So I finish up my shit-shoveling. Drop off some water for H that I’d picked up at D&L’s yesterday evening, when I went to get the tobacco that they picked up for me on their trip to the big town. I can go get the boys from Gitmo, or I can finish that 100 rounds of .45 that’s waiting at the reloading shack.
.45 it is.
Now, I don’t reload very much. I always mean to. I should work up some new .308 loads for my Browning. But the truth is I don’t enjoy being tied to a loading bench and there are always excuses not to. So it’s been quite a while since I’ve been in the shack to do more than drop off/pick up, y’know? And when it’s been a while since I loaded ammo, I get paranoid. I like to test-fire a new load before I go nuts seating bullets.
So I set the powder dumper, test it on Ian’s digital scale several times until I’m comfortable I’m getting a consistent dump. Dump powder charges in 100 cases. Take the dumper off the press, install the bullet seater die. Seat three bullets in three cases.
Remove the spare magazine from my belt. Unload three rounds, load the three new rounds. Unholster my pistol, drop the mag, crank in the mag with the three new rounds. Work the action, chamber a new round.
Put on the earmuffs that are right there on the bench.
Fire the pistol out the open window. Repeat. Repeat again. Don’t even have to get out of my chair.
Swap magazines, holster the pistol, reload the spare mag, return it to its pouch, remove the earmuffs. All’s well. Begin seating 97 bullets in 97 cases.
And while I’m doing that last thing, it occurs to me that there aren’t many places where you can get away with doing that. 😛
I hate you………. just so you know.
I can only get away with firing my 1957 Daisy BB gun out the kitchen window, and do so regularly.