Simon is awesome! He's got an infectious curiosity about Airsoft stuff, and guns in general. He's a really nice guy.
On that note, I've got pix from last Saturday!
Justin takes aim during the first game, minutes after a surprise flanking maneuver by the enemy team ended with my elimination by
Bishop. This trend of
Enkidu-getting-shot-by-
Bishop would continue all day. Each game featured me getting hit by this guy - twice in the knuckles, and maybe three times in the head. That's where wearing a three pound steel-pot helmet comes in handy!
Zorak poses for a glamour shot. This kinda pic demonstrates the effectiveness of the Multicam gear and garb
Zorak mortgaged his future for. Geardos, please take your hands out of your pants.
One of the author. You may see a dour, grim look on my face here. That's because I'm wearing
Jacko's flak vest, and it's damn heavy. Prior to the pic, I dumped most of my flashy-cool but worthless and heavy gear, because all of that plus a flak vest was a bit much. I need to start a comprehensive workout program (consult your doctor before beginning any workout regimen) before I'll be ready for that again. Also, apparently,
Zorak, who took this pic, shakes like a palsy victim.
Lunchtime at the ACO field. Shown here, sitting down, is
ROGUE1, making a food decision he would soon regret.
Grover! Dog's a chowhound. Runs around the field with abandon, which is cool and all until you're on patrol and jumpy. Every noise is a potential enemy, and movement brings about a conditioned response: aim and fire. Of course, when the movement and noise is caused by a dog, it is a bit anti-climactic. Oh, and followed by the uttered curse, "Damn dog!"
A small GK contingent, getting ready to roll out. Notice the two M249s. We bring the pain, even if it takes a thousand BBs and 45 seconds of continuous fire to do so.
The winning squad from the last game. Left to right,
xaos,
Seargentrock,
Mark (I think), and
Enkidu. This was a great round. After 20 minutes of tense cat-and-mouse circling the other squad around the entire field, I got separated from the group. Walking in a not-too-aware manner down a trail all by myself, I heard the unmistakable but quiet sound of
Dutch's shotgun being fired. The trio of rounds hit the ground so close by I could hear 'em! I immediately fell on my ass in an entirely undignified manner and sprayed full-auto in the direction of the fleeing
Dutch. Miraculously, one (or more?) of those wild, from-the-hip shots hit
Dutch, an occurrence so unbelievable I only took credit after I learned the position of my comrades (nowhere nearby). Of course, I was promptly dispatched by
Bishop with a fantastic single-shot through thick brush and maybe 20 meters away.
The eagle-eyed among you may spot a new piece of gear of mine that is not quite ready for a forums-wide reveal quite yet. When I finish it, it'll be Vietnam-tastic!
The end of the game walk out of the woods. We had great weather for airsoft - cool, but perfect once you got moving. No rain, either.
Then it was just the ride home. I was driving, so I had to wait until I got home to enjoy my customary after-game brew - something I looked forward to so much that I took a pic.
