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Back when I was a teenager I used to do this sport called Cowboy Competition Shooting. Think normal competition shooting, but everyone's dressed as some charac
by Bjorkbat 8y ago
Back when I was a teenager I used to do this sport called Cowboy Competition Shooting. Think normal competition shooting, but everyone's dressed as some character from a western movie or trying to realistically portray some figure from the 19th century American West.
A lot of the people in the crowd would make their own ammunition. Myself included. I never saw anyone go as far as to make their own lead bullets, but we all generally recycled spent cartridges and reloaded them with powder and lead to make them whole again.
There really wasn't anything particularly ideological about it though, no concern that one day big government would take our guns or anything like that. It was a simple necessity of the hobby. A single day of shooting would often have you spend 100+ rounds of ammunition and replacing your loses was expensive. On top of that most of these events took place on some rancher's land, and it wouldn't be particularly kind to leave all these brass casings all over his property. Better to recycle them than throw them away or leave them to slowly pile up.
On an unrelated note, nice perk about the sport and the fact that this all took place on a ranch is that lunch often came from where it was served.
- escherplex 8y agoReloading is fun but can trigger OCD :) For some reason was a natural in archery in my teens and decided target shooting would be a interesting skill. Opportunity presented itself in the form of a Ruger .220 Swift M77V bullbarrel stamped made in the 200th year of American liberty and a Remington 700 (right! the one with the defective bolt design which can misfire when chambering a round, which on occasion it did) in 7MM Rem Mag, both acquired from a late grand uncle's estate. Then segued to RCBS reloading equipment, primer pocket brushes, case trimmers, then weighing individual powder loads, you know the rest (that .220 Swift needed case trimming after only a few firings). Goal was a 1 inch (2.5cm) group at 200 yds (183M) with the Remington (which had the kick of an angry mule). When that goal was met, decided NEXT!, then moved on to flying. Consider yourself lucky to have had open ranches in your area.