A few weeks ago, I went to a range to shoot my AR15. I wore an old golf shirt that I left untucked and a pair of shorts.
At one point during the session, the guy to the left of me let go a pretty fast volley from his own AR15, which began a cascade of brass my way. The first one caught me on the side of my head, which I shook off. The next two were more of a problem.
Almost simultaneously, I felt two hot pieces of brass go down the back of my shirt. The first one almost stuck between my undershirt and my back, so I kind of yelped and stood up, pulling my shirt away from my body. That had the effect of dropping that casing out of my shirt, but by doing that it allowed the second one to go down the back of my briefs, where it temporarily wedged...well, the only place it could get wedged.
I'm sure anyone catching those dance moves would have gotten an eyefull.
The shooter around my right side barricade came around to see what all the commotion was about, and started laughing. Double Naught Spy was my host that day, and was two shooters over to my left (although with his face into his scope, and that muzzle brake doing it's thing), I can't say he gave me much notice.
Yeah, amazing how hot those rascals can get!
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