The only time I ever came close to a true foul-up, I was loading half a box of .44 Magnums on my turret--and here's the dangerous part--in a hurry and somewhat distracted by conversation for a fun-shoot match. I somehow seated a bullet before charging the case.
Fortunately, the 8-9 grains of powder spilling all over the bench alerted me. So I stopped, pitched my ruined cartridge, and decided to grab the .45 that I had a ton of ammo for.
I also looked into the rapid disassembly of a 629 at my club. As near as I can tell, the cause of the accident was the "experienced reloader" manning the press was distracted by teaching his now sans-629 buddy how to reload.
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