My idiot nephew tossed a paper bag into a camp fire without checking what was in it - a box of .30-30 cartridges. The fire flared and popped a few times but there were only a few projectiles. We all hit the dirt with the first audible pop and stayed down until the stuff stopped flying. Obviously they weren't 150 grain bullets but we thought at the time they might have been fragments of shredded cases. Later on, after we thought about it some, it seemed more reasonable that they were probably primers that popped out of their seats. Next morning we poked through the fire and found brass casings (melting point like 1500F) and some gobs of melted lead. We also found three or four casings about 25 feet from the fire. Most of the casings had no primers and no unburned powder in them.

She does stuff like that all the time. Keeps me on my toes.

I have a friend that lives with his ex. I asked if they were going to remarry. He said he planned to wait on remarrying until after could afford to have his doctor put those kidney stones back in.

I found this and posted it and never got a reply from any of the participants. I'd look it up, but it's late, the vodka is well sunk in, and the music has it's hold, so you're free to do my homework should you wish

Here's your post from a while back, and you found a video as well. I'll be curious to watch that...

http://www.democraticunderground.com/10023497213#post146