Seedy Character
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Incident 1. Back in my college days, 4 of us had made a trip to my grandparents for a weekend of running the creeks, blowing off steam and burning mass quantities of powders.
Saturday afternoon, we are hearing some talking and laughing. We find 5 boys, appeared to be 11-12 yo, with a Coleman pump up pellet rifle and a Daisy Red Ryder, shooting at the primer of a .50 BMG round stuck bullet down in a mud bank.
They were not happy when I took the round.
Incident 2.
I had been cleaning the shop and reloading bench. Had a box with ~15 shotshells that has bad crimps, wrinkled hulls, or whatever I deemed them as culls.
I carry them in the house and sit down. I have a can to dump shot in. Pull and save the was. Dump the powder into an ashtray and sit the hulls to the side, to pull the primers.
I finished and took the hulls to the shop and pushed the primers out.
I had finished the primers and was headed in, when a flash, hear 2 screams and Wife is calling me everything except my name.
I walk in and begin laughing hysterically.
My daughter has come over. I had been on her case about smoking, especially in my house.
She heard the shop door and dropped her cigarette into the ashtray full of powders.
She doesn't smoke in my house.
Saturday afternoon, we are hearing some talking and laughing. We find 5 boys, appeared to be 11-12 yo, with a Coleman pump up pellet rifle and a Daisy Red Ryder, shooting at the primer of a .50 BMG round stuck bullet down in a mud bank.
They were not happy when I took the round.
Incident 2.
I had been cleaning the shop and reloading bench. Had a box with ~15 shotshells that has bad crimps, wrinkled hulls, or whatever I deemed them as culls.
I carry them in the house and sit down. I have a can to dump shot in. Pull and save the was. Dump the powder into an ashtray and sit the hulls to the side, to pull the primers.
I finished and took the hulls to the shop and pushed the primers out.
I had finished the primers and was headed in, when a flash, hear 2 screams and Wife is calling me everything except my name.
I walk in and begin laughing hysterically.
My daughter has come over. I had been on her case about smoking, especially in my house.
She heard the shop door and dropped her cigarette into the ashtray full of powders.
She doesn't smoke in my house.