While shooting a friend's .44 Mag to compare it with mine, (certainly better trigger than my Redhawk!) I was getting the obligatory flecks in the face that seem to come from especially cheap lead reloads, and suggested he try the PMC 240 gr JHPs I was shooting. I loaded his gun to demonstrate. First round gave me a bleeding cheek due to jacket being shaved off by the forcing cone. I unloaded the gun and told him to have it smithed for timing. I think he was secretly glad it was me instead of him.
On a more humorous note, about 3 weeks ago, I took my carry .45 and my Delta Elite to my favorite range. I seem to get alot of .45 ACP brass down my shirt and the only time it really burns is when it sticks in my collar against my neck, otherwise the low-pressure round cools off pretty fast. Not so, the high -pressure 10. In the middle of a magazine from my Delta, seemingly in slow motion, the spent brass lofted over my head in a perfect arc with it's course set on the back of my collar, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Not only did it hit it's target, but it seemed to not hit anything on the way down to it's final resting place against my back at the beltline. I'm pretty sure I could hear the case sizzling against me. I immediately safed the gun and layed it down on the firing line and commenced backing up and grasping, tearing, jumping, and finally dislodging the offending case, and proceeded to throw it into the can. (Didn't even save it for reloading; that'll teach it!) As I started to get redressed, I looked up to see the whole range laughing their a**es off, including the spectators behind the glass, some of whom were clapping and stomping their feet, ala 3 Stooges.