We have always lived out from town. 20 acres at that time, basically such that you could take a chainsaw and cut yourself a door in our old home place and nobody would wonder... as long as you got down the drive without being seen. Got burglarized while at work and they stole guns and stuff. This was bout 2 weeks after a giant Halloween party my brother threw. I mean freakin' part-tay where 100 people showed up, friends of friends of friends kinda thing. Be mindful of who gets into your house, invited. Some of them will want to come back...
I learned my lesson.
We had a convenience store, Mom and Dad's second "career," although I was the one doing the 80 hr weeks. Had my old .410 single barrel Stevens (my first gun when I was 7) behind the counter, more or less as a snake gun. Somebody tore the door off the place (again out in the country) one night and took beer, cigs, coins from the pool tables and poker machine, and my ole .410. Sheriff took my report. About 6 weeks later got a call from the Sheriff. Picked some ahole up dwi and found my lil slip of paper hidden under the butt plate of the .410 w/ my name etc., serial numbers matched just like I'd told him. Was able to charge him with the break-in as well. That was a long time ago, still have that lil ole .410.