every time I hear about SMGs, I almost blow coffee out of my nose.....
In the vernacular from another 'hobby', I'm a 'pain slut' - but perhaps I better back up.
I've been guilty in the past of allowing my sense of humor to interfere with my sense of common, so, for the record - I love Tippmann products; they're built like tanks, they shoot great out of the box and everyone ought to have an A-5. (I think the factory team's win at the am open, using "guns only fit for field rental" was a big, unheralded wake up call.)
But I digress.
I get a rush when I get lit up. (Maybe that's one reason why I'm the guy always volunteering...). When SMGs hit the fields, lots of folks were nervous: they feared two things - the rate of fire and the 'pain' associated with 315-325 fps shots (there was a time when 60 caliber guns were allowed to fire in that range).
Anyhow, we had one of those 'I'ma gonna toast youse all' kinds of guys toting an SMG out at the field and I inevitably ended up being the person to run into him first. Brrrrrrrrrap - 20 rounds in the chest from about 30 feet. No breaks. Whack. Whack. Whackwhackwhackwhack.... from myself and my backup.
Thus was born the SMIG drill. Find an SMG on the field. Find Steve. Yell 'smig smig smig' at the top of your lungs. (This made the guy with the SMG think that he was intimidating us...) (It also made all of the rest of the team drop whatever they were doing and head on over) Have Steve run at the guy with the SMG. See the guy with the SMG unload his clip. See the rest of the team light up the SMG guy. See Steve smile. See SMG guy walk off the field.
Fun for everyone :)
In the vernacular from another 'hobby', I'm a 'pain slut' - but perhaps I better back up.
I've been guilty in the past of allowing my sense of humor to interfere with my sense of common, so, for the record - I love Tippmann products; they're built like tanks, they shoot great out of the box and everyone ought to have an A-5. (I think the factory team's win at the am open, using "guns only fit for field rental" was a big, unheralded wake up call.)
But I digress.
I get a rush when I get lit up. (Maybe that's one reason why I'm the guy always volunteering...). When SMGs hit the fields, lots of folks were nervous: they feared two things - the rate of fire and the 'pain' associated with 315-325 fps shots (there was a time when 60 caliber guns were allowed to fire in that range).
Anyhow, we had one of those 'I'ma gonna toast youse all' kinds of guys toting an SMG out at the field and I inevitably ended up being the person to run into him first. Brrrrrrrrrap - 20 rounds in the chest from about 30 feet. No breaks. Whack. Whack. Whackwhackwhackwhack.... from myself and my backup.
Thus was born the SMIG drill. Find an SMG on the field. Find Steve. Yell 'smig smig smig' at the top of your lungs. (This made the guy with the SMG think that he was intimidating us...) (It also made all of the rest of the team drop whatever they were doing and head on over) Have Steve run at the guy with the SMG. See the guy with the SMG unload his clip. See the rest of the team light up the SMG guy. See Steve smile. See SMG guy walk off the field.
Fun for everyone :)






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