I ruined two 1911 barrels in one day with squibs. Bullet got stuck and didn't know it, then fired a second bullet into it. Twice. Two different guns. Same day. Made my ass red.
Turned out my grandson had been watching me load, and decided to "help Grandpa out" by making me a few more, when I wasn't around. But I had turned off the powder measure. After that, I started wrapping a bike cable around the damn press and locking it. This was when he was little, he's 21 now.





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