Brass Rats Anonymous...
Hello, my name is Smokey Joe and I'm a Brass Rat. (Chorus: "Hi, Smokey Joe.")
My problem, if you wish to call it that, is that I have no desire to be cured at all. I have lots of nice brass for most of the cartridges for which I reload. I also collect all the brass I can grab--the unusual for a collector friend, and the magnums to resell @ a gun show--most of which ends up as scrap metal. The Chinese aren't buying copper on the world market, at the moment, so the price of brass is down somewhat, but rest assured, it will go up again. When it does I'm off to the scrap metal dealer once again, with all the brass, the car batteries, and the Al cans.
At my usual range, the AR shooters run through .223 like it was going out of style, and the target shooters bang away with surplus .308 and .30-'06. They save none of it, and unfortunately, are pretty poor at policing after themselves.
Being a Yankee and a Scot, this just sets my teeth on edge, and that's an itch I'd rather scratch than be cured of. Helps pay for the reloading/shooting.