Raining

We could generate hydro-electricity in the creek outside. Raining like we are growing corn. Yesterday at the club championship at Panola we never saw a drop, though the roads were wet as I drove back to the east.

Panola went OK, though I shot a so-so score of 774X25. One eight and two sevens. If you don't shoot outside the nine ring, you can win the match. I didn't and I didn't. Michael Carter shot a 794 and repeated as champ.

Cleaning brass. I was suspicious that the guy next door was picking up my cases but I got home with 79 out of 88. Not bad. They are cleaned, sized, trimmed, beveled and champfered and ready for another cleaning.

Loading other cases a minute ago I was trimming a cleaned sized and primer pocketed piece of brass when a couple grains of cleaning media fell out of it when I tapped it on the tabletop. The more I tapped, the more I got. It was a slighlty discolored case from the grass on one of my firing points that turned out to have a good bit of media in it along with a silk capsule from a spider or worm. It had made it through tumbling, reaming out the inside of the primer hole and trimming. I tossed it, as I toss any case that gives me a moments trouble. I bet a big wad of web and media would make the powder overflow so I would have caught it then.

Still. I blame Bush. For the rain and reloading glitches.