The last week has found me laid up with a bad back and case of cabin fever. After becoming bored to tears with TV, books, and the computer, I hobbled down to the reloading room and rooted through my supply of reloading components. Imagine my joyful surprise at finding six boxes of 170 grain .32 bullets and three lbs of suitable powder! It hurt like hell to stand at the reloader, but I now have a supply of ammo for Win. 1894. Where in Missouri can a guy let loose at some full size silhouette animals? Thanks.

Wash your mouth out with soap!

Never "too many"... "Almost enough", I can live with :-)

I have always considered it a "sin" to let bullets sit around too long. They must used!