Ok lets get started with my experience here
I've went here several times but my last experience is the most interesting. We start out with the orientation and then onto getting our gear at the trailer. WATCH OUT, because the lady running the trailer is as mean as anything. Her name is Lori, long reddish brown hair. Be careful with this lady, for some reason any information you recieved from the owner is no longer valid. If the owner is not there you are out of luck. Any prices you had locked in will change when you talk to her, plan on getting free goggles or a gun, it ain't happening. We went twice with over 15 people and then never gave us goggles. We tried telling the lady about this but she basically called us liars and gave us a hard time about the whole thing. Next you buy all your paint, get your mastecard ready because it is expensive. The price of paint with taxes is 104 dollars. Goggles fogging up that will cost you an extra nine dollars. The loaders and hoppers on most of the equipment are shot, but if they break it is your fault and it will costs you. You lose anything, (including your sanity) it will costs you. Any problems with the gun, and they will find a reason it is your fault. They assign us picnic tables, for some reason we're sharing the picnic tables with another team on the field. That means we can not leave our stuff on the tables, they give us nowhere to put our stuff, but i guess that is not their problem. Next, you go out onto the field. If you get the ref nicknamed SARGE, run. He'll tell you all these stories about how he can outrun anyone and how he has been playing for so long. This guy makes your experience truly unpleasant. I have something to tell Sarge, the war is over, Vietnam was 30 years ago. He will nag you the entire time, do anything at all wrong and he'll scream like you're a child. I go to paintball for one reason, to have fun. The staff is completely useless, the prices are crazy, and the fields are overrated.
Last edited on Tuesday, May 20th, 2003 at 9:12 pm PST