I'm beat, absolutely tuckered out...
I just finished a marathon casting session over at my Dad's house. I hauled all my casting equipment over to his house and we've been casting together the last few days. He's such a good guy and I enjoy spending time with him. I was so tired when I was done that I just left all my stuff at his house for now. I have containers that I store my .50 calibre and .45 calibre balls in and I filled both of those today. Then I started in on the .395 Roundies, they were the worst as the only mold that I have for that projectile is a single cavity. I got it half full before I quit.
I was also able to get another few blocks of my lead purchase melted and cast into usable ingots. It looks like I'm down to the last 50 pounds fo the raw lead. Another solid day or two and it'll all be finished and I can stack it up in my reloading room.
My Dad cast a short batch of .600 and .735 round balls. And he also cast a nice sample of .45 minnie balls. Next time we hit the range it should be a nice day of sighting-in a few guns and toying with loads on a few select Charcoal Burners.
He had lost the barrel pin on one of his TC Cherokee rifles. So before he started casting balls he made a new one for the rifle...he took some mild low-carbon sheet steel and cut a strip the width of the pin slot, put it in a vice and used a ball-peen hammer to make a new barrel pin. I think it took him all of 8 minutes to cut it, make it and file it to fit. It looks great...I need to have my camera with me more often. Course that don't mean nothin, even when I have the camera with me, I forget to use it.