First of all; Welcome Home Brother!"
That's what I like best about the big cigar box, when it comes to reloading at the range. I glued in some brackets here and there to hold items in place. I wish the box was about 18"x14"x12" tall with a removable tray that was about three inches deep. The main issue with the arbor press and Wilson dies is that your not going to be doing any full length sizing at the range. One of these days I'll tackle that issue as well. Now for a small box to put the scale in, just go to one of the better cigar stores. They have all sorts of boxes to fit your needs in there. Then for a clear top, goto a hobby shop and buy a piece of plastic sheet and cut it to fit. Then cut a hole in the top for your funnel or trickler. The BBK I use is fairly flat and low in profile, so you get by with murder. My whole box loaded might weigh ten pounds max.
Sarge, welcome to my world! I was first hit with Agent Orange a few klicks south of Chu Lai in the later stages of Tet in 68. They said it was bug killer (exact words when we asked). Then a few months later out in the Que Son Valley. More bug killer! Then out at Thien Phouc they really sprayed the place in August of 68. More bug killer! Only two days later everything was dead or dying. Two weeks later 22 of us had these festering sores that were doubling in size every two or three days. The medics had no idea what to do, and a line outfit can't loose 22 guys at the sametime. They flew out two doctors and some nurses (first round eyed women we'd seen in months). They left a few hours later and said they'd be back. They showed up a couple days later with three civilian doctors and even more nurses. By now the one on my leg is about the size of a tennis ball and really looking nasty. The divided us up into about five or six groups and treated each group differently trying to find a solution. They used a veterinary medicine on me that they actually put with a putty knife. The doctors wanted all of us to goto Japan or back to the states, but you already know that answer! So anyway it cleared up, but never left. Forty three years later, it knocked on my door again. They pumped massive amounts of steroids in me and it looked like I caught this in time, but had no idea about the link. The specialists that was treating me found this place on my leg that was about a half inch away from where the new infection started. I told him about August 1968. He simply muttered the words "anti defoliant", and started writing a lot of stuff in my files. He then said to keep a daily check on the spots where it started from, and he expected to be seeing me again. Three years later it knocked on my door again, but this time in spades. By now I own the Government, and at least they have a starting point instead of chasing their tail for forty years. I call my doctor, and he sends me strait to the specialist. It was new doctor out on Indiana University, and she has no idea where to start, but calls in two other specialists. By the end of the day I have five working on me. The last guy was an older guy, and he's looking my legs over and chest (by now it's from my chin to my ankles). Finds this place near my ankles that feels funny and like there's nothing under the skin. Asked me about it and I told him about the bug killer in August 68. Then he asked me exactly where the current infect started down there. About three quarter inch from the Agent Orange scars. He said they were the same infection right upfront. He said we got to get ahead of the spread of the infection or I'm toast! Now I scared. He puts me back on Prednisone again, but eight times the dosage! Plus an antibiotic that was brutal. Least it stopped growing, but after two months it was about to kill me. Then he takes me off that stuff and puts me on Cyclosporine and two other steroids. There was fourth, but we learned I couldn't handle it. After about five weeks we see little progress and in some ways I'm getting worse. The older guy became the team leader and he says stop the madness! No more steroids! We're killing him. But the growth had stopped. By now I'm swollen all over, and as red as a beet. Brings a plastic surgeon to the team, and he prescribes this deep moisturizing cream that women would sell their virginity for! Really helped a lot, but the infection is still there. They have a conference call with several off site doctors and came to the conclusion that when they gave me the massive doses of Prednisone it went over the top and my body developed an intolerance to it (like an allergy). Then they have a couple more chats, and decide it's time to try a class c steroid or as he called it a designer drug. He prescribes a thirty day supply with a forty minute lecture on being very careful with the stuff. It was like eating candy compared to all the others, and within 48 hours I could see a serious difference. This stuff is seriously kicking AG's *** big time. The doctor calls me every other day at the house to make sure I'm OK, and said he's writing another prescription and having it mailed with some others that are for another issue they found during a blood draw. They show up right before Memorial day, but there's no steroid in there. I thought the hospital would no have their clinics open so I waited till Tuesday to get in touch with them. The doctor I would normally see was on vacation that week, and the put me with a new guy and he told the nurse to get me in there asap. I went in the next day, and told them I was out of the steroid and the infection was moving very fast again. He said their tracking records show that it was mailed out ten days prior, and I should have got it a week ago (been four days with out it). He calls down to the pharmacy and has the guy do a new prescription asap. I take the stuff in the hospital as it was that bad. There's only four places in Indiana that even carry the stuff, and 95% of the doctors can't even prescribe it. I get home and stop by the mail box and the steroid is in there (took nine days to move it twelve miles). I did two more supplies of the stuff, and I'm now off it for good.
The doctor feels that with all these steroids I've been doing at massive doses, that I've now created some allergies to boot. Tuesday I start those tests. I'm ready for this to end! But what I'd really like to do is to kill the head on Monsanto!
gary
