I remember watching a guy burn through a box of Winchester 45acp ball at an outdoor range I used to visit. A bunch of guys in the next bay watched as he packed up and as soon as he was in his car they were all over that brass like chickens to scratch! I got a good chuckle.....
Keith
Mom and I were eating at a burger/beer/pizza joint for lunch one day. There was a large office luncheon going on at one of the large tables, around 14 people.
Three guys walked in, placed their order and sat at a nearby table.
Even before the luncheon broke up, one of the three guys stood up and actually stood there and waited for the last four guys to leave. Before the four guys even got to the door, this guy was collecting every left over piece of pizza on their table. He even took one of their pizza tins to pile his booty onto. Then he went over to the kitchen counter to get a go box. The two guys he was with were obviously embarrassed by this whole thing.
Made me wonder if this guy had a woman other than his mother, in his life.
Back on topic; I usually don't pick up range brass unless I know the brass was factory loaded. Usually one can tell by careful observation.
I just don't like having odd numbers of mixed headstamps of unknown origin.
