TheNinja
06-02-2001, 08:59 PM
Last summer I went to my cabin, a little house on loon lake, about a half hour outside spokane (eastern WA). My friend and I got bored with swimming, so we hit the phone books looking for a p ball place. We found one that was about 10 minutes away, so we called, and reserved our slots.
Later that day we decided to go shopping for some gear to use, seeing as how we left all of our equiptment back in Seattle. We hit the local 2nd hand stores. My friend ended up with a big *** pair of Jncos and some fat womans old shirt, while I found myself a pinstripe suit for 5 bucks.
When we got to the place, we all felt kind of goofy, in our odd looking p ball outfits. They were all hick hunters and were decked out in their camo gear. Some had their own guns, a spyder or 2 I think, but the rest were just renting like my freind and i.
When the game started, it was easy to tell the opponents were fairly novice. I only got out once or twice the hole day.
But one game was particularly fun. My friend and I seperated ourselves from the rest of our 6 man team, and hid in a large pile of wood about mid field.
And there we sat, and sat. The enemy never advanced, so we called for one of the newbs to scout for us.
He sprinted ahead, and was mowed down about 2 hundred yards from our wood.
I slid out of the wood, and crawled through some tall grass to a large tree over looking the bunkers where they were hiding.
I took careful aim with my rental model 98, and fired down at a bunker with 2 of the baddies hiding in it. The bell hit, but not the one I was aiming for. I though, Oh well, a kill is a kill, and peeked out over the roots again. His friend was crouched low searching the tree line where I was hiding.
I grabbed a rock, and threw it about 30 feet from me into a bush, and the newb opened up on it. As soon as he started firing I jumped up and charged down at him.
He turned, but too late, as I had alreadt began to rain death on him.
The cheap barrel and paint sprayed every where, but two of the balls impacted on his crotch.
He let out this huge scream, and started rolling around on the ground swearing. When I noticed where I hit him, I rolled over laughing.
Later, after we had won the round, and we were sitting around drinking pop and eating some sandwiches, the man with the now pick crotch walked up, and shot me in the back. This pissed me off, so I jumped up, ready for a fight.
But he ran into his truck, and peeled out and got away before I, or the refs, could get to him.
The funny thing is, he ran away with the field's marker and mask. So the owner (a big hick man) grabbed a shot gun, and got into his truck, and followed.
About five minuted later the owner came back with his marker and mask. He was cool enoguh to refund my rental money (15 bucks) for what happened.
Later that day we decided to go shopping for some gear to use, seeing as how we left all of our equiptment back in Seattle. We hit the local 2nd hand stores. My friend ended up with a big *** pair of Jncos and some fat womans old shirt, while I found myself a pinstripe suit for 5 bucks.
When we got to the place, we all felt kind of goofy, in our odd looking p ball outfits. They were all hick hunters and were decked out in their camo gear. Some had their own guns, a spyder or 2 I think, but the rest were just renting like my freind and i.
When the game started, it was easy to tell the opponents were fairly novice. I only got out once or twice the hole day.
But one game was particularly fun. My friend and I seperated ourselves from the rest of our 6 man team, and hid in a large pile of wood about mid field.
And there we sat, and sat. The enemy never advanced, so we called for one of the newbs to scout for us.
He sprinted ahead, and was mowed down about 2 hundred yards from our wood.
I slid out of the wood, and crawled through some tall grass to a large tree over looking the bunkers where they were hiding.
I took careful aim with my rental model 98, and fired down at a bunker with 2 of the baddies hiding in it. The bell hit, but not the one I was aiming for. I though, Oh well, a kill is a kill, and peeked out over the roots again. His friend was crouched low searching the tree line where I was hiding.
I grabbed a rock, and threw it about 30 feet from me into a bush, and the newb opened up on it. As soon as he started firing I jumped up and charged down at him.
He turned, but too late, as I had alreadt began to rain death on him.
The cheap barrel and paint sprayed every where, but two of the balls impacted on his crotch.
He let out this huge scream, and started rolling around on the ground swearing. When I noticed where I hit him, I rolled over laughing.
Later, after we had won the round, and we were sitting around drinking pop and eating some sandwiches, the man with the now pick crotch walked up, and shot me in the back. This pissed me off, so I jumped up, ready for a fight.
But he ran into his truck, and peeled out and got away before I, or the refs, could get to him.
The funny thing is, he ran away with the field's marker and mask. So the owner (a big hick man) grabbed a shot gun, and got into his truck, and followed.
About five minuted later the owner came back with his marker and mask. He was cool enoguh to refund my rental money (15 bucks) for what happened.