A couple months ago my 86 yo Uncle stopped by to pick up a little project I'd worked on for him. I had just finished cleaning my muzzleloader and was putting my stuff away when he arrived. He looked my rifle over and asking a few questions. He picked up a box of balls and I explained that I had cast them but was not very happy with my Lee pot and I was considering finding the stuff and starting ladle casting.
Fast forward a couple months and he stops by again and said he had some stuff for me. I go out to his van to find casting equipment. The Lyman hot pot belonged to his neighbor who passed away probably forty years ago. It heated up fine but didn't pour well so I emptied it out and gave it a good cleaning and it works fine, better than my Lee. I poured 225 .40 caliber balls with it yesterday afternoon.
He gave me everything but the Lyman hot pot, told me to keep it and if he ever needs it he knows where it is.
Fast forward a couple months and he stops by again and said he had some stuff for me. I go out to his van to find casting equipment. The Lyman hot pot belonged to his neighbor who passed away probably forty years ago. It heated up fine but didn't pour well so I emptied it out and gave it a good cleaning and it works fine, better than my Lee. I poured 225 .40 caliber balls with it yesterday afternoon.
He gave me everything but the Lyman hot pot, told me to keep it and if he ever needs it he knows where it is.