Sat on my couch, I've got my hunting gear spread out on my coffee table. Sent Dinky home about an hour ago; don't want this being known. I've got my rifle laid out, slightly dissembled for maintenance. A Model 70 Alaskan, chambered in .30-06; I peek through the scope, rubbing the end softly with a cloth to clear a smudge. I have about 20 rounds for it, enough for three reloads after I've filled it once. Kind of wish I had more, but that's all I had stuffed in my bag before I wound up here; and honestly, I don't want to rely on this method. I want to use it like a springboard. I keep the spare rounds in a small pouch on my belt for hand-loading, no magazines.