I'm thinking that perhaps my best move right now is to drop by my favorite local shop to see if they happen to have what I need gathering dust somewhere (happens with wonderful regularity). If they don't have the right bullets or the right mold, then perhaps I'll heat the antimony-lead alloy back up, ladel it out into ingots for later use, and melt down some soft pure (nearly pure) lead to cast in that .36 cal bullet mold. The soft lead might cut okay in my .356 sizing die. We'll see.
One of the bright spots in the weapons buyer panic is that I'm seeing a fair number of sporting shotguns and older guns of various types that seem likely to be trade-ins people have used to leverage their wallets into the market for more modern guns currently selling like ice pops in hell.
Julia and I are thinking about going bird hunting this fall. I've never been a hunter. I've stalked deer just out of curiosity. I'll never forget the look of indignation written on the face of a large buck I caught back up with, face to face, as he tried sneaking around the end of a ridge he'd popped over in Illinois, when I was a college student. I know a lot of people scoff at those who assign human emotions to animals, but I'm not one of them. Dogs are successful with humans largely because they understand our emotional states and objectives remarkably well. They don't over-intellectualize themselves out of the belief that they "get" us emotionally. You know, I had a classmate in college who was out at a small lodging overlooking the Mississippi river from a high bluff on the Illinois side for a semester. He said a herd of deer would often show up in the lawn at sunset and stare out over Missouri as the sun set, then leave. They did not forage there and there was no water. All they did was watch the sunset, and slip back into the woods. I never had any inclination to doubt that story, because I knew the guy -- knew he was a simple honest soul. And while I must admit that I'd have to be pretty hungry to shoot a deer as it watched the sunset, we'll probably take up deer hunting within a season or two as well.
Hunting can be a very good way to enjoy nature. It's deeply human. And there's an honesty in looking your dinner in the eye with a rifle shouldered that you just don't get in a grocery store. People who eat baloney and chicken nuggets and look down their noses at hunters are a bit ridiculous. At least the hunted animal lived a life of dignity and freedom. Beakless obese chickens stuffed in filthy cages going to the guilotines hung by their feet with no experience beyond the factory farm-- I've eaten plenty of them -- but I won't pretend that their little lives would not have been worth more to them if they'd been taken by hunters instead. So, here's to the hunters -- greater humanitarians than most self-described humanitarians will ever admit.