Summer of 223

Match prep this summer has meant hitting the reloading bench on a weekly basis. Today's session brought something new. Temps climbed to near 100 at the reloading press. The loaded rounds actually felt warm to the touch. I mean like brass that had been fired a few minutes ago ... not so hot as to burn ya, but definitely warm.

T'was kinda weird.

Mailbox mystery ...

Dropped into the mail this morn ...
A solicitation to enroll in a Utah CCW class.

No big deal. Get these all the time.
So whats the mystery?
The sender was my local Harley Davidson dealer.
Not a gun shop. Not a gun rights organization.
A motorcycle dealer.

Interesting, eh?
Winning?