This morning I spent a few enjoyable hours at the reloading bench, preparing cases for my new M1 Garand. It came with a can of Greek HXP, and I have begun the work towards getting registered with the CMP so I can buy more.... but it's clear that is a well soon to go dry.
Given the scarcity of factory loads suitable for the Grand Garand, the answer is obvious.... I will load my own.
So, all my assorted 30-06 cases went into the big polisher yesterday. This morning.... full length size, re-polish, trim to length, debur flash holes, true up primer pockets, polish inside necks... all the things that help make hand loads special.
In the workshop, with music playing softly and the heaters keeping it comfortable, it's possible to mentally shift and become so focused on the job at hand... the rest of the world goes away.
Repetitive motions... insert, tighten, twist, remove, twist, spin, twist, flip, spin, insert..... and repeat till the bin is empty of waiting shell casings. All with the mind focused intently on the job at hand, alert solely to any issues, problems, or oddities. No room for wandering thoughts and no consciousness to spare for the world's problems.
Does my M1 really need ammunition loaded to this level of exactness? By no means. It's not a national match rifle, nor am I an astounding marksman. That said... why not make it as good as I can? There is a satisfaction to understanding the process, and doing it as well as one possibly can.
Yes, a hand loader can get lost in the work, till minutes become hours, and suddenly half the day is gone.
Princess called, and I never even heard the phone ring......
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