punkncat
04-05-2005, 07:00 PM
We played at my buddy's season ender last Saturday. Unfortunately due to weather and other circumstances we were unable to play more than 2 games at that site this year. The storms that have been through this area lately completly changed his field. It was like playing at a different place as compared to the same field late last year.
Had a good turnout on a sunny but windy day. At the high point there were probably 20 people, mostly kids under 16. We played several mixed games and the outcome was pretty even among the two teams most of the day. Later in the afternoon a few of the "adult" group had to leave. Ended up that we were going to have to divide teams again, change armbands and all for what would be a few games before most players were out of air, paint, etc. We decided to play adults vs. kids for the last few games.
There were 4 adults. 3 of which are very experianced and the other guy's first game. The 3 of us were sporting vastly superior firepower in terms of speed, as well as having pods of paint available. Problem was that there were somewhere near 12 kids against us. Several of the kids are veteran woodsballers, as well as the young in shape loads of energy thing.....so we were pretty tuckered out, and they were still good to go.(see I am already making excuses)
The first game we played, the adults decided to try a bait and flank strategy. I ran straight out the middle of the field firing like a fool and drawing them in towards me while the other 3 flanked their right. It turned out to work pretty good in the beginning, but as we became seperated it was impossible to know what was going on.(more excuses)
I had been holding a roughly figure 8 shaped path near our middle. I walked along the area and whenever I would see anything even resembling a kid I would blast and quickly move to another spot. The other guys on my team had been eliminated by sheer numbers, and I noticed the sides of my perimeter starting to close in. I thought it would be a good time to find a sweet spot and bed down. Let them come after me for a while. I did a final sweep of my "rearward" area and had gotten to my honey spot.
Right as I settle in I hear one of the older boys tell me:
"I could just shoot you......"
I look around and he is standing about 10 feet from me barrel on me. I could have been toast. I just went ahead and surrendered and told him thanks...
Turns out, when I noticed that the guys on my team had went out, I got in a hurry to get into my spot. I forgot to check my six well. Being really windy took away the ability to hear well. As I suppressed a few of his teammates he moved in behind me and shadowed me. Followed me all the way up the trail....
only the second time in 6 years of play I have been surrendered in woodsball. :(
Had a good turnout on a sunny but windy day. At the high point there were probably 20 people, mostly kids under 16. We played several mixed games and the outcome was pretty even among the two teams most of the day. Later in the afternoon a few of the "adult" group had to leave. Ended up that we were going to have to divide teams again, change armbands and all for what would be a few games before most players were out of air, paint, etc. We decided to play adults vs. kids for the last few games.
There were 4 adults. 3 of which are very experianced and the other guy's first game. The 3 of us were sporting vastly superior firepower in terms of speed, as well as having pods of paint available. Problem was that there were somewhere near 12 kids against us. Several of the kids are veteran woodsballers, as well as the young in shape loads of energy thing.....so we were pretty tuckered out, and they were still good to go.(see I am already making excuses)
The first game we played, the adults decided to try a bait and flank strategy. I ran straight out the middle of the field firing like a fool and drawing them in towards me while the other 3 flanked their right. It turned out to work pretty good in the beginning, but as we became seperated it was impossible to know what was going on.(more excuses)
I had been holding a roughly figure 8 shaped path near our middle. I walked along the area and whenever I would see anything even resembling a kid I would blast and quickly move to another spot. The other guys on my team had been eliminated by sheer numbers, and I noticed the sides of my perimeter starting to close in. I thought it would be a good time to find a sweet spot and bed down. Let them come after me for a while. I did a final sweep of my "rearward" area and had gotten to my honey spot.
Right as I settle in I hear one of the older boys tell me:
"I could just shoot you......"
I look around and he is standing about 10 feet from me barrel on me. I could have been toast. I just went ahead and surrendered and told him thanks...
Turns out, when I noticed that the guys on my team had went out, I got in a hurry to get into my spot. I forgot to check my six well. Being really windy took away the ability to hear well. As I suppressed a few of his teammates he moved in behind me and shadowed me. Followed me all the way up the trail....
only the second time in 6 years of play I have been surrendered in woodsball. :(