The lazy, hazy, crazy days of Summer best describes this weekend, Nat King Cole had the right idea.
For some reason, I am feeling out of gas and not too ambitious. My recent days start with a phone call or text message. A friend in Florida is calling; getting back into reloading and wants the benefit of my experience to avoid spending too much money. He stumbled into a man retiring from shooting with loads of brass and powder plus dies.
The admonition to stay inside due to the virus is on my mind plus I smashed my finger in the SAECO sizer while trying to correct an aberrant gascheck. The trip to the Emergency Room was interesting. I showed up with a wad of paper towels bled through and got immediate seating. The man wrapping me up asked what i was doing and I told him sizing bullets. This immediately lead to a discussion of pistol and rifle reloading. Breech-seating and Stevens 44 1/2 rifles were discussed. He's a reloader (pistol) and was fascinated by the Schuetzen game.
I'll be back in the reloading shed this afternoon finishing the sizing project. Enough bullets to finish out the year, then work to see what molds to keep and which molds to sell. I actually have more molds than I have competition rifles by a factor of 1.5, not that this situation is a bad thing.
Country boy from Illinois, living in the magical Pacific Northwest