Zombie Steve drove up this afternoon for a couple days of loading and some casting. Showed him around the room and the LNL's with case feeders. Got a big grin on his face then asked if he could thumb through the owner's manual. H'e gotta be the fastest guy I've ever seen... stepped out of the room for a couple minutes to go piddle... he managed to unbolt one of the LNL's, grab 8 pounds of Unique, 8 pounds of Clays and my last 2 pounds of Power Pistol. H probably would have made it all the way to his car if he hadn't gotten greedy and tried to tuck 2 five gallon buckets of wheel weights under his arm. When the police got here they informed me that because he was a flatlander I could go ahead and just shoot him. Wouldn't ya know it, didn't have one loaded round in the whole house. I came up with a better punishment though... I'm keeping his dog. Seems to me I had the same problems when Little Stevie came up here. Jack Wanna kill these ads? We can help!