The range I frequent the stall are pretty close together and have open-topped partitions. I'm used to catching some brass now,I've still been able to shoot consistently with the guy next to me flinging 9mm casing at me like there was no tomorrow, but Ma always said I was hard headed. I think the funniest thing that ever happened though is me and my buddy were shooting and I get done and step off the lane and he is laughing hysterically. I ask him what's so funny and he says check your pocket. I had a .45 casing go straight in the back of my jeans and land on top of my wallet.
