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|08-23-2007, 03:05 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: ON, Canada
Stealth play with a mag
It’s a cloudy, sullen day, the temperature reaching into the upper 70’s. You’re lying down in the dirt on the edge of a copse of trees; off in the distance you hear the characteristic ‘Thwack, Thwack, Thwack’ of Tippmanns exchanging semi-and-fully automatic fire, somewhere in front of you emanates the harsh bark of a Spyder throwing a three round burst, destined to never hit a thing.
A youth pops out from behind his rocky cover, aiming another three round burst from his MR3 at a tree to your far right; so intent on the obvious place someone might hide that he never even scans the thin screen of grass separating you. He is advancing forward. Obviously hyped up on adrenaline and looking to score his first elimination of the day. Your position couldn’t be better though, his shouldered marker effectively blocks your from his view and gives you that much more to shoot at; he’s a bare twenty yards away.
Your marker comes to your shoulder smoothly, automatically tracking him as he steps forward. He hesitates when he realizes there’s no one behind that tree, that is his deadly mistake. His pause is punctuated by a single ‘Chut’ and a bright pink spot blooms on his ribs, He quickly looks to the left and right, not immediately seeing anybody he drops his arm to his side and scrubs it back and forth, trying to eliminate the mark.
The little bugger just wiped a perfect shot!
In response you shoot twice more, ‘Chut, Chut’ and spots appear on the side of his mask and his pack; he still doesn’t see you, but admits defeat and walks off.
Surprising as it is, your Automag is quiet enough that its noise is almost lost amidst the chatter of Tippmans and Spyders.
Within a minute, the kid has come back, this time with three friends. They spray the brush all around you, some paint even whizzes right by you, passing just inches over your head; one toting an A-5 shrugs and mutters something to his companion; the two of them turn to leave; you slowly exhale a breath you don’t realize you had been holding and sight on the two still looking in your direction, adjusting your aim for the forty yards of distance and let loose a burst at each of them. Pink spots bloom on one’s chest and on the other’s chest and mask; the two who were walking away turn around and drop, opening up on a spot barely two feet to your left. You can’t believe your luck, but won’t count on getting a second chance, you force yourself to breath in and out; then shoot at each of them, a single shot gets one of the A-5 wielders, the other shots miss; his friend alters his aim at takes shots directly at you. You roll to your left, where they thought you were originally, an shoot without thinking, managing to score another hit.
No time to celebrate though, within a minute they will have another bunch knocking on your doorstep. You’re job is done though, you hear the air horn. The game is over, the flag was hung and you never even saw it, none the less though, you held up a third of their team, by yourself.
Time to get more paint, CO2 and get ready for the next game, the next onslaught.
|08-24-2007, 12:28 PM||#5 (permalink)|
Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: Pocono Lake, PA
Well On topic in having photographic memory concerning all things paintball:
Does anyone here remember (and perhaps have scans of) an article in APG circa 1992 about paintball addiction by an Asian-American fellow who mentioned flailing in an elevator at the sight of someone wearing orange (ref color at the time)? He also mentioned applying a healthy coat of Scotch Guard® before a day's play. Had me in stitches when I was 16.
Last edited by secretweaponevan; 08-24-2007 at 12:32 PM. Reason: put in the Off Topic thingamajig
|08-24-2007, 02:21 PM||#7 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: ON, Canada
i intended to post in the members only section as well, but not having god-like powers of thread moving and sacrasm like some people, i was unable to put it in the proper section when i mis-posted
|08-29-2007, 04:14 PM||#10 (permalink)|
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Join Date: Dec 2006
During my recent day of play with some fellow M.CB'ers, I had a chance to give my Automag a good workout.
It's equipped with a Classic-valve, Level-7 bolt and a 12" double-vented PPS Brass small bore barrel.
During one game, both sides reached a stopping point where there's extra brush but no good cover in the middle of the field; games usually end in Mexican-standoffs.
I asked a ref to come over and tell me if a particular large tree was in or out of bounds as it was right on the tape-line. He says, "it's inside but if you try to go around it farther left, you're out."
I wait until the OPFOR is either hiding or looking to the right side of the field and make a dash to the left behind the large tree and a fallen, decaying tree to the right of it.
I stay flat for a bit and peek over. PERFECT position... I now have an angle where I can see behind the wood bunkers with the OPFOR player that was pinning us down. Range is about 20 yards, perhaps a bit farther but no more than 30 yards.
I take a single shot and miss by about a foot. The player I'm aiming for has NO IDEA I'm shooting at him. I take note of how far I missed, adjust my aim and fire one more shot. BAM! Connects to his thigh! He was a good sport about it and called himself out immediately.
Worth noting: there were no other shooting going on. If I'd been shooting a Tippmann, I'm sure my cover would have been blown.
After that, the rest of my team swept up field on the middle and right side. I stayed back a bit in case they missed someone I could take out from my angle.
That 'mag with paint is just so quiet you can't tell you're being shot at with it.
It's almost as quiet as my Blazer was - it might even be as quiet but the sound signature is a bit different so it's difficult to tell. That double-vented barrel is amazing. The extra few ounces you carry with a brass barrel vs. aluminum is worth the reduced noise and hyper-accuracy. Being able to take a single shot - or two - undetected is priceless.
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