An Unadvertised Benefit

Bang poink. Bang poink. Bang-ity bang bink poink.

Ya know, revolvers don’t pelt other people with spent brass. Well, OK, they might, in which case the person holding the remains of the revolver needs rapid medical attention because something went terribly and loudly wrong, but in general, revolvers do not send hot brass flying all over the place.

At the moment, I have long fluffy hair, thanks to no hair cut since March and the humidity. Said hair, when worn in my usual “not at Day Job or gym” style, catches spent brass, keeping it out of my shirt collar. I had never had the opportunity to observe this before.

Apparently I impressed the range master by not twitching as I got pelted with hot brass from both sides. This is partly because I was a wee bit focused on dealing with a new-to-me handgun and range set up, and partly self-discipline and training. I knew the brass was coming, be it mine or from someone on either side of me.

I hadn’t anticipated the brass coming to rest in my hair as spent casings ejected over the partitions between shooting positions. For a few minutes I was tri-metallic: copper, brass, and silver.

Well, this is why you don’t wear tank-tops, open-toed shoes, or low-cut blouses (or unbuttoned shirts) when you are around semi-automatic firearms, or anything else that ejects hot cartridge casings in seemingly random directions.

Bang poink.

12 thoughts on “An Unadvertised Benefit

  1. I would have thought this was common sense… alas, common sense is strikingly Uncommon these days…

  2. I had to laugh, having experience of a different ginger whose hair fluffed (a 2-comber*) under similar conditions. Just had an amusing image of the Celtic goddess Brigid clad in brazen armor, but wielding an automatic pistol instead of a spear. Now muttering invectives at the target which refuses to show her rounds as all X-ring, turning it into mulch.

    Eyes, ears, skin – lots to protect. Some people only learn from the first contact burn.

    * Some hair frizz or fluffs require the sacrifice of combs, before taming. The other combs recall their names, and live in fear of the *crack*. That sound means another comb gave its life, and it’s now your turn. The de-tangler conditioner never works as expected.

  3. Hair?
    Whazzat?
    .
    Hats are good.
    Sunburn on your scalp is not.
    Brims deflect spent brass, and keep you from becoming a literal redneck.

    • If I’m outside, yes, there’s a hat crammed under my hearing protection. At an indoor range with five of eight shooting positions in use . . . not so much with the hat.

  4. Revolvers don’t eject incriminating evidence every time you pull the trigger…

    My wife is a redhead, and left-handed. She quickly learned that a scoop-neck top was a bad idea when we were shooting the SMG.

    It took quite some time before she could see the humor in it. I know it probably smarted a bit, I’ve had hot brass make it past my collar before. (also left-handed)

  5. Good for you, not reacting to ‘distractions’ that is… Wait till one pops you in the glasses then ‘sticks’ to your cheek. Sigh

    • Got one healing from a .22LR sticking to the top of my inner elbow. Understand!

  6. Yep! Hence the prevalence of Aussie slouch hats on the 100m firing point – they not only kept the sun out your eyes but did a fine job of deflecting your left-hand neighbour’s brass if his bolt-action was a bit on the lively side. I seem to remember (it’s a long time ago now) that the common courtesy for left-handers (there were a couple in that club) was to take the extreme left hand position on the firing point, where their brass would hit the wall not their neighbours.

    • I’m not surprised. If you don’t completely “pickle” engines for storage, unhappy mechanical things do tend to ensue.

  7. One day I met an acquaintance at an outdoor range to familiarize him with the Kalashnikov pattern rifle — he and never handled one before. There was a kind of minimalist shooting table that stretched across 10 positions. There were a couple guys already at one end all settled in with sandbags and spotting scopes and hunting rifles, carefully squeezing of shots. We went to the far other end, leaving about 15+ feet between us and them, with us positioned to their left. After a run through on the mechanics of the Kalashnikov, my friend sighted down range and cranked off about 10 shots. As he fired I slowly became aware that the guys at the other end were giving us the hairy eyeball.

    One of the contributors to the Kalashnikov’s reliability is that it uses a lot of gas from the departing round to vigorously, even violently, extract the case. Thus when the case is ejected it soars quite some distance…pelting our neighbors with a rain of steel cases.

    We adjusted our position and shooting stance a bit to give them some relief. 🙂

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