Those of us into reloading long enough to have acquired some "expertise" to the point of being willing to help the less experienced among us, can also have those days where we should have stayed in bed.
I was depriming .45 ACP on my universal decapper mounted on the RCBS Rockchucker. Shells are soak-washed and tumbled, then, the primer pockets get uniformed with a Sinclair reamer mounted in a cordless drill before moving on to the Dillon 550B. It's inevitable that I'll pick up stray brass when recovering my own brass and my case prep. procedures usually fixes everything.
This was a case of not reading my own labels. Brass, in different stages of preparation, are contained in large coffee containers, with each labeled with a checklist regarding what was done or not done. Had I noticed that this particular batch had not been uniformed, I wouldn't be making a public confession.
Got myself set up and started loading. The very first shell made it to station 2 while I managed to crush a primer at station 1. I cleared station 1 and discovered a .45 ACP round with a small primer pocket. While pondering station 1, I then wondered, did I double pump without advancing? Of course, this thought occurred after seating the bullet at station 3. Not willing to out-guess myself, I set the round aside for disassembly as it could have been double-charged.
I successfully loaded maybe a dozen rounds when another small primer casing once again fouled things up. Yet, the cerebral bells still didn't go off. Moments later, I destroyed another primer, this time because the primer pocket was crimped. I fixed that problem, only to fail to place a bullet atop the casing at station 3, crushing the primed casing in the process. Finally, I read the brass label and realized at least one mistake: uniforming the pockets would have segregated out the small-primer and crimped pockets.
Fortunately, disassembly of that one round mentioned earlier showed that it had not been double-charged. But somewhere else in this loading session, I placed a live primer back into the loading tube while clearing station 1, only to later discover a loaded round with the primer up-side down. This round was also disassembled and the parts re-used. That's not the end of my woes. I managed to hit the powder reservoir with a stray elbow, partially dislodging it. So, I had to dismount the powder measure, empty and clean it, then re-assemble it. But even that wasn't easy. During previous use, the measure must have rotated a bit as it was fouling one of the pins holding the die plate to the press. An Allen wrench got things in their proper place in the world.
I ended the loading session, making sure I still had all ten fingers and ten toes. Time to get both brain-halves back online. Oh well, nobody is perfect!
I was depriming .45 ACP on my universal decapper mounted on the RCBS Rockchucker. Shells are soak-washed and tumbled, then, the primer pockets get uniformed with a Sinclair reamer mounted in a cordless drill before moving on to the Dillon 550B. It's inevitable that I'll pick up stray brass when recovering my own brass and my case prep. procedures usually fixes everything.
This was a case of not reading my own labels. Brass, in different stages of preparation, are contained in large coffee containers, with each labeled with a checklist regarding what was done or not done. Had I noticed that this particular batch had not been uniformed, I wouldn't be making a public confession.
Got myself set up and started loading. The very first shell made it to station 2 while I managed to crush a primer at station 1. I cleared station 1 and discovered a .45 ACP round with a small primer pocket. While pondering station 1, I then wondered, did I double pump without advancing? Of course, this thought occurred after seating the bullet at station 3. Not willing to out-guess myself, I set the round aside for disassembly as it could have been double-charged.
I successfully loaded maybe a dozen rounds when another small primer casing once again fouled things up. Yet, the cerebral bells still didn't go off. Moments later, I destroyed another primer, this time because the primer pocket was crimped. I fixed that problem, only to fail to place a bullet atop the casing at station 3, crushing the primed casing in the process. Finally, I read the brass label and realized at least one mistake: uniforming the pockets would have segregated out the small-primer and crimped pockets.
Fortunately, disassembly of that one round mentioned earlier showed that it had not been double-charged. But somewhere else in this loading session, I placed a live primer back into the loading tube while clearing station 1, only to later discover a loaded round with the primer up-side down. This round was also disassembled and the parts re-used. That's not the end of my woes. I managed to hit the powder reservoir with a stray elbow, partially dislodging it. So, I had to dismount the powder measure, empty and clean it, then re-assemble it. But even that wasn't easy. During previous use, the measure must have rotated a bit as it was fouling one of the pins holding the die plate to the press. An Allen wrench got things in their proper place in the world.
I ended the loading session, making sure I still had all ten fingers and ten toes. Time to get both brain-halves back online. Oh well, nobody is perfect!
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