Aw hell - I'm a dead man walkin' and I know it. The whole house is stunk up and the old lady will know what I did the moment she walks in the door.
Problem is I ran outta lead for my Outhouse Assault Rifles - an 1876 lever gun in 45-75 bottleneck, and a Rem rolling block in 45-70. And since I am conserving cash like a bastidge right now, I figured I should see if I could get my bullet casting outfit running. Problem is it's cold outside, and I can't get my lead hot enough to pour right - and the old lady told me I'd get shot and pi**ed on if I did it in the house. Fluxing the melt is a little smelly, and of course everyone is paranoid as hell about lead fumes these days.
The safety Nazis woulda had a bird! Molten lead indoors? With
16 lbs. of gunpowder not 3 ft. away...?!?!?
But dammit... I need bullets now. Lead exposure is no joke but people are people, and they'll chit their pants over nothing, given half an excuse to do so. Kids used to pour molten lead to make tin soldiers for the last 200 years and none of them died from lead poisoning - so I closed the door to the basement, opened all the windahs - and went to work in my nice warm basement! I fluxed my melt with beeswax - and the house started stinking to high hell! Oh no!!!! The old lady is gonna kill me!
On the left is a 350 gr. flat point for the 45-75 bottleneck
Middle is a 500 gr. round nose
Right is 525 grain pointy bullet. I think the black powder geeks
call that one either a Postell or Money boolit...
Figure I did about 15 lbs worth this afternoon. Near as I can tell my alloy was around 20% tin and the rest was lead. I think I saw Firehand calling it 'Mongrel Alloy'. An expert would have carefully done the alloying but I just threw it all in the pot and went to work.
That oughtta keep those ammo-gobbling pigs
running for awhile.
Boys, I am probably gonna get kilt for this - the wife is gonna swinging frying pans and rolling pins the second she walks in the door and the creeps in the RCMP will probly call it a justified homicide. Please make sure I get a decent buryin' in the back forty out at Sunnybrook Farm - and don't let Pete or Quartermain desecrate my corpse! I want a deep hole - so that the coyotes or Aggie don't dig me up and snack on my bones. Failure to comply - and I will haunt all you creeps until the end of your wretched lives!!!
I mean it!!!