When I was an aspiring young trap shooter, and poorer than Stan, I would pick up plastic shells in the winter on Monday morning in front of the trap line. They would be covered in snow and tobacco juice.
I ran those in the washing machine once like an article in one of the magazines said you could do. They omitted the part about the spin cycle centrifuging the primers out that then ended up in the pump.
My laundry room privileges were curtailed... even after I fixed the machine. She's a poor sport.
