Share Your "Hot Brass" Stories

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Share You're "Hot Brass" Stories

Well, it happened.....after shooting guns for a number of years, I finally got some hot brass down inside my shirt. You would have thought that hornets were attacking me!
I was filming a friend shooting his .22 and suddenly, a casing flew over, banked-off of my camera housing and went straight into my collar. What's worse, it went tumbling down into my gut area so, I got to enjoy it for several seconds. Pretty embarrasing as others were looking-on wondering what the heck was up with me.
Oh well, yet another "first" in my shooting experience.

Don't tell me you have never had hot brass on your person!:cool:
 
OK... I'll play

I was shooting my Ruger KP-90 .45ACP, and I wasn't 'dressed' properly. The empty bounced off the divider, went down my deep v-neck t-shirt. In all the flailing around to get it out, I managed to pull the front of my jeans just enought so that the hot stuff fell down inside, insted of outside....:what:

OWW! Quit it!
 
Usually get bitten at least once a class. Thanks to .223 empties, my back looks like a road map of Europe (well, somewhere under there, as I'm older pretty well insulated with fur as suits a badger:D).

We always call the Brass Dance, the Dance of the Hot Scorpion. Silly term from a gun skul.

Good incentive to wear your two bandannas and tote that toothpaste.:D
 
One of the more humorous terms I've run across was from a lady shooter (as opposed to a lady-shooter) who used the phrase "Branded Booby Dance".
 
You call that "Hot Brass"...NOT... Wait until you're shooting a .45 without a cap on and the brass bounces off your skull downward and lands between your shooting glasses and your eyelid. After the "dance"(dropping .45 and ripping glasses off face) I had a nice burn on the right eyelid. Now I "always" wear a hat with a bill and wear shooting "goggles" not glasses. Over the years I've seen many people"running the timer" learn about buttoning that top button.:)
 
Well , I have yet to get the brass burn . I have done the the splashback from plates "WTH?":eek: though. My Ex wife on the other hand has an interesting scar from qualification as expert . :eek:
 
Greeting's All-

The extact same thing happened to me during my last
PD qualification a few years back. An officer from the
host department was in the left lane next to me, with
a .40 S&W Sigma. That thing was chunking all its "hot
brass" at an angle, whereas it would tumble right on
down my V-neck t-shirt! Didn't feel real comfortable at
all.

Best Wishes,
Ala Dan, N.R.A. Life Member
 
The best one I've had yet happened a couple of months ago. I was standing to the side and back a little from a guy shooting a Walther P22. It was malfunctioning alot and I was trying to watch it to see what was happening. Well, he was holding the gun low and popped off a round. The damn case went straight into my mouth! Burnt my lip and I ended up biting down on it to boot!

My wife still has a scar on her inner thigh from me shooting my 10/22 from inside my Jeep. And that was almost 10 years ago. A lovely reminder everytime I'm.....nevermind!:D
 
Am I weird? I normally shoot a lot of .45 and a little 9mm, hot brass doesnt bother me much. It annoys me, but not to the point where I do the "hot brass dance." Never had one slide between my glasses and eyelid though, well, not that I remember anyway, but empties have slid down my shirt several times.

Of course, my G17 throws it too high for it to go in my shirt, and normally bounces off my forehead...
 
Funny to see this post cause this just happened to me for the first time a few days ago. I was shooting my 1911 and one went right down through the top of my shirt. Kinda got "stuck" for a moment but I just wiggled around a bit and it came out. :rolleyes:
 
My friend and I, both pretty new at this gun thing, have been practicing together. Her first burn was from her first gun--.40 Ruger P94 with a sticky extractor; when it wasn't misfeeding you never knew where the hot stuff would end up--that weapon has since been replaced. It's relevant to mention here that my friend is quite...er...well-endowed. :what:

The first I knew something was wrong was when she went digging around in her bra(never once sweeping anything she shouldn't, BTW), jumping in place...and laughing! Quite a change from those high-maintenance types who sob uncontrollably for 3 days when they break a nail. She wound up with a 2nd degree burn right between the..um, "twin peaks," and it seems it'll scar a wee bit. She's kind of proud of it. :cool:

The next one came from my gun (.40 S&W Sigma...look for a collaborative effort between me and Ala Dan--Guns Gone Wrong: When Sigmas Attack.) ;) She was standing a bit too close and caught one between her glasses and cheek. Vows to wear billed hats to the range were taken all around. Luckily, this one's gone away completely.

I've yet to get one. And of course, now that I've said that and knowing how my life goes, next time I go shooting there'll be one piece of brass that will follow a statistically-impossible path that would give M.C. Escher seizures and somehow fly right down my pants. Guaranteed. :rolleyes: :D
 
Well, I've only been shooting a lot in the past couple of months, but it happened to me. I was shooting a P-22, which tends to fling brass straight back over your head, sometimes bonking off your head on the way. One made it's way down my collar onto my neck, I did a mini-dance, which led to it going down to the small of my back, which made me do another mini-dance. :rolleyes:

-James
 
I was the SO at a local IDPA match and while running a stage a round of hot .45 was ejected and somehow got stuck between my glasses and my eyelid.

Ouch.
 
It's happened to me a couple of times. Pistol brass doesn't usually bug me, tho.

At a rifle range one time, me and a buddy were both in the same hole shooting at the pop-ups. Got to the point in the day where everyone was done & qualified, and we still had a few hundred rounds left, so the Safety Officer and the Range NCO decided to burn it up rather than do all the paperwork and hassle of turning the remainder in. Buddy and I gleefully loaded up (free ammo rocks!) and began pumping rounds downrange. Well, we got permission to put the M16's on burst and opened up, and the way I was situated in relation to his ejection port caused a couple to go down my back.

I had a flak jacket on, too..............ouch.

No permanent damage- lost a few cool points, tho.

ANM
 
As noted by many, [small arms] hot brass is annoying, but no big deal. I've had it down my shirt, bounce offa my face (no harm there), caught in my glasses, etc., but since I know what it is, andit will cool quidk enough with no real harm, I can deal with it.

OTOH, I've had a hornet go down the back of my shirt while driving (sunroof open), fire ants in my boots, the odd snake bite, and some other [unknown at the time] biting critters attached in strange places, that'll make you dance:rolleyes:
 
Well, I've never had a real burn, but once, when shooting my P99, a case ejected, hit the right stall wall, bounced off, and landed right in my shirt pocket. I wish I'd kept that case.
 
Had a .22 case from a pistol bounce off the divider and land in the crook of my elbow just as I bent my arm. It left a neat brand on my arm, which, I am sad to report, eventually disappeared.

I was very careful to warn my girlfriend (now my wife) to button all the way up and push her shooting glasses up against her face the first time I took her to the range.

I also got a crescent cut from a piece of brass that came straight back into my forehead--scar from that faded too...
 
Ahh...if you shoot enough, it'll happen.

Shooting my SIG 226...ran a few high cap mags through it fairly quickly. Gun was hotter than Hades. One of them stuck itself right between my temple and the arm of my eyes. I didn't notice the sizzling for a few seconds and kept shooting. Once I smelled the burning flesh, I quickly put the gun down and ripped my eyes off. Nice burn and scar.

Ed
 
Happened to me at a THR shoot, Sven's gun (M1 Carbine) was right next to me and shot some .30 brass to me and it stuck on my shoulder. Ouch!
 
I was at one of the local indoor ranges practicing with a .22 when one managed to go down my polo shirt and rolled off my shoulder. The spent casing was hotter than Hades as it rolled backwards and landed near my waistline. I was wearing belt as I got off work and I started a 45R dance with the darn Ruger in my hand. The whole time the GF watched and she said that it was amazing. I had hot brass burning my back and I still had my finger off the trigger and the gun pointed downrange. I managed to get the gun on the bench and pulled my shirt out far enough for the casing to drop on the floor.

It left a nice little scar on my back but importantly....I didnt break any of the rules......ahhhhh training training training!!!
 
The first time I took my granddaughter, the oldest one 15 at the time and very much a lady, to the range we were shooting my 22/45 when a spent casing bounce off the wall and down her blouse lodging just south of the important parts. She calmly put the gun down and then started the dance. I was proud.

But not as proud as she was. As soon as we got home she had to show everyone her battle scar. She still has one of her targets up on the wall of her room and has been heard telling people that the most fun she has ever had with grandpa is when he took her "shootin'".

Gave her my shirt to wear backwards for the rest of the session. She didn't quit until we had gone through a brick of .22 and she could hardly lift her arms. The look of amazement and joy on her face when she fired the first round is burned in my memory forever.

DM
 
I've posted this one a number of times, but, while shooting my Delta Elite, quite impressively BTW:D, I watched in fascination as a rather perfect shot resulted in an imperfect pass of the high-pressure round's case directly over my head in rather close proximity. Though it looked as if it were in slow motion, there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. It sparkled as it caught the light, heading in a lovely arc right down the back of my collar. A perfect swisher; I swear it touched not a thing until it reached my beltline, then proceeded to try to burn a hole through my paunch. I swear I could HEAR IT! Calmly,:rolleyes: I safed the gun, then proceeded to rip my clothing off in the most dignified fashion I could muster. When I had rid myself of the offending case, I noticed behind the glass were several "sympathizers" clapping their hands and stomping their feet reminding me of being in a 3 Stooges short. Don't you hate it when other people make light of your misfortunes?;)
 
it's happenned once or twice. Nothing bad enough to be memorable. I seem torecall the worst was a .223 that made through the open collar and down my chest. Ouchy!

Side note - when I am taking a new shooter (specifically a female one!) I always warn them that despite how nice it might look, any sort of low collar is not appropriate attire.
 
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