Reduced to this....
 

Problem:

No hunting season availble to hunt.

We are currently undergoing a real decent snow storm... the weather guys call it blizzard conditions.... 7" of snow since last night... and like I said snowing really hard

So I am reduced to football and loading....

Well at least you have something to do. I don't reload and I don't watch football so all that leaves is cleaning my guns. Guess I'll clean my ML again.

Hey sabotloader, I can get my hands on all kinds of reloading equipment. Would you be interested in buying it? It's not mine but I can get it for you. It's all rifle and pistol related.

I do have a 12 guage reloader. I haven't reloaded in years. I sure loved sitting around reloading shotgun shells. I kind of miss it now that you brought it up.

pluckit

Thanks pluckit but I am good i have all of that also but since somebody started me shooting ML's all that centerfire is buried out in the shop collecting dust... does not even interest me anymore.....

But I really do appeciate the offer....

mke

with these progressive loaders it really is not a chore - when my grand daughters come over that is one of the first things they want to do.... My youngest grand daughter has learned to separate shells by their color and put them in the right storage box and her jobs on the loader are to place the wad and keep me supplied with empty hulls.... She also stacks the completed shell in the box rack - she is quite helpful...

Coyotes should be in season. Drive to the top of one of those mountains with a 45 Elite and a 200grn Lehigh.:devil:

Now that is a thought... but with my luck i would only see wolves... Wolves that we do not have here in Latah County, since they were released hundreds of miles from here - they would never wonder this far....

You could always make sure they don't. :wink:

Yep, Coyote Season here also, it's a-lot of Fun untill them Dang Yotes figure us out, then it just get's COLD and Boring.
I usually just sit in My Den at night go on the Computer and look out the Window at all the Deer eating the Apples that have been buried in the Snow in My Yard.
(BP)