I had a 30-06 and could not afford to shoot it much. Went to GrandPa Pidgeon's in Manchester , MO and got a Lee Loader, pound of powder, a hundred primers, and some bullets. I already had a wooden hammer.

A friend won a reloading outfit in a drawing at a sportsman show so we used his scale and a empty 30-06 case to make a powder scoop. I wrapped some copper wire around it and made a handle for the scoop soldering the wire to the case.

So with no book, only the instructions in the kit and my trusty wooden hammer I went to work on the floor in a corner of our basement. My non outdoors parents had no clue what their crazy outdoorsman fourteen year old was up to and had the common sense not to investigate. Dad was to drunk to care even if he were to catch me and mom wouldn’t have had a clue. That would have been 1963.

For what its worth, I still have both eyes and all ten fingers.


The first time I shot myself in the head...

Meniere's Sucks Big Time!!!