And what he says is the complete truth. My current job is completely outside the skill set of what I spent the last 7 years doing. But it pays the damn bills, and leaves me with a bit afterwards to ferret away.
With the exception of the 32 ACP and the 7.62x39, I have dies and components to reload for all of em, too. I actually have components for the x39, I just need to pick up dies. Because brass cased x39 is rare as hens teeth and twice as expensive.
My story is actually a non-story. I grew up around guns. They were no big mystery to me. My first memory of actually shooting was at Scout camp, when I was 8. Dad had a rifle and a shotgun while I was growing up, and I was probably 5 or 6 when he went on his last elk hunt, and before he left, he taught me a couple basics about guns. I got the gun I truly learned marksmanship on for my 15th birthday. I started buying guns for myself when I was 21, and it's been all downhill from there.
On our last camping trip/range outing (sorry, no pics, I was occupied), I learned something. My wife is hell on wheels with an AR. Be it my carbine, or our friend's built-up Varminter, the woman is just plain scary good with that platform.