So was it still loaded? I hope not because we know guns can just go off and shoot someone. I think. If it had ammo, that might be interesting, too.
And the movie Jerimiah Johnson? Didn't he find Cactus Jack's gun with a note? Maybe the note blew off this gun. I wonder if anyone looked around for human bones, or Griz bones?
What did I find? An old single barrel shotgun, in an outhouse behind the door. Who ever heard of an inward opening door? Well the old codger who lived up Eagle Creek had one. We used to go hunting there in the fall. A friend had a "farm" up on top of the hill. His access was up a lane. Down at the road, which wasn't much of a road, an old guy had his house. It was a farm house he'd built before WWI. His wife up and died, but he kept on living there. Some days I'd just get tired and would walk down to wait for my father and our friend. So I did the natural, I'd walk over and talk to the old guy. He liked company, even if it was a young boy. And he'd shoot his deer every year from his throne. Seems all the deer cam down the draw and lane, then across his garden (some stopped for a snack) and across the road for some water at the creek.
He'd pick out his deer early in the fall, well before the season. He had a routine, as did the deer. He'd go out the back door and to his outhouse. And he'd sit for a spell. On opening day, the deer would come past and he'd shoot his pick. The season started at dawn, and he'd kind of smile when asked if it was "dawn". Didn't matter much to him. He'd lived there for maybe 60 years. So he kept his shotgun in the outhouse.
When I went to visit one year, he wasn't there. So I wandered out to the outhouse and sure enough, the old shotty was still propped up where it had been. Shells were still on the "shelf", too. The shelf was just a 2x4 nailed between 2 studs. Just a few. Made me pretty sorry.
So I stopped at the next house down the road and asked. He'd been carted away and was down in town at an old folks home. So I drove down and asked. Yep, he was there but not able to care for himself. So I found his room and he really lit up. Guess he didn't know anyone else. And I asked him if he'd like to go back, just to see the place. He did and it only took me an hour. I asked him about his shotgun, and he said "just leave it". About a year later I stopped again, and he wasn't able to leave the building. I stopped up at the homestead, fully overgrown. And the shotgun and shells were gone. Guess someone else wanted them.