This is sort of a crazy co-incidence but when I was a somewhat younger dawg people seemed to be divided between not even having heard of hand-loading and those thinking it was an incredibly dangerous activity best keep confined to gun nuts with a death wish. Growing up in the bush wasn't all bad, but it wasn't exactly the information super highway.
So anyways, I got a copy of JOCs Complete book of the rifle and shotgun from the Outdoor Life book club and read the snot out of it until the covers fell off when I probably should have been just playing with blocks. About the only people I knew that actually had heard of a 270 pronounced it as a two hundred and seventy, and knew a guy that knew a guy that said it shot flatter than piss on a platter and killed better than a 30-06. Or so they heard.

On the other hand my hero said it was great and light recoiling and killed like lightning and I'd already decided that a 30-30 was a piece of #### just by observation.
In that book JOC mentioned a few other calibers and more than one load for a 270; but did mention that the most consistently accurate load he had ever found for light sporters was 49.5 grains of 4064 with a 130. Naturally the first thing I did when my parents weren't looking was buy a Parker Hale in 270 and ordered a press and dies from the guy at the hardware store 35 miles away. He was sort of hesitant, but cleansed his concious by giving me the number of a guy he knew that had actually loaded a shell before. Like I was going to call him, that was long distance and cost money, which the one thing I knew I didn't have any of.
So, with nobody home and a press that wasn't bolted to anything I loaded 1 shell at what the Lee scoops swore was 47.5 grains of 4064 and stuck the gun out the door with the door between me and potential disaster and pulled the trigger. It made a pretty good bang sound, but when I ejected the casing it was all black and smoky. I thought that that meant I was a c*** hair away from blowing up stuff, but there was nothing else to do on
the farm and since the next possible increment I could move up with the scoops was Jacks 49.5 grains I went to that. Naturaly being the sane and cautious person that I am I held it in my left hand because a logical right handed person would rather lose his left hand than his right hand. It made a pretty good bang sound and nothing blew up. Crazy thing at the time is the case wasn't smokey this time. These days people would call my process "working up a load".
Want to hear something funny? I shot 3 barrels out with that load. If you got something to say to Jack; say it to me first