Budda
11-04-2012, 11:14 AM
So, over last weekend, I reloaded 150 .38's with 125 cast lead bullets over 3.7grn of 700X. I am rather new to reloading and my father in law was helping look over my shoulder....we got to the powder and bullet step, and were adjusting the bullet seat depth. My father in law was showing me while I watched on as he would add powder a case, seat a bullet, check depth, adjust then repeat the process until he was satisfied with the depth. He then turn it over fully to me.....I grabbed a case put it in the press and added a bullet and pulled the lever...it looked PERFECT!! I was so happy that I quickly seated another, then another and another!!! LOOK AT THESE!! I showed my wife as she peeked in room...rolled her eyes and went back to watching soap-operas and eating Bon-Bons....(just kidding...but this is MY story). I was SOOOO pleased with how they were looking that I was holding a bright new .38 in my hand, rolling it around in my fingers and shining the light off its curves is when it happened......It hit me like a fat kid landing on your stomach in football practice.......I lost all my air....I looked over to the auto powder measure on the back of the press, I am sure I heard it laugh at me.......I turned around to my father in law who was putting a scope rail on his .30-30.......My face red with embarrassment.
"Lars", I said to get his attention, He looked up from his work. "Umm" i stuttered feeling more scared then asking for his permission to marry his best looking daughter. "I forgot to add powder".
Lars, lips went thin with disgust.....I about pooped my pants...."How many?" he asked calmly.
"I don't know" I said feeling an inch tall...."have your bullet puller?" I asked
He sighed and pulled out a box buried in a cabinet with his bullet puller.....we whacked three apart in about 15 mins we then decided to weigh them to sort them out but my brass is mixed and I did not know if they were consistent enough to be successful. So we weighed an empty case and a bullet thrown in to see what a no load looked like on the scale. So we counted 11 that I loaded with out powder. Good to go...
Fast forward 3 hours later, we drove out to our favorite shooting hole and shot 5 out of my Taurus 85 snub..... Perfect...5 bangs....5 dead hostile tomato cans at 25 feet. Feeling safe to reload another five rounds in my gun before the next wave of zombie cans came into range, I single actioned the next 5 rounds into another five hording cans.... Excellent....I then felt I was safe to grab the "big" gun...my 99% Colt Trooper MK III .357, I hurried before the last of the cans noticed their fallen brethren who died with valor just 40 feet away from me....these last 3 cans were about 50 yards away on this little ridge, looked like they got stuck in some sage brush. I took this opportunity to load the Colt with six of the .38's and slowly pull the hammer back to single action on these last bogies before my carnage is found out.....I two hand aimed and slowly started to squeeze the excellent no-slack trigger, and BANG! Dirt fllew up just a foot in front of the can.....I missed....Darn must be 60 yards not 50....I Set for single action again fast this time.... because my presence was well known to these last bogies....Bang...again...the report surprised me....a perfect trigger pull this time......Direct hit...the can back flipped out of the sage brush and rolled into a rock.....Two more to go.... set the hammer again.....slow squeeze......POW another down....the last can had tried to make a run for it rather than fight like his fallen buddies.....he was far left now...still about 60 yards...set trigger.........aim.......sqeeze and the hammer fell in slow motion....seemed like it took 5 seconds for the hammer to fall.....this felt like a scene from The Matrix.......then the hammer finaly made it to the transfer bar, and pushed the firing pin into the primer.......the next sound made my knees week and hair on the back of my neck go to full attention!
The sound.....how to explain.....it sounded like taking the lid off a chapstick too fast....or a finger out of a kids mouth while sucking on it...
"smmboonk" went the Colt......I found the last no-powder load I had put together, and it had lodged the bullet into the forcing cone, but no further......I was bummed.....I called my 7yr old over with his .22 and 4x scope to dispatch the last tomato juice can who was ROTFLHAO taunting me....(edited for language).
"Crack!" went the .22, the bullet found purchase at 60 yards and my 7yr old saved us from fate unknown.
I failed to dislodge the squib in the field....back to the Taurus 85 to finish off the last of the cans who were rolling around in pain at 25 yards...
"Here comes reinforcements!' I told my 7yr old...they snuck up to 25 feet again.... Round Two began.....with S&W, Ruger and Taurus.....Colt was never seen that day again.
And thus transpired on Saturday afternoon.
.......And I smiled.............
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"Lars", I said to get his attention, He looked up from his work. "Umm" i stuttered feeling more scared then asking for his permission to marry his best looking daughter. "I forgot to add powder".
Lars, lips went thin with disgust.....I about pooped my pants...."How many?" he asked calmly.
"I don't know" I said feeling an inch tall...."have your bullet puller?" I asked
He sighed and pulled out a box buried in a cabinet with his bullet puller.....we whacked three apart in about 15 mins we then decided to weigh them to sort them out but my brass is mixed and I did not know if they were consistent enough to be successful. So we weighed an empty case and a bullet thrown in to see what a no load looked like on the scale. So we counted 11 that I loaded with out powder. Good to go...
Fast forward 3 hours later, we drove out to our favorite shooting hole and shot 5 out of my Taurus 85 snub..... Perfect...5 bangs....5 dead hostile tomato cans at 25 feet. Feeling safe to reload another five rounds in my gun before the next wave of zombie cans came into range, I single actioned the next 5 rounds into another five hording cans.... Excellent....I then felt I was safe to grab the "big" gun...my 99% Colt Trooper MK III .357, I hurried before the last of the cans noticed their fallen brethren who died with valor just 40 feet away from me....these last 3 cans were about 50 yards away on this little ridge, looked like they got stuck in some sage brush. I took this opportunity to load the Colt with six of the .38's and slowly pull the hammer back to single action on these last bogies before my carnage is found out.....I two hand aimed and slowly started to squeeze the excellent no-slack trigger, and BANG! Dirt fllew up just a foot in front of the can.....I missed....Darn must be 60 yards not 50....I Set for single action again fast this time.... because my presence was well known to these last bogies....Bang...again...the report surprised me....a perfect trigger pull this time......Direct hit...the can back flipped out of the sage brush and rolled into a rock.....Two more to go.... set the hammer again.....slow squeeze......POW another down....the last can had tried to make a run for it rather than fight like his fallen buddies.....he was far left now...still about 60 yards...set trigger.........aim.......sqeeze and the hammer fell in slow motion....seemed like it took 5 seconds for the hammer to fall.....this felt like a scene from The Matrix.......then the hammer finaly made it to the transfer bar, and pushed the firing pin into the primer.......the next sound made my knees week and hair on the back of my neck go to full attention!
The sound.....how to explain.....it sounded like taking the lid off a chapstick too fast....or a finger out of a kids mouth while sucking on it...
"smmboonk" went the Colt......I found the last no-powder load I had put together, and it had lodged the bullet into the forcing cone, but no further......I was bummed.....I called my 7yr old over with his .22 and 4x scope to dispatch the last tomato juice can who was ROTFLHAO taunting me....(edited for language).
"Crack!" went the .22, the bullet found purchase at 60 yards and my 7yr old saved us from fate unknown.
I failed to dislodge the squib in the field....back to the Taurus 85 to finish off the last of the cans who were rolling around in pain at 25 yards...
"Here comes reinforcements!' I told my 7yr old...they snuck up to 25 feet again.... Round Two began.....with S&W, Ruger and Taurus.....Colt was never seen that day again.
And thus transpired on Saturday afternoon.
.......And I smiled.............
http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d98/Godzeera/image4-1.jpg
http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d98/Godzeera/image5-3.jpg