Reminds me of the story my dad told me about the time he was shooting his Garand, standing, while a guy was bench firing a few feet away from him, leaning over the bench. My dad was popping off a round every second or so, and out of the corner of his eye he sees the guy next to him stand up and start dancing around. Turns out, one of his hot .30-06 shells had landed inside the guy's belt, where your beltline pooches out away from your back if you're leaning over something. When he stood up, it dropped all the way into his britches. :applause:
Another friend got a hot .30-06 shell dropped behind the tongue on top of his tennis shoes, lodging there, and burning him badly on top of his foot. :shake: