and I did not melt. Never made it to the pistol side; by the time I finished the rifle stuff I was too hot, and it was late enough, that I had to go. But did find some things out, including that some people either don't think, or are jackasses. As in I saw a glint in a trash can, and found almost fifty rounds of new, once-fired .270 brass. Someone actually took the time to pick it up, put it in the cartridge sleeves, and throw it in the trash.
I think I know someone who'll be able to use it.
More on the rest of the stuff later. I need to drink some more, and eat something.