wads and more wads.
I might order a few and try them. I'vd alway been the same way. I used grease because that's what I was taught. I started squirrel hunting with an old .32 that belonged to Grandpaw when I turned 12 years old. Of course that was years before they invented Crisco. (I guess it was. I know my mother used regular lard all the time in the kitchen, because she would portion me out some now and then; some to rub into my leather shoes and some for that rifle.) Dad never did mess with it much, I don't reckon. He used an old sawed off single shot 12 guage shotgun. There wasn't any deer or such in that part of the country when I was growing up, but I did my dead level best to keep the small game population under control. It alway's ended up cleaned and in my momma's kitchen. My uncle gave me my first 1858 when I was almost 15. I have no idea where he got it. It wasn't new by a long shot, but it was a good shooter. I didn't get to shoot it much, because there wasn't anything around there that required that heavy load, plus it used a lot of powder, plus I had to make my own balls.(with my Uncle's help)....Awww, Steve and Mec and all of you! Those were good days....I might, maybe, possibly, try a few of those cards. My .31 stay's loaded all the time....I am so glad I found this site. It give's me a chance to kind of vent to people with common likes. I do have some stories I could tell, if I ever had the chance to sit still long enough to tell them. Like about that time years ago when I was 16 years old, and I was coon hunting with Daddy's old dog, an old coal oil lantern, and that 1858. The dog treed. I remember that real good, because that was the night I shined that ol' coon's eyes with that lantern, (he was way up there) pulled the trigger on that .44 and had a chain fire, dropped the lantern, oil ran out, caught all the dry leaves and all on fire, and believe you me; it was real exciting around there for about an hour!..Ya'll have a good one...Glen