I’m a low budget reloader. I use an old Lyman 310 setup to make .38 Specials, since I have depleted my stock of old work ammo. I also load .38 S&Ws for my Terrier and Victory Models, but that’s about it.

My oldest son is 26, recently out of the Army and living with us while he finishes welding school on the GI bill. He likes to shoot, but for some reason I’d never talked to him about reloading.

Today I was at the kitchen table squeezing out a batch of LSWC loads and I told him if he ever wanted to learn about my primitive reloading process I’d be happy to show him. He sat right down and immersed himself in the mysteries of ammo making. I was done in half the time and he seemed to really enjoy it.

Anyway, it was a nice time. We have always been very close, and I’m a little saddened I didn’t ask him to help sooner.

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That’s all that matters in life...making memories

My son and I went through a few years of complete hostility while he was a middle teenager. We had always done everything together and I loved every minute of it. He's now trying to start a real estate business and I'm glad to help him. It's like picking up where we left off. We go fishing and work on stuff. He feels like we can talk about anything, which is about right.

He's trying to get into other aspects of Real Estate in addition to buying and selling. I have a background in architecture and construction. So we make a pretty good team.

He had some snafu with paperwork when meeting a client the other day and was upset, but I told him he could tell them that good office help was hard to find.


PS: "These ARE the good old days" is true.

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sigp220.45, don't fret too much. the fact is, he might not have taken to it before now. My son is he same age and in the past couple years realizes how much he missed out, by not doing more with me. And, but not enjoying more the things we did together. he was never a bad kid, but he looks back and wishes he embraced more of what was going on. Honestly, you'd think he was 40 that way he talks.

His best vacation ever? 2 years ago, when we wall went to Disney. He's been there before, but just didn't absorb it like he should have. he was too self absorbed I think. Sometimes I wonder if I'd back off a bit, maybe he would have wanted to do things and it would have gone better. This parenting thing is a pickle isn't it.

I have younger daughters now. They shoot guns and archery, kayak, etc. We have fun together and my son joins us when he can. We're growing closer now and that's a good thing. Everyone finds a different path to happiness.

"There's no such thing as a normal life. There's just life. Now get on with it." Doc Holiday

My sons are 48 and 45. My grandkids are 31, 28, 26, 24, 23, 20, 19, 16, and 7. My great-grandkids are 7, 5, and 5 months. (Yes, I have explained how these things happen, but none of them seem to pay any attention to me!).

Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we don't talk. Sometimes we do things together. Sometimes we don't do anything. Sometimes I send money. Sometimes they say thank you (sometimes not).

Sometimes I call and tell them a joke. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they need to have the joke explained, in detail, before they chuckle a bit (for my benefit).

One thing I can count on is the annual shipments of brass, ready to be reloaded so the deer hunting can get done (in several states occupied by my babies and their babies). Another thing I can count on is the occasional guest having a look in my gun safes and pronouncing some claim on an old .22 rifle, a vintage Winchester, one of my old service pistols, or some other old relic (that I continue to collect, as I am something of a relic myself).

Life is good. Especially when you can enjoy it with someone you hold close to your heart.

I wish I had one or two who could spend the evenings with me at the loading bench, cranking out next week's supply for the range. Unfortunately, they are scattered all over the map and their busy lives don't allow much Grampa time.

Enjoy every minute you can, while you still can.

You are a very lucky man. I was very angry at my father when I left for Vietnam in 1968 and he took himself out before I could get home. 50 years later and I am still haunted by all of this and the only thing I could do was try to be a better father and grand dad.

Nice tale. It's never too late to make memories. Keep on making 'em! I figure you've already made a lot over the years. The fact that your 26 year-old wanted to sit down and learn something from Dad says it all.

Reloading is a fun thing to do , but..........

Having your son get into welding can be a great thing.
there is gas, stick and wire welding that has many job offerings.

Either Union or non-Union jobs in the construction field can make
for a good job and a salary to make him a happy camper.

shooting, fishing and welding are a few of my fun things to do.