I heard of this happening to other people, but never thought it would happen to me: I was passing through a small mountain town on the way to an archery elk hunt, and stopped at a local gun shop. After pawing through some of the used guns on the rack, I turned around and staring me right in the face was a stack of BR-4 primers. A dozen 1000 piece boxes in all. I grabbed two boxes feeling very lucky. I left a bunch behind for the next lucky bastard putting in the leg work.









