Was at POPS indoor range yesterday shooting WW165 .40 FMJ at my target minding my own business, when an errant just fired brass shell casing ejected from that new (to me) Glock-23, flew through the air and came to rest between my shooting glasses, and left eye socket.
I first tried to shake my head, hoping to shake it loose like having an enraged BEE had landed there, one zillionth of a second later it was slap off those shootring glasses time.
I've had them lodge in my shirt, came home with a few casings in my shirt pocket, had arm and neck brass kissy burns before, but this one was a definate wake up.
Ball cap even at the indoor coulda, shoulda, woulda kept me from getting this nice tear drop sized welt next to my left peeper.
I first tried to shake my head, hoping to shake it loose like having an enraged BEE had landed there, one zillionth of a second later it was slap off those shootring glasses time.
I've had them lodge in my shirt, came home with a few casings in my shirt pocket, had arm and neck brass kissy burns before, but this one was a definate wake up.
Ball cap even at the indoor coulda, shoulda, woulda kept me from getting this nice tear drop sized welt next to my left peeper.