Dad wore me out.
5.56mm
I will tell you a story. When I was about 8 years old we went to my grandfathers ranch. I had a BB gun and hunted birds (Il would not kill one now for $1,000). I really felt like a real hunter. I tried to carry a 22 bullet in my pocket, just to make me feel like a hunter. While hunting I decided I wanted to see what gun powder looked like. So, I sit off the let at the brass with my pocket knife. So there was still lead in the brass. How to get it out….How to get it out? So I dug with the point of the knife, but that did not work. So, I though if I bent the brass it might let me dig out the lead. So I started beating on the brass as I held it against a post. Now a 22 is a rim fire, not a primer round. As I hit it , again and again it discharged in my hand. I still have powder tattooing in my left hand. Luckily the bullet did not hit me, but it could have killed me. I have never spoken of this until now. I did not tell my Dad or brother or wife. I do not know why I tell you now, but I feel better that I did.