Factory for now, but I do save all my brass. Just in case I really get into it.
Yep I do have some, and the plus side I am pretty well respected. I will add to what I mentioned above. I have no problem training someone, I actually enjoy teaching people what I know. For instance, for the HVAC and boiler operation, the State has employees called Plant Maintenance Engineers. Yet this State facility I interviewed at yesterday uses general repair workers. Those are the grunts, they hang pictures, replace ceiling tiles, light bulbs, etc.. They are not specialized and that is my biggest worry about taking the job if offered.
I bought the same deer rifle as my buddy had but on his suggestion I bought it in .270 whereas his is ought-six, so we could load up different rounds and see how they compare. In theory a 30.06 should be able to carry a little heavier load a little further with a little more accuracy, and a .270 should be able to do same with a little lighter load. What we found was, with all the powders, loads and conceivable combinations out there, anything ya' can load the one to do, ya' can load the other to do. For all the better we shoot anyway.
I was loading some hot Nosler ballistic-tip loads that sure flew straight but when I'd shoot a deer inside of 150 yards, which is like, basically all the times I shoot a deer, they'd usually blow right through before they fully expanded, wouldn't kill the deer right away. So I went back to the factory Remington Core-Lok'ds 'cause they're real accurate, real consistent and it's like shooting the deer twice. The big piece mushrooms out to the diameter of a quarter, stops, and knocks the deer off its feet. The little piece goes on to rattle around the chest cavity doing all kinda damage. The deer fall where ya' hit 'em.
For the groundhog shootin' at any caliber, the Nosler boat-tails just can't be beat, for drivin' tacks at long distance.
I "worked" for the state too, though I don't know what part of it could be called "work" by conventional standards. No lifting, no using tools much, no bein' out in the heat or the cold much, lotta BS to endure though.
One thing I've learn't about gummints is, any deal ya' make with 'em, they require you to hold up your end under penalty of law, and then after ya' do, they welch. They're like Wendell P. Wimpy: they'll gladly pay ya' Tuesday for a hamburger today. Then when Tuesday comes they stiff ya'. But worse than Wimpy: if you don't give 'em the hamburger they fire and/or arrest ya'.