Dad formed his own 22 caliber bullets from spent 22 rf casings during WW II. There was no deer around home back then and driving across the state to where there were deer during the war was improbable.
But he had a stash of 20 gauge and 12 gauge ammo and there were lots of pheasants to eat then.


I prefer classic.
Semper Fi
I used to run with the hare. Now I'm envious of the tortoise and I do my own stunts but rarely intentionally