Years ago when I was poor, I only had one rifle - a .270. I reloaded everything for it and that included 90 gr. hollow points for varmints. My buddy and I spent many pleasant summer afternoons exchanging b.s. and banging away at gophers as far away as we could see 'em. It was good practice and good fun. I was reloading a batch of those hollow points one afternoon and kind of expecting a phone call. Let's say it was a phone call from a tall, blonde amazon. I'm in the middle of 50 rounds and looking forward to outshooting my buddy. Phone rings. Now, I KNOW that I don't answer the phone when I'm reloading. I know that because I close the door behind me and it is one my rules. Cue the blonde. I leave and pick up the phone. Blah, blah, blah. Back to reloading. When I'm done, I make a thermos of coffee and arrange to meet my buddy on a ranch we have access to and which is polluted with gophers. At some point in the afternoon, I line up on one about 350 yds away. It's real windy so it's going to be a Hail Mary shot but I've got a bipod and lots of ammo and what the heck. I line it up, adjust, concentrate and slowly squeeze it off. "click" My buddy snickers. WTF. I forgot to chamber a new load. I tell him to bugger off and slam another one home. Gopher's still there. "click" I'm stunned. I wait and pull the bolt back, slowly...thinking I've got a dud. I see the brass and then see the end of a 90 gr. hollow point poking out the end of the brass. What the..... I look down the barrel. It's dark. Now I start to break out in a cold sweat. This no longer funny. Thankfully, I had a cleaning rod in the truck to knock out the 90 gr. hollow point that was pushed into the lands by the first "click". That's the bullet that pushed back the one I saw poking out of the brass after the second "click". I loaded exactly two - and only two - rounds with no powder in that batch of 50. It just happened that I put them in consecutively. When I had pulled the first dud round out, I had seen exactly what you'd expect to see if you forgot to load a fresh round - a spent brass with a fired primer. God looks after fools and drunks. Since then, I never, but never, put a brass into the seating die until I look into it and see powder. I can stand too little powder. I can even stand too much powder. But no powder at all is really bad. That's the way I'm training my daughter to do it. I carried that 90 gr. hollow point around for years. I always intended to get it gold-plated and make a necklace out of it, but somewhere along the line I lost it. Hope that helps someone. Regards, edit: And I never took another call while reloading. Big blonde or not.