The little Carry 45 1911 that I compared the revolver to has left my possession twice, after letting them shoot it, an old business acquaintance got it as a gift, and a customer bought it from me. They later returned it after being bored or finding another shiny bauble.
I think we are destined for each other.
It's wierd. When I aim that gun, I don't really aim, I look where I want to put a hole and it appears.
I have an old bow like that too.
I think that weapons are like dogs, sometimes they get lucky and meet the right owner.