I thought I just detonated one primer, directly under the case it was supposed to be seating in. Turns out the whole magazine went off!! I couldn't tell at the time, cuz my bell got rung so bad. (I thought it was kinda loud for just a damned primer.)
The plastic primer rod for the primer warning system is embedded in the ceiling!
The whole mechanism is jammed, and the ram won't come all the way down or go all the way up.
Dismounted the primer feed assembly and magazine, and the primer feed tube is stuck inside the steel protective shroud. Either jammed in with blown primers or ruptured. Can't tell yet. I'm gonna have to just take the whole damned thing to Dillon and have them see if they can get it apart.
The odd thing is, the pressure required to operate everything was much stiffer today than when I used this machine last week. Nothing has been changed or altered since that time, and it was smooth as buttah then. Today I come in to start loading up some more of the same stuff, and for no apparent reason, the upstroke and downstroke of the ram required some strength behind them to get it done. I looked everything over many times trying to figure it out, and added a little gun oil to the ram piston to see if that would ease things up, but no dice. But it didn't seem to be causing any hazard or malfunctioning in any way I could discern, so I just started cranking out ammo and put up with the extra effort needed to do it, hoping whatever it was would free up sooner or later. I must have completed about 150 rounds before the detonation. No crushed primers before the big one, but I could feel the primers catching on the lip of the primer pockets of some of the cases as they shaved a hair of brass here and there on the way in.
The house smells like an indoor range now.
Did I mention I'm at my buddy's place? I'm the only one here. (They trust me like that, especially when I load up ammo for them and they don't have to.) I got some splainin' to do.