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.