Balling In The Woods

Drifting scent Fall's must

Gleeful crowd gathers and runs

Paint on my face mask

Why do I do this to myself?

I Shot the Sheriff

I couldn't find the sheriff but I did shoot anyone moving who wasn't on my team.  We had another good day on the fields and were fairly successful with the games.  The leader's son was back after healing from a car accident.  He was quite happy to be out shooting again.

I escaped with minor injuries.  Most of them curiously round.  My camo pants took a beating so I think it's time for some new ones.  They gave me several seasons so I can't complain.

Hit Me With Your Best... OW!

Getting up at dawn, driving for almost two hours, running around in the woods all day and paying for the privilege to do so.  Yes, I do enjoy paintball enough to do this twice a year.

I was introduced to a guy who organizes a large group to go to Skirmish in the Spring and Fall.  This is the third year I've been going and it's always a good time.  Here's a pic of my paintball gun.  It's not the fanciest out there but it's consistent and takes a beating.

 

I do expect to be tired and sore when I'm done for the day.  And I usually have a few perfectly round bruises in many places.  Hopefully I've taken out one or two people along the way.  Unfortunately during my most recent game, I got hit in the neck.  This is one of the more painful shots and I took it on my bare skin.  It drew blood.

The picture was from the next day after I had a chance to clean it up.  At the time I just kept playing.  What?  I still had air and paint enough for another round.  Besides, chicks dig scars.