I remember my Dad liked to fish and hike, shoot and hunt occasionally, owned guns and never had much time to do any of that, between working full time, raising kids, fixing stuff, and being a deacon helping out poor folks (well, even poorer than us). He's been gone over 30 years but something reminds me of him most every day.
When I started casting a bit ago, I remembered some 10 lb slugs of lead that were in my Dad's garage since forever. (Most of the contents of that garage is now in mine). They were some of the first to get melted. I also recalled a tin can full of wheel weights, but when I found it there was only a half dozen. I was grateful for what I can get, that's another handful of boolits. Still, I wondered what happened to all those wheel weights I remembered.
Today I was cleaning up the garage (not my favorite job, I'd rather be casting, sizing, lubing, reloading or shooting) and I found this!
The distractions on the left are letter and number stamps, disguising the true contents. Some of them are stamped "Firestone". Most are fatter then you see today, before P-Metric tires and reshaped wheel rims. A couple newer looking ones were added by my Brother and me over the years, I am pretty sure.
There is also a bit of sheet lead and a solder bar. Now why would he save a combination like that? Perhaps he had some retirement hobby plans he never got to.
I don't usually take pictures of wheel weights, but this one I couldn't pass up. They'll get put to their intended use, to be sure, but I think I may save them for some special batch of somethin'. I'll have to figure out exactly what, but there's no rush.