Snipin Stories

[ockey]

I wanted to know about some peoples sweet snipin stories.

[Warner]

Best sniper I have done:

A guy decided to use a tree for cover. The tree wasn't that big but it blocked his entire body from me except...

His butt was sticking out by 2 inches. I shot once, it splated in the middile of the tree, i corrected my aim and on the second shot..

Bulls Eye!! Right on the kester.

[josh915]

One time i snuck along the tape and got behind this guy. I was about 10 feet away, and he says to himself," crap, i'm outta paint. Seeing as how he had no idea i was there, I popped up and shot him right in the back. I think the best kills are ones when they don't know your there.

[paintballer56]

lmaof warner hahahahaahaha..............

[Jaydebull]

I dont consider myself to be a sniper, because I play speedball, but for what its worth during one rec game last summer i belly crawled all the way to the opposite side of the field,( it had tall grass) I shot the first person in the butt from about 20 feet away, and continued working my way down there line until I got 4 out of 5 of them out.what was really funny the whole time was they kept saying where is he at, i think hes there, ouch ^%$#. he he he. So I dont know what everyone else considers snipering but I guess thats as close as I would ever admit to.

[Letchworth40]

i dont like to snipe

[EvilAngel2001]

*~-~Shadow in the Brush~-~*
((WARNING:THIS IS A SNIPER's STORY))

It was a cool and dim lit Fall morning, we were gearing up for a nice ten(10) on ten(10). There I was, at my team's base. And over the walkie-talkies that either team captains use came the call, "Ready here. Go?". To which my captain replied, "Damn right, go!". And with that, I was gone. In a few mere moments I was making my way deep into enemy territory and ever so carefully, yet still quickly, making my way farther and farther in. I finally made it in close to the enemy base after a few minutes, but by then, I had to start a "Sniper's crawl". I was looking up to my favorite sniping point in our wooded field, and noticed that it had been taken. The enemy had taken MY sniping point. So, I slowly made my way to the side of it, so that I could shoot the two from behind, and on an angle. This would disorient anyone who survived. I watched on, looking up a good ten(10) feet or so to where they were. They were a good forty (40) feet from my position, which would make for an interesting, and relatively close, confrontation. I lifted my Tippmann 98 Custom (w/ 14" Tippmann Sniper Barrel) and eyed up the first shot. I could make out two heads, and one torso. I took one shot, and hit one of them in the shoulder. The next shot hit the other guy in the side, just above his hip. This was excellant. There go two of the enemy, they picked up their gear and headed over to the dead zone. I slowly crept up closer, and just as I came within about thirty feet, one more person came up on the hill. MY hill. Except this was our opposing team's sniper. I sat there, laying on my chest and stomach for a minute, and watched on as he surveyed the area. I eyed up another shot, but apparently he saw my gun move and eyed up a shot on me. He and I shot nearly at the same time. His ball landed between the few inches between my elbow and my gun, and missed, hitting the ground. My round came right over his Spyder, and hit him square in the forehead. A lucky shot, but a nice shot. He too went to the deadzone, and I started creeping up. I came right up onto the hill a few moments later, and layed out in the brush on the side of it. Here came one more person, but this was one of my own team members. He lurked over the edge of the hill as I was in the shadowy brush beneath a well sized pine tree. I spoke quietly to him, "How many are down there?". He turned to me startled and asked who was there. I motioned to him and he finally saw me even though I was less than ten feet away. He told me their were four on the ground, two in the front of the base, behind bunkers. And two that were deeper into the base, in bunkers as well. Behind us, came two more of my team members. It was a four on four if we were to attempt to take the camp/base. We forulated a quick plan, and I slipped down beneath the hill, but still above the enemy base so I could lay in nice fire from a good range of about 70 feet. The others came around the back. I watched as the two in the farthest bunker got dropped quick. The other two though gave the team trouble, and we lost two of the three we attempted to assault with. My teammate was pinned in a small trench twenty feet from there position, but I couldn't get a good shot. Until both of them slowly waltzed up to the trench. I instinctively lined up my 98 Custom and shot once. The shot landed between the two of them, which wasn't what I was hoping for. This did though shake them up, as they whipped around violently looking for where the shot had come from. They scurried for cover, and my teammate in the trench popped up, and removed one of them from the game(nice shot to the side of the head). And I shot once more. The round gingerly made contact with the last guy's back. I loved this game, not because of the kills. But because of the amazing sense of being the hunter. Many do not know how tremendous and adrenaline inducing that really is. And for those of you who do, good luck, and good hunting.