have to set the scene some.....
back just before i moved away from NC. A friend adn I are the only two on the range on a rather blistering august day.
this particular range has all kinds of "improvised seating arangements" (the seat out of school buses, both sides of a double sided resturant booth, and all kinds of wood constructs) along with differing tables under the "overheads".
I've decided that i want to take a break and just sit back adn relax for a bit, so i get comfy sitting on one of the benches, feet propped up on a table infront of me, i'm wearing slightly baggy shorts and a t-shirt....
my buddy is trying out his new AK-clone, with what i beleive to have been wolf Ammo (was lacquered steel case)....
i start to doze off and then a spot at the juncture of the top of my left leg and the corresponding buttcheek starts screaming "
Hey! stupid there's someting HOT down here and it HURTS!!!! "
yes i managed to get a piece of brass UP my pantleg
i'm told the dance i performed would have inspired a monsoon if performed elsewhere.....