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when i was really young, my dad got a bunch of shotgun shells and different types of ammo from a guy who died down the road (via his wife). The old man had it stashed away in his backyard shed for 40 years probably, his wife told us. it had just sat, not being rotated or anything. about a quarter of the shotgun shells worked, and 2/3 of the rest of the ammo fired. it was pretty funny, i remembered wondering if the next shell would go off. My dad had dug a hole in our sand box and was pitching the ones that didn't go off in there. a little excitement for a child.
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