Cleaned a bunch of .44 brass in the polisher I keep over at Ians, since he’s got all that unused electricity just laying around. Yesterday LB and I went up to the reloading shack to prep the cases: If I ever get the powder, I’m going to do an article on light loads in big cases with a bunch of different powders since I’ve been very unsatisfied with my current light-load recipe. Anyway, I’ll need a bunch of cases because I’ll be cooking up a bunch of different loads.
Anyway, point is, I haven’t exactly been abusing this brass lately. Yeah, I went through some abusively heavy powder charges for the first couple of years I shot .44, but I’m over that now. Big rings of fire and throw-the-gun-over-your-head recoil stop being fun when your age starts with the number six and all those broken bones and abused joints come back to haunt you. The peaceful, contemplative life, that’s what I’m all about. Yeah.