A tangent of this is "why on Earth do you have all those guns?"
It's a sign of the late-stages of gun-nuttery when you've run out of hidey holes and stashes for guns and ammo and your house begins to look an awful lot like the ones on that show Hoarders, except instead of old boxes of old magazines and supplies, you have boxes of magazines, and .. oh different kind of magazines...
When every corner of every room in the house has a rifle leaning in it, you just might be a gun nut.
When every slot in your gun cabinet is full and you kick yourself for not buying a bigger cabinet, you just might be a gun nut.
When you're on a first name basis with the proprietor of every gun shop within 100 miles and when you walk in it is like a scene from Cheers ("Norm!"), you just might be a gun nut.
When friends call you at 11:30 at night on a work night, wake you up, and ask you reloading questions, but you don't CARE, you just might be a gun nut.
When keeping firearms clean, inventoried, and oiled becomes a full time job, you just might be a gun nut.
When you sit alone in your reloading room running your hands through boxes of empty brass casings whispering "my preciousssss", you just might be a gun nut.. and a Tolkien geek. Seek medical assistance.
When you stop in the middle of a sentence while talking to someone at the range after spotting a lonely rifle brass casing off in the weeds and you become a mindless zombie that feels compelled to go pick it up at the expense of dignity and comraderie, you just might be a gun nut.
When you Google "largest gun safe" or "how to build a gun vault" you just might be a gun nut.
When your trigger finger has a callous that peels, you just might be a gun nut.
When you drive to get groceries but accidentally find yourself on autopilot driving to the shooting range you frequent, you just might be a gun nut.
When winter comes and you bitch and moan about not being able to hit the shooting range after work because it's dark out when you leave, you just might be a gun nut.
When you spend your winter loading ammunition and can estimate the onset of spring more accurately than the Farmer's Almanac by how high the pile of loaded ammunition is, you just might be a gun nut.
When your wife asks for a printed shopping cart from Midway USA because she can't figure out what to buy you for Christmas, you might just be a gun nut. (this actually happened, BTW.. I love my old lady)