...yesterday on the Dillon 650. For some reason I have more trouble with my 650, which is set up to run .357 cowboy stuff, than my ancient 550s (including one that was upgraded from an original 400/450) and my ritzy-titzy 1050 that cranks out .45 ACPs. It's one small problem after another...I even sent the thing back to Dillon at one point. They overhauled it, and it's still a pain in ass. I ran up 300 or so Unique/158-gr LaserCast rounds, so we could get in a practice session today in between thunderstorms. Maybe my 650 is suffering from the hellish pain of incipient racism...
Practice went well...it'd been at least a week since I heard guns go bang, so I was more or less in withdrawal. My Sweetie is shooting extremely well, BTW.
I even went crazy and cooked last night...wild sockeye salmon, seared on top of the stove, then sorta poached in my own tamari-wasabi-honey-worcestershire sauce-Tabasco marinade. I wanted to grill it outside, but up here in Secret Hidden Bunker we're still trapped in the brutal grip of global warming, so it's cool and rainy every day. I served it along with fresh corn on the cob.
BTW, am watching HIGH NOON for the umteenth time...sadly, we all live in Hadleyville now.