Squaregrouper
Kragaphile
In early/mid January, my basement flooded (not flooded, but boots required). I was lifting everything off the floor to lessen damage. I slipped and fell while using the shop vac and really hurt myself. After a major Dbledoc surgery on 2/12, I am finally starting to wander around the aftermath of what used to be my semi organized man cave/reloading room.
I have no idea where most of my crap got to. Over the past few evenings, I have failed to locate 100+ pieces of .450BM brass, a ton of 6.5 Grendel brass and a stack of G19 "LE Only" Clinton era mags. God only knows what else will be missing once I realize I don't know where it is.
On a positive note, yesterday I loaded 350 precision .308 loads at my portable "Trailer Park Single Stage Bench" in my dining room. I can set it up when my wife leaves for work and have it gone and cleaned up before she returns.
I have no idea where most of my crap got to. Over the past few evenings, I have failed to locate 100+ pieces of .450BM brass, a ton of 6.5 Grendel brass and a stack of G19 "LE Only" Clinton era mags. God only knows what else will be missing once I realize I don't know where it is.
On a positive note, yesterday I loaded 350 precision .308 loads at my portable "Trailer Park Single Stage Bench" in my dining room. I can set it up when my wife leaves for work and have it gone and cleaned up before she returns.
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