I can remember the few times other guys' hot spent casings hit me in the head and face as I was shooting. I'd laughed; let the thought, Maybe I should wear some protective frames over my eyeglasses, flit through my mind; keep my eyes on my sights against the target; and fire again.
I've never encountered any complainers at the range. When I'd go looking for my brass, the guys to my right would either come over and hand me some or say, It's over here! lol
I've never encountered any complainers at the range. When I'd go looking for my brass, the guys to my right would either come over and hand me some or say, It's over here! lol
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