I was in search of old bottles in downtown Sacramento by the Amtrak station when I came across a nice little drainage area. I dug around with a shovel and my hands for awhile. I found an assortment of bottles that were dated between 1920-1950. And as I was uncovering the bottles I plucked out this gun like Little Jack Horner did with the plum. It is an old .22 six shooter. The wooden handle is completely disintegrated and the metal is rusted over. Needless to say, this was the find of the day. I cannot help but to wonder how it had made its way to the drainage area. Perhaps it was inoperable and cast aside. Or perhaps it was an old murder weapon long forgotten about.