Not long ago I had reason to pass by the hill side where I did my early cast bullet shooting as a kid 50 years ago, It was neat to scuff around there and find some old oxidized .30 cast bullets I put there out of a Krag and a Springfield. (I knew they were mine because the spot was next to our old house and it was my "private range".) Naturally I took them home and added them to the melt of my next casting session. Kinda symbolic in some way, I think!
