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Sunday, 02 September 2007 |
As soon as the whistle blew I made a mad dash to the southern tapeline. This side of the field was more densely wooded and had a stream running down it. I took shelter behind a stack of logs with another player. We had already begun to take fire so I hunkered down for a bit. As the sounds of the paintball breaking on the on the logs subsided I peered around the side. As far as I could tell it was clear. So I began to crawl forward and an average pace. With my body supported by my elbows and my marker in my right hand I used my arms to pull myself along to small bush. I was relatively out in the open so staying there long was not an option. Ahead of me and going to my right there was a small, three foot high, fence that extended out into the stream. The section of the fence that was ahead of me was impassable due to the overgrowth of plants and brush so I decided to move to the right. I pushed my hands to the ground raising my body to my knees. I then got my feet under me and low-walked towards the fence with both hands on my Tippmann A-5 and the stock pressed firmly against my shoulder ready to shoot at a moments notice. As I got the fence I released my left hand released my marker and pressed firmly on the wooden obstacle. I then hopped off both my feet and swung them over the fence.
Once on the other side I immediately began to crawl towards some green fern-like brush. The ground on this side of the fence was softer and more moist because it was closer to the stream. Upon reaching the plants I looked around to see how the situation was. I could hear the popping sound of markers being discharged on other parts of the field along with some voices that were to my left. Most prevalent was the sound of the stream running by and the tingling of the ants that were now crawling all over my body. My left side was pressed firmly against some green fern-like bushes. Ten feet ahead of me and moving to my right was the stream which had green ivy growing on its banks. On the other side of the stream was a trail and behind that was a small hill that had a good amount of cover in the form of plants growing on it. I pressed my markers stock into my shoulder and waited. I had my hide.
It must have been two minutes before the sounds of rustling bushes could be heard from across the stream. I pressed my body against the bushes to my left and took aim for the trail. A lone player was slowly advancing down the trail. Looking left and right he seemed to be very aware of his surroundings. I waited until he was well in range before pulling the trigger twice. Both paintballs found mark and struck the player in the right shoulder. He looked around, raised his hand, and left the field. The whole time I remained motionless. Fifteen seconds later two more players came down the trail in the same fashion. Moving very slowly, swinging their heads from left to right, and holding their markers up ready for action. However they were completely oblivious to me in my concealed position. They were traveling no more than a foot apart so I let out a hail of paintballs on them. The both immediately raised their hands, put their barrel sleeves on, and exited the field. By this time the ants were beginning to bit me so I was slightly uncomfortable to say the least. Nonetheless I had such a great position that moving was not an option.
Just then another player from the other team began to come into my line of sight. This one was shouting loudly back at his teammates. However this one veered up the hill and into the brush. I did not have a clear shot so I let him continue down the tape line. I radioed back to my team to keep an eye out on that side of the field. As soon as I finished my transmission another player from the other team came moving up. This one was shouting for his teammate who was now working his was down the tapeline. He also had no shirt on and was holding his marker at his side. Every time he would yell for the other player he would take a step forward and more into my range. He then reached a point about thirty-five feet away from me. I only had to pull the trigger once to have my single paintball strike him directly in the left nipple. He let out a few choice words, put his barrel sleeve on, and headed back the direction that he had come from. I could still hear the other team talking amongst themselves. I contemplated moving up but decided to let them come to me.
About a minute of waiting had passed when I heard some bushes move to my right. A million things went through my head from wondering if this was the player that I had let pass earlier to the now painful ants that were crawling all over my body. Then, through the brush, appeared one of my teammates. I motioned for him to stay low and come over to me. As he approached the voices from the other team continued to get louder.
I could not take the ants any longer so I moved from a prone position to being on my knees. As I did there was a sudden sound of an array of shots coming from behind me. I then received a transmission letting me know that the player that I had let passed had been eliminated.
There were now two of us in this concealed position.
Just then a player from the other team appeared to our left. He moved slowly and cautiously with each step. Shortly after him was another player…and then following him there were two more. Four players from the opposing team were within ten feet of us and had not an inkling to our presence. My teammate raised his marker as if to shoot. I immediately placed my hand on his shoulder and singled for him to wait. Out tension mounted as we let them pass to the point that they were completely behind us. Then, quickly and cleanly, with two shots each we sent all four them back to the dead box.
Suddenly the referees whistle blew which singled the end of the game.
All and all through patients and accurate shooting eight players were eliminated from a single concealed location and by letting one player pass by that was not a guaranteed hit five more players were eliminated.
Josh "Yeti" Goedl
OCMI Team Commander |
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