So, I was in the loading room today - loading a small batch of 300 Blackout. I took a little break in the middle of seating bullets, to just gaze around and enjoy the ambiance. I started thinking about how I am an old fart now, and it won't be long and I will probably have to swear off the big stuff. In retirement it will probably be mostly 22 Rimfire to 300 Magnum. And I do have 5 30 caliber rifles to feed, so I should be good. Then my mind wandered to the inevitable question..."do I have enough of a 30 caliber bullet stash to make it to the grave"? Without taking my hand from the press, I started counting .308 diameter bullets...about 11,000 jacketed. I also have enough lead to cast up another 50,000, but most of that lead will probably be used for pistol boolits. If I go through 500 308 bullets per year, and I retire at 65, I need to croak at 87 or I am going to run out of bullets! I would like to make it at least as long as my dear old dad made it, so it appears I need to buy at least another 2,000 30 cal!! And this is how the mind works, as it descends into the pit of elder irrationality!