While shooting this morning I was suddenly reminded that Ian had left almost 1000 9mm cases in the sand at the range, almost two weeks ago.
On the other hand I have gotten back into reloading, at pretty much exactly the same historical moment that 9mm has disappeared from the shelves. So if I or a neighbor were to get a 9mm, a supply of cases would be desirable. Right?
Unfortunately this turned into one of those chores – chores that always remind me of jobs foisted on me when I was a bored, impatient teenager, that never seem done: Every time you think you’re wrapping it up, you turn over one more rock or hoe one more weed or scrape the paint or drag the rake “one last time” and find out you’ve barely begun. There’s always more, and you have to keep going.
After about an hour in the sun, 66-year-old Joel told his inner guilt-driven teenager to stuff a sock in it.
So I didn’t get anywhere near 1000 cases – but I got quite a few. And being prepared for that means it’s most likely I’ll never have a need for them. 🙂