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I wrote this short note to my Brenda yesterday who is visiting with our son while I am keeping the homesite safe due to the unseasonably cold and then exceptionally dangerous storms that Mother Nature has brought us during these Christmas Holidays.
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“Been a busy day. Got in an indoor ride early (actually two rides due to a mid-ride break caused the GPS to save half the ride) Got my hair cut, did some shooting at the range, ate a rather disappointing lunch at Johnny’s (can you beleive it?) then home. Picked up sticks around the yard that were blown down by the storm, went for a walk, and
then sized, and deprived two different sets of 6.5 brass. Y’all having a good one. And how is Bandit doing? “
Poor Brass. I am sure far lefters all over the nation are preparing to bring criminal charges against me for
depriving my brass of their just
deserts. I give my brass all the love they deserve. How could they ask for more???
for the serious side of this post. Yesterday evening, I went for a different tack. Normally, I give the brass a good cleaning, then size and
de-prime. Due to time restraints, yesterday, seeing that the brass was not terribly dirty, had only modest carbon stains on the neck, I went on and lubed them, resized them. Then started their deep cleaning. Right or wrong, and not a procedure I would normally use, but as said, I need a good number of rounds to shoot for the upcoming few days.