I haven’t been shooting a lot in the past year and a half because of that fall I took in October 2016 that tore my rotator cuff and turned me into a lefty. Shortly before that accident I had gone too far with the wrong powder in my quest for light .44 loads and produced hundreds of rounds which were…not quite disastrous in the form of squib loads, but exhibited shall we say unpredictable bullet paths due to extremely uneven powder ignition.
TL:DR version: These loads sprayed unburned powder everywhere and the bullets didn’t hit shit.
It was a pretty good winter for healing, and the shoulder has gradually improved to the point where I can draw and point the Tracker without having to consciously overcome pain. But the process went so long that I’d forgotten all about that unfortunate reloading session until Saturday after lunch when I took the Tracker and a tray of handloads out to the range, and then wondered how I had become such a bad shot…
Maybe after I get the reloading shack cleaned up from what the packrats have undoubtedly done to it during my absence, I should start by pulling a bunch of bullets and trying again.
