Man am I glad to hear you guys have so much time left on the planet that you can waste hours monkeying around weighing, rolling, and otherwise treating, round balls. I’d buy back all the hours I wasted in a New York minute. After being shot into the dirt by an old friend, using my rejected round balls, and shooting second place in an Oregon trade gun match with round balls that couldn’t be called round balls at all, because they looked like a cross between a lead rain drop, and a prune. I say cast them in a good mold, with pure lead, and shoot em.
Hungry Horse