Quote of the Day
"One bleeding-heart type asked me in a recent interview if I did not agree that 'violence begets violence.' I told him that it is my earnest endeavor to see that it does. I would like very much to ensure — and in some cases I have — that any man who offers violence to his fellow citizen begets a whole lot more in return than he can enjoy."
Colonel Jeff Cooper
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
I made the pilgrimage down the mountain to the mailbox. Got one of my mom's care packages. It had a stuffed bear in it. I am not sure what that was about but she is 85 so there is no telling. She sends me dried fruit and peanuts, which is nice. She also sends me a lot of OTC medicine, sometimes there are surprises in that. This package had a bottle of pills for "excessive gas." That's nice, I guess. I slept most of the day away.
Didn't get up until one in the afternoon but then I didn't finally go to sleep until about three in the morning . Just wasn't sleepy. This afternoon I drove into town to buy another humidifier, but I had forgotten about the sales that start today. When I got to Walmart every single parking space was taken, people were being parked in big rows by sales associates in the field next to the store, and all the sidewalks were covered with cars. I felt lucky just to get out of the parking lot, so I didn't make any effort to go inside. Just about everybody in the county must have been there from the look of it.
I called my wife to tell her it was a no go and she said some big sale started at five, which was just about the time I pulled off the highway. Whatever was on sale, those folks can have it. My kids are having a big Thanksgiving get together with their friends at my daughter's place. Since my daughter's boyfriend is a Chef this is a major event for him. We called them last night and they had already started cooking. I hope all goes well, because they spent a lot of money and effort getting this together. At our house, I made ham sandwiches with tater tots. We had planned to have a turkey breast in one of those little aluminum pans, but we both forgot to buy one. Ham sandwiches were fine though, we sat by the fire and watched QVC while we had our Thanksgiving sandwiches. It being Thanksgiving , there isn't much more to tell. Nothing is open except the Walmart, there's no mail (what I got today was from earlier in the week), and generally it's just some quiet down time. I'm not complaining.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Women out jogging , biking etc are fair game with the Goblins. Would I shoot this guy if I saw this? Not more than 13 times. Unless I had another magazine. Then not more than 26 times. Unless I was carrying my Beretta 92 instead of my High Power.
We got a lot of sleet, but not a great deal of snow to speak of. When you walk around outside, the sleet cracks and pops. It's slippery so the only things I've done outside today were essential chores that have to be done every day, regardless of the weather.
The air is so dry that even with two steam humidifiers going, I'm boiling a big pot of water on the gas range. It's still only about 48% in here, and the ferrets need 55% so tomorrow I plan on going and buying another humidifier. We've never had trouble before with keeping a comfortable humidity level, this air must be very dry even for a winter here in the mountains.
No power failures, so we are quite comfortable inside. The rain has stopped so I don't have to worry about any of the diversion ditches, gutters, etc. Nothing to do except relax, since I'm running the propane heat and not fooling with the fireplace or wood stove this time around.
So far, this hasn't been all that bad, but I guess a tree could fall on the house in the next five minutes so until the storm is gone I'll hold off pronouncing it a nonevent.
The series ran for two years on the Discovery Channel. The format was pretty typical for survival shows, in that the Hawkes were dumped off in some God forsaken spot and had to demonstrate survival skills. It was carefully scripted and didn't make any pretense of being "real" but it was still pretty rough going. They had a camera and support crew along, and were upfront about it. I never felt it detracted from the learning points they were teaching. Ruth Hawke stuck right with it, and never wimped out. She got really sick a few times, but when the support crew medic intervened they used that as a learning point too. After the end of the second season, Mykel Hawke announced that they had declined a third season because the format was too hard on his family. I suspect he meant too hard on his wife, and probably most of the people who watched the show and liked it would have agreed. She took a real beating, but never whined or complained.
A week or so ago, someone left an anonymous comment on the blog to tell me the Hawkes had a new show on the Travel Channel. I just got a chance to watch it, and enjoyed it very much. It's still a survival program, but it has clearly been structured to avoid killing Ruth Hawke. Much less physically demanding and not nearly the mental stress of the first show. I've only seen the one and it may be an exception, but I expect this adjusted format was done to take some of the tension out of the show and make it easier for her. I'm sure a lot of people watching the Man, Woman, Wild series sometimes felt like they were taking it too far with his wife and were uncomfortable with it. The new program is called Lost Survivors.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Yesterday we reinforced the dog house with more hay, and built a smaller version on the porch for the cats. Temperatures here will be around 15 degrees by tomorrow, according to the Weather Channel, and that means the actual temperate at my place on the mountain may be considerably colder.
We also made the obligatory pilgrimage to the two grocery stores in town along with every other denizen of the country. It's more like a county fair than anything else. In our case, we were picking up extra supplies of "nice to have" things like apple cider, fresh cinnimon, a big spiral cut ham, and other good things to eat. After all, if a person is going to be snowed in for a few days, you want to have something besides canned, frozen or dried provisions.
The big chore yesterday was getting the new propane tank set. This should have been a quick, painless evolution but it never is. The men setting the tank got a leak indication on the gauge, and they were just sure it was the step down valve. You have a "shut off" valve on the tank, but there's another valve somewhere in the line that steps the pressure down, because your appliances can't run at the pressure levels coming out of the tank into the line. I told them there was no way that my step down valve had just suddenly started leaking with their arrival, but nothing would do except testing it. Then they tested the tank they'd just brought and the regulator on that was the problem. Wasted half an hour with fiddling around on the step down valve and then had to spend another half hour swapping out the regulator but in the end, I had a new tank and plenty of gas. As I listen to the wind and rain outside this morning, and in the certain knowledge that a big snow storm is coming, I'm glad we got it done but the gas company cut it mighty thin time wise.
It is going to snow where the kids are. But further north I am sure they know how to deal with snow, and have the equipment to do so. People probably know better how to drive in snow, as well. Both of my kids have stout Jeeps, and I'm never happier that we didn't buy cheap passenger cars for them than I am when something like this is going on.
The last few days I've been off the air because we were working hard here, trying to get things done before the bad weather. If I disappear for a bit , it will be because the power is off. I can power my own place with my generator, but if the county loses power I'll lose the internet, and that's the one thing I don't have a back up system for. We are considering putting in a Hughes Net satellite system, depending on the cost, to cover that vulnerability.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
One of these was A Clockwork Orange. Basically, it was about youth gone wild. The main characters took great pleasure in attacking people at random and beating them up.
Now forward ahead in time forty years and we have the "Knock out game." I first saw a video of this on BBC America a few weeks ago, and assumed it was just some random psychopath at work. A young woman is walking down the street in the video, talking on a cell phone. Even before the hulking black guy came running up behind her, I was thinking that this was an example of very poor situational awareness. I had no idea what was about to happen because I'd missed the narrative leading into the video.
This huge man runs up behind this girl, and hits her on the side of the head as hard as he could. She went down in a heap, I doubt she even knew he was there. The assailant walks away grinning, and the girl just lays there on the sidewalk. Nobody tried to help and nobody tried to apprehend the attacker.
Then a few days ago there was a post on a blog I read, and I learned this is a "game" that has now spread to the U.S. The "players" are young black men for the most part, and the victims are elderly people, women and kids at random. One man has died from head injuries sustained when he was attacked from behind by two of these characters.
The stories about it spreading are starting to show up on the mainstream media now. Fox News had a segment tonight. The newscaster said that most of the people who are doing the attacking are minors, and they know even if they get arrested, they'll get off light.
Do you remember the old Q Ships from World War One. The Brits would take a crappy old freighter, arm it to the teeth, and hide the guns under boxes and tarps. When a U boat came up to sink the ship with gunfire , in order to save a torpedoe, the British would tear off the covers and open fire.
One way to put an end to this game would be to put some police on the street dressed up as the target demographic, and let them shoot these individuals as an act of self defense. I know they won't do that but I wonder how else this is going to be brought under control?
One thing is certain, people who live in cities and have to walk on the street had better stop talking on the cell phone and listening to music. The Goblins are out in force. You have to wonder what kind of human being would do this to an innocent person, and of course the answer is, a human being wouldn't. The individuals who are playing this game are not people and don't deserve to be treated as such. Think of them more as Morelocks or Zombies, which is more appropriate.
I plan on listening to some smooth jazz on the Sirius system, then listening to conservative talk radio for awhile. After that I'm going to work in the shop a bit, then tonight we'll watch a pay per view. We watched "We are the Millers" last night. It was very vulgar but it was also funny.
So begins a week of hopefully doing nothing more than has to be done.
Friday, November 22, 2013
|military surplus is out there, but a bit pricey these days. Gun shows are a good place to find it. Or, you can try AIM, SOG, Century, or Samco.|
|AIM and SOG both carry this Mexican production. It's non corrosive, boxer primed, reloadable brass case. Price is good.|
|This stuff will coldly spoil some miscreants day. When a sporting goods store went out of business I got two cases of it for peanuts. I have carefully hoarded it. This is for when you need to get someone's serious attention.|
The M1 shoots a pistol round. You can buy it in full metal jacket or hollow point. Ammo is plentiful if expensive. The 15 round magazines that I think it works the best with are available new for very little, mostly the excellent South Korean made versions.
There's no recoil to speak of. They are reliable, easy to clean, easy to field strip and reassemble. I own two. One is a World War II Winchester produced gun. Those are expensive these days. The other is an Israeli built commercial version with a vented metal handguard instead of the solid wood handguard. You could replace the metal handguard with wood in about ten minutes if you wanted to. The wooden handguard is easy to get from Sarco or any other gun parts supplier.
I like my two M1 carbines, and I tend to use the commercial gun, which has no collectors value as a shooter while I just "have" the other one.
So that's my vote for a good carbine with which to equip a wife or girlfriend who is not very tall or heavy.
Other than the rain falling, there's no sound. It's taking me awhile to get used to these winter nights. I like them, but they are certainly different from a summer night up here.
My wife came home today, and will be home for a whole week. I asked her if she wanted to go anywhere or do anything over the break, but she said she just wants to stay home. Tomorrow I'll build a fire in the fireplace and keep it going for her. She likes to make a little bed on the couch with her pillows and blanket and have the fire going. The plan tomorrow is for me to go to town and buy some things to make chicken soup with, then pick up a few extra supplies we want that we don't normally buy, like some ice cream and other treats. After that I expect we will just stay up here on the mountain. It is supposed to snow here Thursday but now they are saying it might just rain. It's late enough in November for snow.
Had a good talk with my son on the phone tonight. He's supposed to play football this weekend with a bunch of his cronies. I asked him to beg off if it's tackle, because I don't need him getting busted up. He is too light and slim to be playing tackle with no gear. Not that these considerations have ever weighed heavily with him on such issues and I have the doctor bills to prove it.
When he was a teenager he wanted a dirt bike. I got him one over his mother's howls of protest. The first time he rode it he crashed into a fence made up of steel rails and telephone poles. Armored head to toe as he was, he still got busted up. I had to call his mom from the emergency room. This is not a pleasant memory. But life is rough and young men have to get out there and take their lumps or they'll never be good heads of households. I still hope he doesn't play tackle this weekend though, that's a kamikaze mission for a guy his build. Peer pressure will make young fellows do anything. They haven't learned yet to say "hell, no. I'm not doing that."
I haven't heard from my daughter in a day or two, but my son says she is feeling well enough to go back to work, so that's one less thing to be concerned about.
Dreamer sent me this picture of a ferret who is the mascot of the Yorkshire Regiment in the British Army. There are two of them, named Quebec and Imphal (appropriately enough, both big dust off's in that regiment's history). I'm sure Ragnar wants to join because he knows the truth of the passage in Homer's Odysseus, which says " for the fairer sex is ever to a warrior kind."
The natty uniform doesn't hurt, either!
" A good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later" Charles Dickens, Pickwick Papers.
Any ideas how to get rid of it?
Thursday, November 21, 2013
A new season of Survivor Man starts off on Wednesday, December 18th. I don't yet know the time or whether it will be on Discovery Channel , or Science Channel. I'll update this post when I find out. There are eight new shows in the season.
I've used several different OTC medicines but these are the three that have worked best.
The downside is, I have't been able to find any more in either of our drug stores so it may not be on the market any longer.
Theraflu also comes in little packets like lemon powder, and you can mix it up with hot water if you would rather do that. It's not good for people with high blood pressure (like me) but when you feel badly that tends to take a back seat to the desire to feel better.
I'd give Theraflu Flu and Sore Throat a good rating. There is a "Severe" version that would be even better if I could find it.
This one helps with fever as well as all the other unpleasant aspects I mentioned with the Theraflu.
It's not even expensive. A bottle costs about five dollars at the drug store. There is a generic version at Walmart for a dollar less but I bought the Tylenol brand. I know this is unnecessary but I did it anyway.
This blue stuff has the added advantage of knocking you out so you can sleep. I take it at night, because it really causes drowsiness. I consider that a big plus, since when you are sleep you don't feel sick.
I figure on buying a few bottles of all three of these (if I can find the Theraflu) and putting them down in our medicine locker. I usually take NyQuil but I think these do a better job of getting you out of the hurt locker more rapidly than NyQuil does.
Since it's the cold and flu season, I thought I'd pass these experiences on. If you don't need the medicine now, you probably will before the winter is out.
Because I was not a Socialist.
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Because I was not a Jew.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Well, the gas truck driver does not want to drive up the jeep trail. I admit, it's narrow and would be easy to go off of, plunging down into the gully. But he knew the job was dangerous when he took it. There are times, coming down in my F250, that I get a little nervous I might hook a wheel over too far and go rolling over the side. I'm sure driving a big gas truck up there is not fun.
However, the road was designed to be hard to get up. I do not want a freeway leading up to my buildings, nor am I interested in having a connection to the forest service road that someone might consider indicative of there being a good target up the mountain.
The problem is that the driver is not a local. Those local fellows can go just about anywhere, they grew up here and they are used to it. This guy is a flat lander and he hasn't got the intestinal fortitude to take the truck up. I have been up here for decades and I've had drivers complain about the road but I never had one flat refuse to try it before. I went to town, to the office to get this straighted out, but there were no decision makers there. So, I told them if they didn't find someone who can drive to deliver my fuel by tomorrow I'd just switch to another company. Since the companies fix the prices to keep them high, one is no different than another in that respect. It's irritating. You just never know what's going to come up next that you have to take care of.
German aircraft and tanks were the best of the war. They developed the STG 44, the first assault rifle. Their problem was that while they might produce one Panther or Tiger tank, the allies cranked out 100 Shermans, T-34's, or other lesser but still deadly vehicles. God is on the side of the biggest battalions, as Uncle Joe Stalin liked to quip.
It's hard to get a sense of the individual German soldier, though. Most of the books you can get were written by German officers, and most of those were written by Generals, or by specialists like fighter pilots, U-boat commanders, or others. That's where Guy Sajer's book is so valuable. As a record of infantry combat in the German Army on World War II's Eastern Front, it's the best there is. Strangely, Sajer wasn't a "real" German by the lights of his time. His mother was German, his father French. He tried to join the Luftwaffe, washed out, and wound up as a driver in the transport corps. Later on, he volunteered for service in the elite Gross Deutschland division and that's where the story really begins.
The book has been published in a lot of different languages, and it's an old book, but it can still be found in English, at least in Paperback. I've got a thirty nine year old copy from my time in the Marine Corps, where the book was sold in the Marine Corps Association bookstore at the officers Basic School. For all I know, (and I hope it is) it's still sold there.
It's not concerned with strategy and as Sajer himself said, writing it many years after the war, he was not trying to write a history of the war. What he did want to do, and what he succeeded in doing, was recording the experiences of the individual German soldier on the Eastern Front. It's worth reading ,even if you're not a veteran. I've just finished reading it again, and every time I do I learn something new.
If you wonder what the association is with the survivalist lifestyle, read the book. You won't wonder then.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
There is not a sound in the forest. I just went out to feed the dogs. No insect noises, no animal noises. Just dead silence. In summer the forest is a regular riot of noise, sometimes there's so much racket you can hardly sleep. When winter comes though, everything goes silent. There should be a good moon tonight so in a bit I'll go out on the porch for awhile and enjoy the moonlight in the trees.
The propane truck will be coming Thursday. One thing I always do is make sure the tank stays near full. Since I heat with propane, cook with it, heat water with it, and dry my clothes with it, I don't want to run short if ice or snow makes it impossible for the truck to get up the mountain. If I ran out of propane I could get by, since I have backups to everything, but it wouldn't be as easy or as comfortable. These days easy and comfortable matter more than they used to.
|Jet and Spike. No match for Ragnar the Terrible.|
Monday, November 18, 2013
So you can see, Handloader does not have wide appeal. Charles Petty wrote an article in the current edition in which he was whining about going to his gun club, and not many people were shooting. He waxed eloquent about what a bunch of idiots people were who laid back ammo, because that caused shortages for the range crowd. He also hates people who are selling ammo during the shortage for more than it was before Obama got his hooks into taking everybody's guns after repeatedly promising not to do so. (Have you noticed that Obama's word is not sacrosanct? I wouldn't buy a used car from the jerk, that's for certain.)
Well, since nobody reads Handloader, we won't have the main stream media trumpeting his article as proof that "sensible people" don't store ammo, but still, as the British say, I just don't need the "agro.":
Then about an hour ago, my son calle. He said he had a text message on his cell phone from my daughter saying she needed to go to the doctor and wanted him to drive. He said it was from 10:30. I tried to call my daughter, and got her voice mail. I called her boyfriend, and got his voice mail. I called the hospital she goes to, and they said she had not checked in.
She has had a number of experiences where she just faints and collapses on the floor. I called my son back and told him to get in his car and drive over there, it's only a few minutes away from the apartment.
Then I called my wife and woke her up. She reminded me that my daughter had been to the clinic this morning and asked me if we had checked the time on the message. I called my son, and it was from this morning. He and I both missed the time issue because we figured she was having another one of her blood pressure drops.
Sometimes I want them both to just move back home so I can control things better. It's hard being on the far end of a long communications link trying to figure out what's going on. I am a helicopter parent, always hovering over their heads, I guess.
At least it ended well. I was about to the point where I figured we had another major daughter disaster on our hands.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
My wife has been sick for awhile with bronchitis. She was staying at her mom's, since she works in that town, but she didn't go to school all week. She has a lot of sick leave saved up, and I'm glad she had sense enough not to go to school and infect all the kids, though it's hard for her to miss work. Her sister is a doctor and has been taking care of her, but my wife wanted to come home for the weekend, sick or not. So I drove over there yesterday, picked her up, and brought her home. Just over 100 miles round trip, and on the wrong side of the mountains, but I didn't mind. She has been sleeping for the most part since she got home, but you know how it is. When you are sick, you want to be in your own home.
I went to town to get Tussin DM, since we have used up all we had between her and me recently. While I was there, I checked the ammo counter. Low and Behold! There was someone actually working there for a change. I bought two cans of Tula 9mm , 100 rounds per can, boxer primed and brass cases to boot. The price was good, as you can see below. I would have bought more, since they had about 6 cans, but they are still doing the "two boxes to a customer per day" routine on ammo.
I think I will start getting more ammo the way Democrats get more votes in the cities. I'll drive around til I find a bum, then give him a carton of smokes if he will go in and buy me two cans of ammo. I remember Clinton got a lot of votes in Chicago that way.
I know Tula steel cased ammo has a reputation for being very dirty. This stuff was produced in Bosnia, so maybe it won't have that attribute. At any rate, 9mm is still as scarce as hen's teeth here, so I got what I could, when I could.
Looks like primo ammunition, and it's reloadable and cheap. That's a good combination.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Not that the individual on the show was very impressive. He pranced around saying "I'm going to take your stuff and there's no way you can stop me." Now, I guess maybe that could be true in Washington State, though even that seems a stretch. Back here in the South, I doubt this individual and his little band would last a week. For one thing, he seemed to assume that his victims would all be unarmed and asleep in bed when he materialized. He also seems to have discounted the fact that most people have dogs, so it wouldn't be easy to break into the house and kill everybody off in their beds. Just because this guy and his band were clowns, doesn't mean everybody who thinks that way is too.
If you remember the L.A. riots, you will recall that some of the people (and I use the term loosely) who were interviewed after attacking cars, pulling people out and beating them up said they were having a great time. The video of the kid throwing a brick into the skull of the truck driver who had been beaten up, and then pointing at him and dancing around the guy laying on the ground, is a good indication that there are people who delight in barbaric behavior.
Guns and Ammo magazine was located in a big building down town. After the riots, Guns and Ammo ran an article about the whole event as it effected them. Several other magazines, of the haute couture variety, were located in the same building. The people who worked for those regarded the Guns and Ammo staff as knuckle draggers and did their best to ignore them. They wouldn't even exchange greetings in the elevator. One of the things I remember from the article was that as the fire and smoke drew closer to the building, all these "beautiful people" from the glossy magazines started showing up in the Guns and Ammo offices, asking if they could stay there until things quieted down. Now why would that be, I wonder?
The point is, there really are some savages out there. Sometimes the threat of the law and being apprehended holds them in check. If that threat is ever removed, then these people run absolutely wild. I come across blogs occasionally where the authors are waiting for the collapse with baited breath, because that will be their opportunity to pay everyone back for everything about society the writer doesn't like. Sort of a Katrina event on a larger scale.
I remember one Doomsday Preppers show where some latter day Hippies in New England were building themselves a self sustaining group. When asked what they would do if they were confronted with violent looters, the lady who ran the thing said they would invite them to a meal and teach them to cooperate.
Good Luck with that.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
|My brother makes a supply run during the last "bird flu" season.|
A Tale of Tamiflu
It's still cold outside. I did the necessary chores and came back inside. Since then I've been doing everything but what I need to do. There's a whole lot of paperwork I need to get through, but I've been stalling. I tried to watch one of the really terrible "made for tv" movies on the Science Fiction channel but had to give it up. The show was just too cheesy, even for me.
I haven't picked up the mail in two days, and I'm not going to pick it up today. Driving down the mountain and doing the gate is too big a pill, and it's too cold to walk. I thought I'd drive into town today, if only to have lunch somewhere, but I got up too late. There were coyotes last night, so my dogs kept me awake raising hell and I didn't get much sleep. That meant I slept in way too late today. I'm trying not to do that.
The end result of that will be hauling stuff up the mountain on a sled. I have a big metal and wood "real sled" but this little cheap kids sled works fine if you just have a few packages from the grocery store.
If we are expecting a big snow, I park a couple of the vehicles down by the hard surface road. My trail down the mountain, and the forest service gravel road it connects to, are impassable in the snow because they are very steep. If the snow starts to melt during the day, then refreezes at night, you get ice and even four wheel drive won't hold you steady on a sloping surface covered with ice.
At our local Walmart, you can usually find Winchester, Federal and Privi Partisan in the common cartridges for hand guns.
The cost is about 30% above what it was before all this started. That means commercial ammunition is well past the threshold where it's cheaper to load your own. The problem is finding components. I really only have one source of reloading supplies like powder and primers, about three hours away in Tennessee. I haven't been up there in awhile so I don't know what the situation is on that. I have enough components and ancillary supplies to keep me reloading for quite awhile even without buying any more. Winter is traditionally when I do my reloading, because it's something you can do inside at a time when going outside may not be an option.
In a way, that's fortunate. To make the trip cost effective, I have to buy a significant amount of reloading supplies when I make the trip. That means that for some time after I drive over there, I have a large amount of reloading components on hand. It's just as well, because I have a pretty lengthy list of chamberings to reload for.
When I load for rifles, I tend to choose mild charges. That's because the full powered battle rifles of the 1896- 1945 era will really beat you up with a full load. During the Irish Easter Rebellion, the British found the rebels on the street after the fighting was over, by the simple expedient of having all men take off their shirts. Anyone who had been firing a rifle was clearly marked by bruising on the right shoulder. Full power military loads are pretty tough in the recoil department. While bolt guns aren't that finicky about powder charges, semi-autos tend to be much more difficult to find the right loads for. I have a French MAS 49-56 that won't fire Privi Partisan 7.54 Mas, for instance, but fires French surplus 7.54 Mas with no problem. All that has to be taken into account when you are reloading.
Because I can't be entirely certain that circumstances will always allow me to match up a box of ammo with a serial number on a rifle, I size my entire cartridge case when I reload. That means that I should be able to use, for instance, a .303 British cartridge I reloaded in any of my Enfields. People who actually can load for a specific rifle all the time don't resize the whole cartridge case, so their brass lasts longer.
The most expensive component of a loaded round of ammunition is the case. A case can be reused many times, depending on a number of factors. Just leaving it laying on the ground is wasteful. Being able to reload also provides ammunition for some of my more unique weapons. A lot of these old guns either have no commercial ammo available at all, or it is so expensive you can't afford to shoot it.
Being able to reload means as long as I have brass and bullets, I'll be able to put rounds together. A good example is the Hungarian M95 carbine. It's chambered in 8X56R. To fire the weapon, you have to have the appropriate Mannlicher clip. You have to have the right brass, and hardest of all, you have to find the right sized bullets. Hornaday makes the loaded round, so you can buy brass from them. But the bullets are a different matter. Graf and Sons offers the bullets periodically but doesn't stock them all the time. When the flyer comes and they have that bullet, I buy a lot of them. You can never tell when that source will dry up and then all you will have is what is in your reloading room.
I think one day, Obama or someone like him will issue a fuhrer diktat, (executive order) and buying commercial ammo without signing your life away will end. In the PDR of Kalifornia that's already the case. Then you will have what's in your storeroom. If you reload, you can probably keep yourself going for a long time because powder, bullets, cases, primers et al don't take up a lot of room. If you don't, when the last box of cartridges has been used it's time to get out your sword.