HANDLOADING IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AN adventure. Fascinating? Yes. Illuminating? That, too. It’s also supposed to save money, tailor loads to your needs, and keep old guns shooting when no commercial ammunition is available. What it is not supposed to be is eye-, finger-, gun-, or life-threatening.
Having emerged from 60 years of handloading with all body parts intact and no history of unintentional gun damage, I find myself—oddly enough—more fearful, not less, when it comes to crossing the line. Over the years, I’ve read enough accounts of hand-loaders who became, first, arrogant, then careless, and finally dead. Loaders like J. Bushnell Smith, who reportedly blew up his entire shop when some ash from his ever-present cigar dropped into the open keg of Unique (I think it was Unique)…
