OK, y'all made me put some more miles on my press and we are both done for a spell. My Mouser thanks you and wants to know where all the elephants are hiding. The .38-55 is trying to talk me into a trip to NYC. Ain't gonna happen. My young neighbors were persistent with the fireworks on the 4th, 5th, 6th and last night until I touched off a BP round with the .45-70, aka Thumper. Quiet as a mouse they've been since. It smells good at night too.
