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With gas money what are those primers costing you?

These might be of interest to someone.

No shiit!! My combined gas and electric bill for June was $72 and change. Its been perfect. Warm enough to not need the furnace, cool enough to not need AC. 68* right now at 12:30 pm

A tent is merely a flimsy cover that keeps the next meal fresh and dry!

68* and wet. Like rained cats and dogs kind of wet this morning. Now its just humid. Tomorrow is supposed to hit 63*

Spent almost 3 years living in @shooterrex's neck of the woods. Find La Grange on his map above. First summer down there we had 3-4 weeks of 90-100* heat with 90-100% humidity. The hot humid would slap you in the face when you left the house in the afternoon. I'll take WI winters over KY summers any time. People complaining about 60-70% humidity are pussies!

Ah yes! Good old Uncle Ted!

3:30 pm 54*

40 something outside this morning when I got up. I turned the furnace on to knock the chill down in the house. 50* outside, 68* inside right now at 11:30 am.

You can still ski on it! Just don't stay in it for very long, wetsuit or no. Water that smooth on Lake Superior is rare, even around the Apostle Islands.

I thought you were my slave! Oh wait........ you're my brass whore. Sorry for any confusion, carry on with the regularly scheduled shenanigans.

From Field Ethos No Brakes, Think Fast, Don't Die By Scott Longman The brake pedal went right to the floor. He was doing sixty and approaching four lanes of heavy cross traffic. Our case study is a guy we know who goes by “Mr. Mopar.” His project car was a ‘64 Dodge that had been born with a modest six-cylinder engine. He supplanted it with a high-performance 383 out of a ’70 Road Runner. Although he wisely replaced the transmission with the one from the ‘Runner, he let common sense take a powder on the rest of the stock drivetrain, including particularly the rear U-joint. Upon hitting the street, the first worthy adversary he encountered was pedigreed in Stuttgart—no further invitation required. The light changed, they both went at it, and for a glorious few seconds, his wrenchwork was explosively vindicated. He slam-shifted into second gear, then slammed into third. Slam-shifting places enormous stress on a drivetrain, even if it had been designed to withstand the torque being put through it. Here, the rear U-joint wasn’t even close, and it went all Democratic on him, leaving the four-foot-long steel driveshaft to flail wildly, alternately tearing up pavement like a backhoe and rearranging the floorpan like a baseball bat rearranges tin foil, until the yoke splines slipped out and it screamed out from the under car. But before it did, it tornadoed through the single brake line plumbed astern (only one in 1964) and likewise snarfed the parking brake cable. So Mr. Mopar was doing maybe 60 miles an hour, half a block from a very busy, four lane cross street with zero brakes. He tried the immediate action drill of all serious drivers: he downshifted. Downshifting changes the mechanical ratios by which the engine relates to the drive wheels, and, therefore, to the road. The engine has friction and compression and energy-eating reciprocating mass which can serve to function as an indirect brake. It didn’t work for Mr. Mopar because his transmission was as disconnected as Lynn Cheney. He then depressed the parking brake pedal. That has to be done with modulated care, because it might lock up the rear wheels, which is a surefire way to lose control. Well, he was saved from that peril, in that the driveshaft had also taken out the parking brake cable. So, Mr. Mopar figured out that he had no hydraulics, no downshifting and no parking brake. What’s left? The slalom. Slaloming is a potentially fine way to lose control of the car, but given high-speed, certain impact as an alternative, it was looking pretty good. In this move, the driver aggressively swings the car back and forth along the line of travel, as if slaloming around traffic cones as vehemently as Isaac Newton will let him. The resultant scrub on the tires can bleed off a substantial amount of speed, assuming you don’t go into oversteer and have the rear end turn on you like the National Archives. Mr. Mopar did his best to slalom, but it wasn’t quite enough. He was still doing flank speed nearing the intersection, so he took the E-3 option: he Employed the Extrinsic Environment. To his right was a drainage ditch, punctuated with barriers of driveways into a strip mall and then a gas station. Had he gone into the ditch, the driveways would’ve brought things to a horribly entropic conclusion. To his left, across the oncoming lanes, however, was a shallow swale, a slight hill, and an unfenced golf course, to include a very nice green. He recalled it was a public course, so his decision was made. He put the Dodge into the swale, losing velocity, up the hill, losing more velocity and continued his slalom along a soft, yielding and heretofore immaculate carpet of Bagger Vance’s dreams. The Kentucky grass did a splendid job of converting his kinetic energy into greenskeeper’s ischemic trauma. Exhaling for a very long moment, he stepped out, surveyed the damage, noted an absence of apparently interested witnesses, and then, with characteristic panache, jogged across the street to the gas station. There he negotiated towing services, and further negotiated remarkable memory impairment, getting the Dodge home—sans divot fees. And, presumably, a better set of U-joints.

Sometimes it seems you can intimidate $hit to work with the threat of using said hammer.

Yup, 64 right now. Good genes, clean living, blah blah blah. Now this damn knee has me feeling like an old man and walking like my grandpa did.

Knees aren't any fun either when every step hurts. I'll be looking for a replacement when I hit 65 in January.

I can recommend a 5" barrel 300 BLK.

Just wait until I post a picture of that little beast in two pieces sleeping in its case. You'll be wanting one too!

Ordered one of these just now.... To go on this... If I use a standard length pistol tube it won't even add any length to LOP. I will be able to leave the upper attached to the lower and taking off the tube/brace it will fit inside a 17" laptop case with room for mags.

the 29 pieces-----yes

A Lee factory crimp die is your friend. It is the last stage of the press for every load I do. Set it so it leaves a very slight ring around the mouth of the case. Just that you can barely see it.

Then there is Billy!

That looks like here! I'm not even snowblowing the driveway. Came home this afternoon and packed it down with the truck backing in and out. Nature delivered it....nature can remove it.

I went with a .375 Socom. .458 Socom necked down to .375. Its a bit flatter shooting than the .458 but still a thumper, and in an AR15 sized package. Brass and bullets are a bit tough to find but my stockpile got put up before all the Covid craziness set in. Its codenamed "the Cannon".

@Hooch In the bullet dept. I have an unused but opened box of 55 grain Barnes Varmint-aTor bullets for .243. This is a box of 100 projectiles, not loaded bullets. If they interest you send me a PM and we can figure something out.

Whats not to goggle? Looking doesn't get you in trouble like touching and