I successfully hid my guns from my dad’s friends.

So, my dad and I sold the house we had lived in for the past thirty years. We have been packing up the last month to move in to a new place. Well, my dad’s friends wanted to come by to see the house one last time before we moved out. <br><br>So, I live in a blue county, in a blue state. Our governor is “I’m not dictating shit” Whitmer. So I was expecting them to be left leaning. I recently got a new AR, so I was trying to figure out how to hide it from them. <br><br>I looked at it, then looked at the back of my closet, and it clicked. It was just the right length to fit behind my clothes as long as I folded the stock. Problem solved. <br><br>Then I went on to my rifle. I recently had to get a new scope for it so it had been on the back of my closet. There was only one place for it to go. <br><br>So now both my guns had been “successfully” hidden in the same place. I was just hoping if they went in my room, they would not look in my closet, because I could not move them now.<br><br>They came and went, two days later, and I only caught them in my room for a minute. Mission success.