Death in the reloading room...

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Thank you all for the kind words. I like to think that Winchester 231 touched all of our lives in some small way. We had a lot of great times together. He wasn't flashy, smoked some, and was a little dirty--but he metered well and treated everyone fairly whether you were 9 or 45. Ultimately, I think he worked himself to death. I would always see him at his bench...he put so much of himself into his work. I should have seen it coming grain by grain I could see him falling away and in the end he was just an empty vessel. He wouldn't want us to be sad, but rather raise a jug of our favorite and celebrate his life.

I will spread his remains at the range where he loved to go, and every time I hear the sound of clanging steel I will think of him.
 
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From the recent discussions on this forum - We shall never see another one like him.
 
Getting a new puppy to replace the loss sometimes helps.

You could name the new one ZIP, or maybe TrueBlue, and they would look so much like your lost friend that you may again find happiness.
 
Thank you all for the kind words. I like to think that Winchester 231 touched all of our lives in some small way. We had a lot of great times together. He wasn't flashy, smoked some, and was a little dirty--but he metered well and treated everyone fairly whether you were 9 or 45. Ultimately, I think he worked himself to death. I would always see him at his bench...he put so much of himself into his work. I should have seen it coming grain by grain I could see him falling away and in the end he was just and empty vessel. He wouldn't want us to be sad, but rather raise a jug of our favorite and celebrate his life.

I will spread his remains at the range where he loved to go, and every time I hear the sound of clanging steel I will think of him.


Pretty funny stuff!:D
 
Well, sincere condolences aside, I too have a similar "friend" on the verge of passing away... Strictly TERMINAL: his days are numbered (actually, only a hundred rounds left, or so...).

Since locating others of his ilk (including "kissin' cousins" with load data shamelessly printed in plain view on the label :eek: ) has proven to be difficult in this "neck o' the woods" I've been forced to settle for what is available and which meets one of my criteria for a handgun powder: the capability to load multiple calibers.

Imagine my delight in finding what is now called "Hodgdon's" HI-SKOR 800-X locally and available for $24 per lb.

Loads published (under IMR data) for virtually everything from .25 ACP through .45 Long Colt. Yes, that includes .380 ACP, 9mm, .38 S&W Special, .357 Magnum, .40 S&W, 10mm, .44 Magnum & .45 ACP.:D

Since I currently hand weigh each load I'm going to ignore some specious claims that it doesn't "ALWAYS" meter well: if it will make it through a powder trickler for fine adjustments it'll work just fine for me!

Although the rumors of the possible genocide involving the OP's beloved WIN 231 (and it's twin brother, HP-38) are circulating, I though it might be prudent to drop this little hint re: HI-SKOR 800-X.

Is there really a more versatile powder available out there?

Cheers!
 
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But life goes on.:)

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace.
A time to refrain from embracing.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sew.
A time for love, a time for hate.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.
Songwriters: WORDS FROM THE BOOK OF, ECCLESIASTESFRENCH, GEORGE ABER ADAPTATION AND, PETE SEEGER
 

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Its sad, but he was very troubled.
I believe the root of his problems has been (DID).

Dissocative Identity Disorder:(

He was always in the shadow of HP-38 and many said "why pay the extra $5 for the Colt on the bottle.":rolleyes:
So he was intentially ignored and left as the second choice to his other identity. Even his parents (manufacturer) would say he's the same as HP.

Let him lie in peace.

Long live HP-38
 
Yes, I too shall mourn the passing of an old friend. I was introduced to him by my local Powder Pusher in '75 or so as an addition to my dwindling stock of Bullseye. I have always kept some of his kind in my powder supplies and surely will miss him...
 
I'm sure there will be unopened bottles for sale on Ebay for $838 + $49.95 Shipping in the very near future.

(in fact, if anyone's that interested, I have half a bottle that I can let you have for $400).
 
Dust in the Wind

But life goes on.:)

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace.
A time to refrain from embracing.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sew.
A time for love, a time for hate.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.
Songwriters: WORDS FROM THE BOOK OF, ECCLESIASTESFRENCH, GEORGE ABER ADAPTATION AND, PETE SEEGER

I was listening to 'Dust In The Wind' by Kansas the other day. Same source, same profundity.
 
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