Yep, hubris got me today.
"Hubris is exaggerated pride or self-confidence often resulting in retribution."
Yep, that's me, wearing a corset and shooting a '73. I thought I was fine, no hot brass was going to burn
my skin, I always dressed modestly under the corset so everything was covered.
HA!I was wearing an underdress with a drawstring neckline. And guess who did not have that drawstring pulled tight enough, guess who had that neckline, though still modest, just a little too low?
The gods of
hot brass taught me a lesson and sent that round from Minny right down the front of my dress. It was on shot number 6, I believe. 7 was a clear miss. 8 and 9 were somehow hits, but I can't claim it was because of me. Poor Minny, I think I threw him on the table. Revolvers were next but @#$% the revolvers, there's hot brass burning flesh here!
"@#%!%! @%^@$@ THAT'S HOT!" as my hand dove into the front of my corset, digging out the brass, which was still hot, and flinging it as hard as I could down range. ( I throw like a gerl and it was my off hand. The brass didn't go very far.)
Then I drew the revolvers, while my poor, tender flesh was screaming
"pain!!pain!!pain!!" into my head. I shot. I didn't get a P, didn't drop the revolvers, and generally shot in the direction of the targets.
"pain!!pain!!pain!!" "Getthisoverwith,#$!$!thisHURTS!" Took four misses with the revolvers. Didn't care. Shoot the shotgun, knock the targets down, don't care there, either.
"pain!!pain!!pain!!" Grab the longarms, go to the unloading table, set them down and just hang my head and sag against the table and just.... breathe.
For those of you thinking "Oh, man, that had to leave a mark," yep, it did. I have a cartridge length burn welt in one place, and a circular welt above that, where I reckon the rim of the brass hit before it dropped down.
And how was your day, Dear?
The match was still fun.
AnnieLee, who is going to check her neckline
before shooting from now on.