All those swaged nocks is a beautimous sight!
I just dispersed a horde of shafts into various nooks throughout the house. There is so much clutter, and hundreds of shafts, my poor husband has no clue when something else makes its way in here.
I used to store arrows in their quivers. They got full, so the pails came out. And cardboard tubes, trash cans and vases. Vases warp arrows.
They are standing in corners, carefully stashed in cardboard arrow boxes or MTM plastic cases. All my shelves along the wall have discrete stacks of arrows that were once segregated by spine and condition, but have intermarried now, and become a great melting pot of wood, carbon and aluminum pillars of society. The fixit piles are as big or bigger than the ready-to-go piles. I gotta sit down and rig up all these busted ones for kids to lose at ATAR or something. Literally, there is no place in this apartment that does not have an arrow in it. Well, maybe the shower and the cat box, but that would be easy to fix.
Killdeer