It's inevitable. Once people find out that you re-purpose junk in your work, cool things seem to make their way to you. Imagine my surprise and utter joy to come home and find a box of bullet casings! Yee Haa!
A while back I asked a very good friend of my husband's (who also happens to be a police lieutenant) if he could possibly pick me up some spent bullet casings the next time he went to the shooting range. And wouldn't you know it... paydirt! Literally!
You see, I had mentioned to him (as he gave me a quizzical look, still wondering what the heck I was going to do with these things), that the older and more aged they were the better. He literally dug around in the Pennsylvania dirt to retrieve these fine specimens for me. Thanks a bunch, Craig! You're the best!