My buddy said I looked like a hobo picking up cigarette butts. My turn now............
The brass whores are so bad where I shoot that I have to mark my cases with a red Sharpie. They remind me of the “lot lizards” trolling at the truck stops.
clucking quietly now to ourselves.
Ever think of starting a new hobby. All that brass melted down and home cast into something useful and attractive. YouTube channels abound on the subject.I sit here and smile about all my non-reloading friends who are regularly (or were) dropping off bags of 380, 9, 38, 357, 44, and 45acp/45 C. 223, I'll never get them sorted much less loaded. About time to get my bullet foundry set back up.
Ever think of starting a new hobby. All that brass melted down and home cast into something useful and attractive. YouTube channels abound on the subject.
A brass AR lower is unbelievably heavy but it’s beautiful. It would also be a really nice way to run it in a bit on the ones saying your dumb for scrounging.Ever think of starting a new hobby. All that brass melted down and home cast into something useful and attractive. YouTube channels abound on the subject.
Funny, last year a time at the range, I shot some 380s. I couldn't find them all. I went back a few weeks later with my daughter, and lo and behold, I found them. I knew they were mine, as they had my sharpie mark on the head.I shoot outdoors at my farm. But, I agree with the easter egg poster. When I find a casing that I had missed previously I get such a sense of satisfaction. That is pretty darn weird.
I also assume I am not the only one that laments not finding all 20 of the rifle round cases that you just fired. Finding only 18 out of 20 is just distressing nowadways. That is some crazy psychology going on. I do feel like I just lost money by not finding 100%.
A brass AR lower is unbelievably heavy but it’s beautiful. It would also be a really nice way to run it in a bit on the ones saying your dumb for scrounging.