Friday, October 21, 2016

Happy Funtime Ball

Range trip soon.

There will be video.




  1. I grew up in Evansville!
    And my paternal grandfather had that exact same load, my pop still has the package, though I wouldn't trust sending those corroded bullets through anything.

  2. My box is full of WW2 vintage and in good shape. I had a metric shit-ton of it years ago that my old man or my uncle "acquired." This is the last of it. I will be using all of it shortly...probably on or after Election Day!

    Saving the brass, though...'cuz it's good stuff...even though I don't reload. yet.


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