Well, bad paint was unfortunetaly the name of the day.  Biiig time.  I 
swear, we spent more time cleaning up than we did playing.  This was 
_the_ worse paint I've ever used... my PMI just isn't a a paint breaking 
gun, and the paint was oozing out of my barrel.  Grrr... we would play 
two games, with a 20+ minute break in between for squeeging and then go 
back to the base camp for a 45 minute gun cleaning... and this is so sad, 
paintball cleaning.  Not I though... I had to throw out about 100 rounds 
after the second game because my hopper inside was COVERED in paint... 
I'd guess at least 4 rounds had broken inside.  I was not impressed... 
(esp. since I was taken out in the first game while squeeging) 

This tainted the day... but it was still a great day!  (well, the price 
they charged me for field fee was insane too, so it was expensive) I had 
a lot of fun and so did everyone else.  We ended up having about 35 
people who showed up, so it was a good sized crowd.  It was doubly 
interesting for me, since I'd never used my rifle in this configuration, 
despite having it basically done two years ago... damn that money thing.  :)
I also decided to try both the stock 9 in brass and the 14" bull I'd 
bought when I'd bought my gun.... scaryly enough, I'm not sure which is 
better.  With the paint ALWAYS breaking, who can tell which is more 
accurate?  :)  Overall total of elims for the day was about 11-14... I 
can never keep exact track.  :>  I was eliminated most games, either 
through bad luck, good luck, or much stupidity on my part.  :)

Best two games of the day:  2nd game and the last real game.  (not 
counting speedball)  2nd game was the just awesome teamwork game... 
Jason, Dirk and I.  Despite the fact that my gun didn't shoot a single 
ball in the game (oh, I was pulling the trigger... but a ball had broken 
in the feed from hopper to upper bolt, blocking everything) it just 
worked perfectly and was such a high.. started off guarding the back part 
of the flag hill, with Jason and Dirk looking out the front.  I got 
warned to check out the back side, and went over to see one sneaking up.  
Fired a few times, and one of the others followed up for the elim.  A 
quick conferenece, and we decided 'it's half way through the game, time 
to abandon our flag and head to theirs'  :)  So we headded out, met up 
with some who were on a high ridge above us.  As Dirk and I layed down a 
suprression, Jason ran past on the way to the flag.  Dirk soon followed, 
and I stayed behind to occupy the one on the Hill (running, up, firing, 
and ducking) as Dirk and J came back with their flag to hang.  Oh, it 
just worked out so nicely, and with so little planning or 
communication... we were the deadly bunch.  Well, for those few first 
games... we seemed to lose it later on... hehe, they decided to re-pick 
the teams later in the day (about mid-way, actually) and we were doing 
random pick... guess who ended up on the same team again.. :)

So that game was a rush, despite personaly it wasn't to great (gun not 
working, etc)  But the last game was just wild.  We played on an 
interesting field we'd played on earlier, but it was modified.  It 
included the speedball field (with spools and obstacles) the village, 
with a bunch of shacks and the tower/fort, and their flag station in the 
woods out the other side of the field.  We drew the village (wich did 
give us the advantage of the fort... in the previous game on that field 
(sans wood portion or their flag first time) I deffed in the fort, and 
had quite the field day... but I digress.  So the game started off, and I 
decided to make sure I didn't stinge on paint this game (not that I had 
done so, really, but.....)  They start advancing up the speedball field 
rather quickly, and I find myself in a bad position, so I retreat back to 
the side towards the fort.  Off to the side I see some approaching on a 
wooded hill that forms the side of the field.  So I fire at them for a 
while, and manage to get one.  And run out of paint... so I go into the 
fort, asking if anyone wishes to donate paint, move back to Donna in a 
tire barricade a few feet back, and get a few round off of her.  I then 
head back onto the wooded hill, and see a few advancing.  Wait, wait, 
hide... advance, hide, wait... you know the drill.  :)  They were firing 
at our players from the side, but I could hear Graham (the organizer 
of our little day) running out of  air... so I kinda rushed him.  :)  Had 
to spray to hit, givin the nice  slimed barrel, but I easily manged to 
get him.  Julien, who was with him, and 'in front of him' (in relation to 
the vilalge) just didn't hear me  eliminate G right behind him... :) :)  
Several nice splooged shots later,  I finally smack him right on the 
ass.  Ooo... fun!  :)  Me, now out of  paint (last shot got em) take off 
towards their flag along the 'back'  there (well, side)  Miss their flag 
(I wasn't at the orientation, so I  wasn't sure where it was) doubled 
back, grabbed, it (no one on def) and  start to run... schroch!  Lose the 
shoe in the bog.  Ooook... Sit there  like a fool and try to get it back 
on and keep the gun out of the mud.   Manage to do so, and run back the 
way I came (a little slower, I was quite winded by this part) and make 
it back behind 'my lines', go to start to our flag tower, and again, lose 
the shoe in the river.  I look,  say ta hell with it!  I'm just too 
close... so I pick up the shoe in the  same hand as the flag, and just 
run to our station.  "Here, take the  flag, not my shoe."  And so ended 
the game.. :)

Now that was fun... :)  A brilliant display of incompetance and lameness, 
but fun!  :)  Since it's a speedball court, there's a viewing tower, and 
apparently everyone could see me take off along the side towards the 
base... then they saw me 'limping' back, thinking I'd injured myself... 
:)  Just shoe problems.. :)  And nicely, it was no side rivalry up there, 
it was just everyone laughing and cheering whatever... so it was a great 
day.  No problems at all, no serious injuries (myself included  :)  Just 
scrapes and the ol' pulled muscles.  Quads can be brutal when in pain.. 
:)  If only the paint didn't suck, it would have been easily the greatest 
day out.  It still ranks way up there...