Zen and the art of shooting, part 2
Lissa, thought you’d enjoy this one 
I love shooting this gun. I take some crap for the reason that the Glock is the trusty, reliable mini-van of semi-automatic 9mm pistols a.k.a. totally not a sexy sport car kind of pistol. But who doesn’t like a gun that shoots well? There was one thing in particular that I didn’t like about shooting that Glock: for some reason with this particular gun, I kept getting plunked in the forehead with hot brass. Every. Single. Round.
(Bang)
“Ow.”
(Bang)
“Ow.”
(Bang)
“Ow.”
White Mike (standing about 5 yards back from the firing line): What’s she sayin’?
Mark (laughing): The brass keeps hittin’ ‘er on the head!
White Mike: (high pitched girly laughter. and yes, he does laugh like a girl)
Me: Is he – are you laughing at me?
Mark: are you gonna stand there yappin’, or are you gonna shoot the damn thing!
White Mike: (more high pitched girly laughing)
Nice
BTW, consensus is that you shouldn’t wear a tank top while shooting — http://thebredafallacy.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-there-done-that.html
A Winchester will do that, too. First time I shot it when I kept it on my shoulder to stay on target while working the lever, it went like this:
*Bang*
*Click* (lever being worked)
*dink*
Me: Hey wow – the cartridge hit my forehead!
*Bang*
*Click* (lever being worked)
*dink*
Me: Hey wow – the cartridge hit my forehead!
Me: !
Now I wear a hat. Or shoot a Marlin, which ejects to the side.
yeah, the bf’s millenium .40 was especially brutal! Straight in the center of my forhead:
“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww….f***!!! Owww! What the f***?! Oww!”
I will never forget a hat again. ever. I think I have a picture of myself looking quite special having wrapped my longsleeve shirt around my head like a turban after that first ping.