the old guy at my gun store used to work at our local indoor range. He told me about this regular who used to come in with his rather curvy girlfriend and go shooting. while they were shooting the attendant looks in thru the bulletproof glass and sees the lady hopping around holding her stoamch and shouting blood murder. He assude she caught a nasty riccochet and was hit. he was calling 911 when the guy comes out and is crying he's laughing so hard. it seems that a spent brass bounced off the bay wall and bounced back and down the front of her plundging neckline and got lodged in her cleavage. after some self administered first aid (party pooper) she was fine. BTW she showed up the next week wearing a turtleneck.