Even though reloading (or hand-loading) can be a chore, I do admit I like it. It submerges me in a sort of meditative state and blocks the BS that might be floating around inside the empty spaces in my head. For somebody who can barely differentiate between grit 100 sandpaper and a silk scarf by touch, the fact that my fingers can detect a small imperfection on a case mouth when I am reloading amazes the heck out of me.
And, of course the fact that I can crank ammo at whatever time I want without having to wait for the store to open is a big plus. Tailoring your rounds to the gun or the goal you want achieve (No, I don’t do IDPA gaming rounds. My bullets do not bounce of the cardboard on cold days) will teach you more about ammunition than 300 hours of cool tactical TV shows.
But sure as hell I am getting a progressive. This thing of getting old and cranky is a biotch 🙂