Two weekends ago I was shooting my 1911 in 10mm at about 40 feet and right after a shot it felt like I got stung by a bee on my left forearm. Yep, nice big piece of steel was dug out by my wife with her fingers. Last summer I was shooting my 45 and she was sitting behind me on the deck at camp and all of the sudden she starts yelling to stop shooting. One had ricocheted off the berm, over the garage and flew 70 yards backwards and to the right and hit the fascia on the house right above her head. She was not happy.