Sometimes it's like you're in the hands of Fate. I went to a gun show once and was convinced that the long dry spell I'd suffered through would only continue. So I went to the show with only a nominal amount of money. Sure enough, there was a Stevens 44-1/2, pretty rare out west in any condition and quite attractively priced. Too bad I didn't have even that much money. I kicked myself for not taking my hobby more seriously for six weeks and went to another gun show in the same city. Amazingly, the rifle was there; for no good reason whatsoever it hadn't been snapped up. When I got it home, I found the number on the barrel, and its finish, didn't match that on the reblued receiver.
Over a year later, I was walking through another gun show, and there was a familiar-looking barrel. Same heavy bluing job, same number as the receiver of the rifle at home. Different guy selling it than the one who sold the rifle, too. Same attractively low price, so I scarfed it up. I was "meant" to have that rifle, for sure. Got a third barrel later, and, as the bores of all were badly pitted, relined them to .25-20 SS, .25-20 WCF and .25-21 for a three-barrel set.
The downside of such determinism is the punishment I generally get when I do turn my nose up at the offerings of Providence. I once failed to buy a bag of .25-20 SS brass, for the logical reason that I didn't have a .25-20 SS. A month later, I had bought the first of several .25-20 SS's and it was quite a while before I found any shells whatsoever (and never saw that baggie full again, either). Can't count the times I've walked past something on a table with the thought: "That's a good price; too bad it isn't in my line." Or, "A real barg there, but I promised myself not to start one more Project until I finished one of the ongoing ones." "Or, "do I really want another one of those? I've already got three." And the next pass by the table, all that stuff is gone.
Maybe I ought to hire myself out as one of those "shopping consultants".