Loading up a small mess of .40. about 300 rds. On the last 100 I load up my primer tray. It looks like this
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So you see how Lock and On are dangerously close together.. The little slide is also way sticky. It's easy not to snick it in the exact position especially at 4:30 am
So I go to load the full tray in my priming tool ... Lift it up and primers are bouncing around my messy arse work room on the carpet!
Like a freagin crack head who dropped some dope I am crawling around with a flash light moving debris and tool boxes trying to locate the 20 or so that fell out before I went all ninja and saved the rest.
I found all but one.
Not to be a quitter I continued to crawl around like an old turtle with no shell and blurry swollen eyes. My wife who is only a week from surgery and still wearing staples is crawling around looking too and flashlights are glowing but ...
It went to the place lost socks go never to be seen again.. I had to admit defeat and move on one primer short.
I wept a little. Not a blubbering, wet, snot filled weaping ... but a tear rolled from the corner of my eye and rolled down my face. I could taste the salty tear as I thought about that primer.
I tried to man up about it but ... With primers as easy to find as virgins at marde gras ... That one primer will always be the one that got away.
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So you see how Lock and On are dangerously close together.. The little slide is also way sticky. It's easy not to snick it in the exact position especially at 4:30 am
So I go to load the full tray in my priming tool ... Lift it up and primers are bouncing around my messy arse work room on the carpet!
Like a freagin crack head who dropped some dope I am crawling around with a flash light moving debris and tool boxes trying to locate the 20 or so that fell out before I went all ninja and saved the rest.
I found all but one.
Not to be a quitter I continued to crawl around like an old turtle with no shell and blurry swollen eyes. My wife who is only a week from surgery and still wearing staples is crawling around looking too and flashlights are glowing but ...
It went to the place lost socks go never to be seen again.. I had to admit defeat and move on one primer short.
I wept a little. Not a blubbering, wet, snot filled weaping ... but a tear rolled from the corner of my eye and rolled down my face. I could taste the salty tear as I thought about that primer.
I tried to man up about it but ... With primers as easy to find as virgins at marde gras ... That one primer will always be the one that got away.