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...try umpteenzillion spent primers in a truck bed.
Please note: at no time were any vacuums harmed in this incident...
Well...
It is like this. Once upon a time [tm] I had as many as Eleven Shotshell reloaders up and running. You know how you just get all them spent primers in the plastic bin...and got to do something with them.
You metallic folks can relate [please someone raise hand, wave, nod..something].
Remember I done kilt 5 vacuums in my ...err...reloading career, seems live primers and vacuums don't get along too well.
So back when vacuum #2 was kilt , I just started dumping these into cardboard box, big one. Cardboard has soul, kept the dogs out of stuff, and the good Rubbermaid totes were used for more important stuff...like the gazillion hulls, and reloaded shells...priorities you understand.
I "thought" that box got chunked when I moved ...on a move a long time ago. Seems one of the fellas that helped me move put in the storage room instead.
Hey, this is no big deal, I'm a guy and I gots a truck. <grunt> Box is not as strong as it once was but I got in the truck bed.
"Come on out and say hello" a fella had called an invite.
"I need to dump some stuff first".
"Oh bring it, we'll use the dumpster at the office, meet me there then we will head to the house".
Do you know how much ...did you ever stop to think...?
Getting the box into the dumpster was easy. It was very light as the all the spent primers decided to fall out of the bottom and stay in my truck bed.
Why do wives of friends drive up at the times they do?
"Honey, you offer him the office vacuum and I will shoot you."
"What about the Shop Vacuum?"
"That falls under office vacuum as well and that means a shooting is gonna happen".
I have a heavy rubber cargo mat in my truck bed btw, not that a broom did much good at the beginning anyway, primers stick when they are not supposed to and go every which-a-way when they ain't.
I got to use the office shovel though and not get either one of us guys shot.
The push broom was fun...
Women say men get in the way when they sweep. Ha! This is NOT a male stereotype thing. Women get in the way too.
The cargo mat gets lifted up, I am "trying" to use a regular broom and I got this wife, getting in my way. I have to stop so I won't hit her hands, or she grabs the broom to stop me. Her husband was no help, he is supposed to be on my side, being a guy and all. He does not hide laughter very well, not at all.
"Stop...would you please stop for second?"
Shotgun hulls, 9mm, 45ACP, .357, .44 mag, .38spl, 30-30, '06, .223 ( I don't own a .223, how'd that get back there?) She was picking brass out of my truck bed. Amazing the stuff that gets under a mat, and around the toolbox.
Oh and she kept my brass, had a baggie in her car, must be a gal thing...
Well, I got rid of some spent primers, my truck bed is clean, and I didn't kilt any vacuum cleaners.
"Just how many shells did you reload, to end of with a "collection of primers ?" she asked.
"Well I was shooting 25k a year in 12 ga alone, hard to figure the other 3 gauges. I could not park my vehicle in the garage, and basically...".
"Honey" The husband interupted. " He had Eleven reloaders going at the time".
Oh heavens...and I thought our set-up was bad with what we have on hand..."
Maybe he will get that new additional reloading stuff sooner than expected. Like the storage stuff and all...
I don't think I need to make mention of dumping spent primers on a regular basis though.
Who says reloading is not fun, stimulating, interesting and therapeutic?
She did let me sweep the .22lr brass out...
Please note: at no time were any vacuums harmed in this incident...
Well...
It is like this. Once upon a time [tm] I had as many as Eleven Shotshell reloaders up and running. You know how you just get all them spent primers in the plastic bin...and got to do something with them.
You metallic folks can relate [please someone raise hand, wave, nod..something].
Remember I done kilt 5 vacuums in my ...err...reloading career, seems live primers and vacuums don't get along too well.
So back when vacuum #2 was kilt , I just started dumping these into cardboard box, big one. Cardboard has soul, kept the dogs out of stuff, and the good Rubbermaid totes were used for more important stuff...like the gazillion hulls, and reloaded shells...priorities you understand.
I "thought" that box got chunked when I moved ...on a move a long time ago. Seems one of the fellas that helped me move put in the storage room instead.
Hey, this is no big deal, I'm a guy and I gots a truck. <grunt> Box is not as strong as it once was but I got in the truck bed.
"Come on out and say hello" a fella had called an invite.
"I need to dump some stuff first".
"Oh bring it, we'll use the dumpster at the office, meet me there then we will head to the house".
Do you know how much ...did you ever stop to think...?
Getting the box into the dumpster was easy. It was very light as the all the spent primers decided to fall out of the bottom and stay in my truck bed.
Why do wives of friends drive up at the times they do?
"Honey, you offer him the office vacuum and I will shoot you."
"What about the Shop Vacuum?"
"That falls under office vacuum as well and that means a shooting is gonna happen".
I have a heavy rubber cargo mat in my truck bed btw, not that a broom did much good at the beginning anyway, primers stick when they are not supposed to and go every which-a-way when they ain't.
I got to use the office shovel though and not get either one of us guys shot.
The push broom was fun...
Women say men get in the way when they sweep. Ha! This is NOT a male stereotype thing. Women get in the way too.
The cargo mat gets lifted up, I am "trying" to use a regular broom and I got this wife, getting in my way. I have to stop so I won't hit her hands, or she grabs the broom to stop me. Her husband was no help, he is supposed to be on my side, being a guy and all. He does not hide laughter very well, not at all.
"Stop...would you please stop for second?"
Shotgun hulls, 9mm, 45ACP, .357, .44 mag, .38spl, 30-30, '06, .223 ( I don't own a .223, how'd that get back there?) She was picking brass out of my truck bed. Amazing the stuff that gets under a mat, and around the toolbox.
Oh and she kept my brass, had a baggie in her car, must be a gal thing...
Well, I got rid of some spent primers, my truck bed is clean, and I didn't kilt any vacuum cleaners.
"Just how many shells did you reload, to end of with a "collection of primers ?" she asked.
"Well I was shooting 25k a year in 12 ga alone, hard to figure the other 3 gauges. I could not park my vehicle in the garage, and basically...".
"Honey" The husband interupted. " He had Eleven reloaders going at the time".
Oh heavens...and I thought our set-up was bad with what we have on hand..."
Maybe he will get that new additional reloading stuff sooner than expected. Like the storage stuff and all...
I don't think I need to make mention of dumping spent primers on a regular basis though.
Who says reloading is not fun, stimulating, interesting and therapeutic?
She did let me sweep the .22lr brass out...
