"Comet" and Wayne (Airgun Designs Tech and cool guy) Paintball Sam's, Oct '97

Going to Paintball Sams is always a sort of homecoming for Comet. It's where I started this lunacy, and it's become traditional to bring Comet with me. Actually, it's starting to be a tradition that I don't mind feeding into. The October game wasn't as 'goofy' as it usually is. I'm not sure how to take this, mainly because it means a few things. Either the game is being taken more seriously and whimsy is being lost or people are getting more gritty and don't want to deal with anything strange. I'm hoping I'm wrong... Any way it's sliced, it's still paintball. And paintball in the grandiose form. It's also the season finale, so it's hard to miss it with a clean concious. So myself and Ikari drove down from Minnesota for the rite. We came in to the usual suspects. MAtt Shives and Kendrick See. (Kennedy had a lot of stuff going on, so that kept him home.)

The day went by rather uneventfully, actually. The referee staff was overzealous (They've been getting that way lately...) and one seemed to have been gunning for me all day. For example, while I was getting hammered I yelled to this guy "GET 'EM OFF OF ME!" He just laughed at me.

(Side note : Sure, I know that wearing a deer suit to this game makes me a target, I don't mind that. What I mind is the fact that all this ref could have done was yell "He's OUT!" and they would have probably let up on my position... Hindsight is 20/20. Back to the game.)

I was using my main pump gun, something I haven't done in a long time. Put the 6-pak on it, and rocked and rolled. I got my fair share of eliminations that weekend, which is unusual for me because I usually don't get any that I can confirm were mine. A lot of head-shooting for me that day, I tagged about four in the noodle. It wasn't intentional, just happened that way.

The other thing that amazes me is the camouflage of the deersuit. A good example of this comes fr the first game. After a barrels firefight I took a dozen guys to look inot some noise I heard in the center. I started a crawl into the brush, and got in behind the blue team. They never saw me, even though I was about 15 feet away from them!

Remember, I'm wearing the jersey that's white with silver numbers on the back. you'd think they'd notice white, floppy ears and a white jersey. Apparently, I'm better than I thought I was...

(Consequently, after I backshot a few they turned around and layed into my hard. A referee called me out, and the guys who shot me were called out as well. That makes me angry... "No good deed goes unpunished." Feh.)

However, I got to play a full 2+ hours in the final game of Saturday. We trudged from one flag to the other, I got wounded with no medics around and was sent back to my hospital. (1/2 mile walk from one end to the other...) When I got there, blue had our fort by holding it with one player. We flushed him out (5 of us) and held it for the full time limit. I was having fun, crawling around and being sneaky. Even got a good 'sniper' shot in, one shot one elimination and all that.

That's a time-limit record for Comet. I usualy get waylayed 30 minutes into the game. I gotta be doing something right that means...

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