Overall, it was a very good day. I've said it many times before, and I'll say it again, I ask and require two things when I go out "airsofting": one- have fun, two- get in one good kill. Saturday I got both. There seemed, from my point of view, to be very little, if none at all, cheating. Everyone seemed to be calling their hits, and everyone (despite the oppressive heat) seemed to be having a good time.
Furthermore, who says an old dog (me) can't learn new tricks, or rather, the same old tricks reinforced through damn-fine tactics. I have to humbly congratulate an A.P.S.T. team member (at least, I'm pretty sure he was A.P.S.T.) for some outstanding stalking and sneaking and tactics. When we hunted for you three in the orchard, our numbers superior, at the least, double; you melted back into the humid shadows and disappeared. When contact appeared on our 12:00, no one believed you might still be behind us, myself included. Wiped and exhausted by the heat, already thinking about a tall, frosty glass of microbrew, I forgot a valuable lesson in airsoft; always cover your 6:00. No. I really mean it. ALWAYS COVER YOUR 6:00! When I heard you, it was too late. When you tapped me on the shoulder and "knife-killed" me, I was already yelling hit. Then you effectively, efficiently, single-handedly, and I might ad, fairly, wiped out six or seven of us. Congratu-freakin'-lations! Well done, my friend. You took all of us by surprise.
It was a rough game (because I didn't know the field), and a rough day (made even rougher by the heat). Hell, I couldn't even use my brand new SOCOM GEAR A.E.G. because it was shooting excessively hot! Nevertheless, I enjoyed every second, and had fun playing with some fine young, and old, fellows.
Hope to see all of you again, soon.
Best regards,
Kevin: a.k.a.- Book
If'n you ain't diein'... you ain't tryin'.