bang!

my dad used to be really in to guns (he has a habit of changing his hobbies quite suddenly). he had an ever rotating collection of riffles and handguns. we would often go out to the shooting range and fire off some bullets for an afternoon. instead of buying new bullets each time, my dad got into loading his own. he had some really strange gizmos that he set up, and with the simple pulling of a lever, you could take a shell insert a primer, put a measured amount of gunpowder in it, and then seal it all up with a bullet! i remember spending many hours downstairs putting the used shells in the cleaner, filling up the powder container, pouring primers into its canisters, and loading up the shells. it was a really fun time because it was something my dad really enjoyed and we could participate in the making of the bullets (and shooting them, of course!).
now that i think about it, maybe his sudden changing of hobbies away from guns was so unexpected. i think it was right after the time we went out to the range and i shot my leg...