I listen to all this and get physically ill. I guess it is my age, or socioeconomic status or something. I started shooting in the '50s and got 2 or 3 cents per bird from my aunt for keeping the woodpeckers and jays out of her orchard, and a nickel for a rat in the corn bin. 22 shorts cost 35 cents a box, and my allowance was a quarter a week. If I did not kill something with at least 50% of the bullets I fired, I was in trouble.
The thoughts of firing 3000 rounds of ammo and producing only holes in paper and nothing edible is somehow like putting holy water in your wiper fluid reservoir .......... I know that I can hit what I need to, and I initially forced myself to "waste" enough ammo to develop good reliable loads for each gun. I shoot light stuff occasionally for some practice. Most years I shoot a dozen rounds of deer ammo, usually 6 to 8 at targets, and then 4 deer. I usually use different guns each day, so they don't get jealous. I really don't need them all, but can't bear to part with them. My kids will probably have a huge auction when I die, and then hire a hazmat team to come in and remove all the lead so they can turn the farm into a subdivision. It is a terrible thing to realize that you spent a lifetime acquiring "stuff" that was near and dear to your heart, that everyone else just can't wait to eliminate and disperse. Oh well.