Just joined Free Talk Live as an AMPlifier. I recommend the show--basically, it's the official radio talk show of the Free State Project, of which I am a member. Please click the links and check them out.
Finally got 50 .284 Winchester brass yesterday to load for my K31. Did 'em up last night. The 7.5mm Swiss brass seems to be available only from the Swedish Norma company. Excellent brass, but at basically $1 FRN each, it's a bit more than I'd like to pay. I'm sure I'll buy more from them, but the .284 Winchester seems to work fine, and is cheaper at approximately 35 cents each. I'm supposed to be getting another 50 brass today, as well as 100 .284 bullets to load in my 7x57mm Mauser.
I picked up the Lee dies for my 7mm Mauser last weekend at a gun show in Montgomery. It was a small show, but pretty decent, and not too far away. It's the first gun show I've been to in Alabama--most of them seem to be held way up in the North end of the state--and I'm not really inclined to drive 4+ hours to get there. I did find a good deal on gun powder--I got my preferred powder (Hodgedons 4350) for $17/lb. I usually buy it locally for $29/lb--so great deal.
For those who don't already know, I die in most of my dreams. And I don't mean I wake up just as I'm about to die--I actually die, then wake up. That old thing about dying for real if you die in your dream is BS. Anyway, as I said, I die in most of my dreams--so often that I rarely remember any details of my dreams anymore. Most of the time, the reason I die in my dreams is because someone else does something stupid that gets me killed. Which explains why I'm always so irritated in the mornings when I wake up.
Anyway, the point of that is to lead into a dream I had just before I woke up yesterday. I didn't die--but I reckon I was working up to it. I don't remember all the details. I know that for some reason, I'd been shot 6 times. Now, that's not the part that really irritates me--I'm not sure why I was shot--it's possible I deserved it. Anyway, there were two things I was worried about in this dream. First, for some reason I remember I was extremely agitated because in the course of the gun fight, someone knocked my mail box off its post. I don't know why it bothered me so much, but it did in the dream for some reason. But second, and more seriously, I spent a good bit of the dream trying to get to a telephone, because I needed to call in sick to work--I guess having 6 bullet holes in you qualifies as being sick. I don't know why I was so worried about that. I take it as a sign I need to quit this damn job.
Anyway, I've just spent the last 3 hours arguing politics and moral principles and military tactics and such with my roommate/shooting buddy, Prashant, and now we're gonna go hit the evil corporate Walmart and then Golden Corral. Hopefully my brass and bullets will be here when I get back.
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