realized he forgot he had taken it out to take some to make change for the register at his store.
point of the story, If you live in a building or house with someone else having access you better make sure you never leave anything out that would give away your hunting or shooting hobbies, as you never know how whill have access to them.
on the worst day of that job, I was asked to visit a home to fix a door that was sticking and being hard to open. upon ringing the door bell I was met by the largest living human woman I have ever seen about 6 foot 4 and at least five hundred pounds. maybe more. this woman could have put a refrigerator under her arm. she took me to the door of her MBR closet. after turning the knob she gave it its hardest tug and it pulled open. I immediately wanted to vomit because hanging on the inside of the door was all sorts of the worst lingerie and leather "specialty garments". dog collars with spikes, whips, handcuffs. she had screwed a large rack to the back of the door and the wieght of the door was so much that is now sagged under the added weight of all her stuff. How was i to tell her that herstuff was so heavy it had warped the door andthe frame. How was i going to get out alive seeing as she had to know from that gagging sound I was not amused with her "lifestyle". actually her lifestyle was fine, but her leather bustier had more leather on it than three or four fine sofa's. and her leather bra looked more like a matched set of teepees. I had to get out before I was her next victim, or prisoner, or what ever. I called on the 2way for my boss to head over telling him I needed a consult on how to fix something, To this day I can still here his voice crying out "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph " as I snuck away to leave him to fix it.