beatledog7
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The first rounds I ever handloaded were some relatively tame .38SPL 158-gr LRNs. I had built a batch of fifty, before I knew better.
The first chance I got, I hit the range. I had Lane 7 of 7, and the closest shooter was way down in 2 or 3.
I loaded five into my 642. The first trigger pull with one of these was bound to be a tense moment, kind of like my first time diving from 40', but I knew from that experience that the way to do it was to just do it. I'd done everything by the book, so I took aim and without hesitating squeezed off a round.
Bang! Not KABOOM! Not a lot of perceived recoil. Four more squeezes, and four more bangs. More smoke than I expected, but that's the lube, I had read. Then it hit me, and I probably grinned a mile. I just fired my own handloads and survived! A very memorable moment.
I hauled in the target and looked at the group: five into <3" at 7 yards. Not anything stellar, but as good a group as I had been getting with factory reloaded 158-gr SWCs.
I was hooked.
The first chance I got, I hit the range. I had Lane 7 of 7, and the closest shooter was way down in 2 or 3.
I loaded five into my 642. The first trigger pull with one of these was bound to be a tense moment, kind of like my first time diving from 40', but I knew from that experience that the way to do it was to just do it. I'd done everything by the book, so I took aim and without hesitating squeezed off a round.
Bang! Not KABOOM! Not a lot of perceived recoil. Four more squeezes, and four more bangs. More smoke than I expected, but that's the lube, I had read. Then it hit me, and I probably grinned a mile. I just fired my own handloads and survived! A very memorable moment.
I hauled in the target and looked at the group: five into <3" at 7 yards. Not anything stellar, but as good a group as I had been getting with factory reloaded 158-gr SWCs.
I was hooked.