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The ABCs of Reloading: The Definitive Guide for Novice to Expert
A step-by-step guide to reloading rifle and handgun cartridges and shotshells!
In these days of widespread ammunition shortages, it pays--literally--to know how to "roll your own" cartridges. But don't think it's some kind of rocket science. Let The ABCs of Reloading show you how! With the help of The ABCs of Reloading, you'll be reloading your own cartridges--and saving big bucks--faster than you ever thought possible.
It's all here!
Step-by-step procedures for reloading rifle, handgun and shotgun ammunitionHundreds of detailed photosEverything you need to know about primers, bullets, powders and cases
The best reloading articles from the Gun Digest archives and more!
Don't let the next ammunition shortage catch you unprepared. Arm yourself with money-saving knowledge - with The ABCs of Reloading!
In these days of widespread ammunition shortages, it pays--literally--to know how to "roll your own" cartridges. But don't think it's some kind of rocket science. Let The ABCs of Reloading show you how! With the help of The ABCs of Reloading, you'll be reloading your own cartridges--and saving big bucks--faster than you ever thought possible.
It's all here!
Step-by-step procedures for reloading rifle, handgun and shotgun ammunitionHundreds of detailed photosEverything you need to know about primers, bullets, powders and cases
The best reloading articles from the Gun Digest archives and more!
Don't let the next ammunition shortage catch you unprepared. Arm yourself with money-saving knowledge - with The ABCs of Reloading!
840 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 15, 2010
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About the author
C. Rodney James
8 books2 followers I was born to an academic family in Columbus, Ohio. Nothing important happened until age 15. I was into explosives. One June afternoon, I assembled a pipe bomb. I'd done this before but failed to clean the threads of spilled explosive. The last good grip I had on anything was on the pipe cap as I gave it a final twist. A yard-wide ball of orange fire, my right hand was gone the left shredded.
Three weeks in hospital then home recovery. I was fitted with a back harness connected to a set of prosthetic arms each fitted with a two-piece "split-hook." The crudity of this arrangement was stunning. I’ve tried various mechanical hands. They can do about 15% of the hook functions.
This was lesson 1. In becoming an upper-extremity amputee.
Lesson 2. Came with my return to school. Every kid was at a window for a look. I got lots of attention. Walking a neighborhood street as a car passed a kid within yelled "meat hook!" out the window. I realized I had become a sort of spokesperson for "my kind." I prepared a speech -- how things worked and took audience questions. My peers seemed to think I should aim for a career dealing with the disabled. This seemed odd as I'd never had any interest in such work and was damned if I was going to let my life and identity be determined by a disability.
My senior teachers stated: We do not believe Rodney to be collage material. My father taught economics at The Ohio State University (47 years). That's where I was headed. It was an unspoken understanding I was to become an academic. Both parents had been on the debate team, were friends with the Prof who coached the team. I was in his class. We got along fine. That's why I tried out for the O.S.U. fencing team. I'd fenced in Junior- high and I was damned if...
Considering the lengths it took to convince the NCAA it was safe for me and my potential opponents to compete in this sport I was almost certainly the first double-hand amputee to do so. I designed a grip that fit a Dorrance hook. Photos of everything were submitted, even motion-picture footage of myself fencing Coach Kaplan. I finished 5th in the Big Ten (in epee), was awarded a Varsity "O". The best thing I took away was competing on an equal footing with "normal" people.
I Love shooting and pretty guns. I made a gun holder of leather and seat-belt Nylon. To use a camera I found a rubber "pistol grip" which screws into the tripod hole. I had a gun-stock unit made to use a motion- picture camera.
I wanted to make films, but O.S.U. didn't provide enough training. After a few student films and work on a university film, I exchanged my dream for becoming a film scholar in hope there might be opportunities with a university film unit combined with teaching. I finished a Ph.D. in mass-media studies with a dissertation on the work of THE NATIONAL FILM BOARD of CANADA.
I moved to Montreal to continue research. I was hired to teach film/TV courses at Concordia U. I liked teaching, loved Montreal (except for the winters) and got married. Three years later the bottom dropped out of higher education, shrinking it by one third. I joined tens of thousands of other untenured Ph.D.'s.
Following 590 applications to schools on both sides of the border, I landed a job back in Columbus at The National Center on Educational Media and Materials for the Handicapped - a government sub-contractor. I had a Ph.D. in media and I was handicapped. My title was: Media Specialist. My function was as a stock boy, trotting out prototype educational materials for review by special educators. I was called a "crypto-anarchist" by the director, possibly because when (terrible) morning coffee was served for meetings I would say "No thanks, it keeps me awake."
Three weeks in hospital then home recovery. I was fitted with a back harness connected to a set of prosthetic arms each fitted with a two-piece "split-hook." The crudity of this arrangement was stunning. I’ve tried various mechanical hands. They can do about 15% of the hook functions.
This was lesson 1. In becoming an upper-extremity amputee.
Lesson 2. Came with my return to school. Every kid was at a window for a look. I got lots of attention. Walking a neighborhood street as a car passed a kid within yelled "meat hook!" out the window. I realized I had become a sort of spokesperson for "my kind." I prepared a speech -- how things worked and took audience questions. My peers seemed to think I should aim for a career dealing with the disabled. This seemed odd as I'd never had any interest in such work and was damned if I was going to let my life and identity be determined by a disability.
My senior teachers stated: We do not believe Rodney to be collage material. My father taught economics at The Ohio State University (47 years). That's where I was headed. It was an unspoken understanding I was to become an academic. Both parents had been on the debate team, were friends with the Prof who coached the team. I was in his class. We got along fine. That's why I tried out for the O.S.U. fencing team. I'd fenced in Junior- high and I was damned if...
Considering the lengths it took to convince the NCAA it was safe for me and my potential opponents to compete in this sport I was almost certainly the first double-hand amputee to do so. I designed a grip that fit a Dorrance hook. Photos of everything were submitted, even motion-picture footage of myself fencing Coach Kaplan. I finished 5th in the Big Ten (in epee), was awarded a Varsity "O". The best thing I took away was competing on an equal footing with "normal" people.
I Love shooting and pretty guns. I made a gun holder of leather and seat-belt Nylon. To use a camera I found a rubber "pistol grip" which screws into the tripod hole. I had a gun-stock unit made to use a motion- picture camera.
I wanted to make films, but O.S.U. didn't provide enough training. After a few student films and work on a university film, I exchanged my dream for becoming a film scholar in hope there might be opportunities with a university film unit combined with teaching. I finished a Ph.D. in mass-media studies with a dissertation on the work of THE NATIONAL FILM BOARD of CANADA.
I moved to Montreal to continue research. I was hired to teach film/TV courses at Concordia U. I liked teaching, loved Montreal (except for the winters) and got married. Three years later the bottom dropped out of higher education, shrinking it by one third. I joined tens of thousands of other untenured Ph.D.'s.
Following 590 applications to schools on both sides of the border, I landed a job back in Columbus at The National Center on Educational Media and Materials for the Handicapped - a government sub-contractor. I had a Ph.D. in media and I was handicapped. My title was: Media Specialist. My function was as a stock boy, trotting out prototype educational materials for review by special educators. I was called a "crypto-anarchist" by the director, possibly because when (terrible) morning coffee was served for meetings I would say "No thanks, it keeps me awake."
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May 11, 2020
Don't waste your money.
Very old. Old photos, old equipment. Lots of info on casting lead bullets. If you load pistol cartridges, note that the 9mm isn't even mentioned.
Very old. Old photos, old equipment. Lots of info on casting lead bullets. If you load pistol cartridges, note that the 9mm isn't even mentioned.
October 25, 2013
Long-winded, but contained a lot of information. Recommended read, if only to understand characteristics of different technologies, pressures, components, etc.
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