Limited Input from the Vulcan target, in no particular order but I think in approximate sequence:
 
SitRep 1 - Free For All. I hunkered down in a nice dark covered hole and waited for some patsy to 
stroll by in the bright sunny open field. Whistle blew, patsy strolled, fire exchanged. I got hit 
in the crotch (thank God for the cup) and patsy didn't get touched. As I was walking out the patsy 
was assaulted by the Feringi in a clump of bushes. Same scenario, patsy miraculously missed and 
Feringi hit. The apparently bullet proof patsy who required no cover then joined us on our walk 
out with a jammed weapon. Total time - 2 minutes, honor of first casualty of the day belongs to 
myself.
 
SitRep 2 - Team Play. I hunkered in another dark hole watching the road and field waiting for patsies 
with a sniper behind me. I successfully drew and returned fire allowing the sniper to do his job while 
I walked out dripping paint off my head. 5 minutes waiting, 1 minute of gunplay. My one and only 
bruise of the day obtained from Chicken Phucker with his flatline. 
 
SitRep 3 - Assassin Guild Scenario - walking the target. Surprisingly enough, my personal favorite. 
While escorting an alleged VIP, the escort team fell under fire and had to locate and flush 3 two man 
teams of snipers. We lost 3 of the original 6 protectors, bagging 5 of the 6 snipers. The protection 
team kept 2 to 3 men on the alleged VIP at all times with single and two man teams running forward and 
flanking actions. I maintained rear guard and radio contact with our front scout through the first fire 
fight that claimed Gizmo's assistant, James B, but missed Gizmo. No shooting but lots of yelling on my 
part. Lost our forward scout (trench coat man), so radio coordination was lost. I participated in the 
locating flushing and eventual elimination of Salek, although I did not get the kill - just maintained 
pinning and location fire for the guy with the high dollar gun. I did locate and eliminate Sorgh after 
the near blind Nausican strolled past him twice. Sorgh's gillie suit was very impressive, but apparently 
not quite right to a color blind Vulcan. Something behind the brush looked odd, and his movement was 
the give away - stay still next time Sorgh, and you might get away with it. Continued the game on flank 
and forward flush, missing out on the remainder of the shooting, but was pumped enough from the three 
previous encounters to be happy. Alleged VIP successfully walked past the snipers to safe ground. The 
Feringi and I were expecting a slaughter, but events turned out in our favor, and bragging rights do 
not go to the assassins guild this time. Unless letting your target live is something to brag about.
 
SitRep 4 - Predator. Rules were a bit rushed and somewhat unclear during this one, so the last few 
minutes were a bit confusing. My nephew and I spent the first 2/3 of the event stomping through bushes 
and creek beds way the hell back by the rear fence line with trench coat man while skinny butt Salek 
was way the hell up front converting people. By the time we joined the last few humans, it was a chaotic 
screaming running battle that ended for me when the Nausican beside me was turned and politely gave me 
the opportunity to surrender while B'alrahg continued spraying my limited cover. While debating my 
options B'alrahg caught my forearm and made the final decision for me. I finished the game watching 
the Nausican die by Gizmo and walking out with a group of former humans. We assumed Gizmo was the last 
human, but on the way out we were informed by the Feringi hunkered down in a hole that we were wrong.
 
SitRep 5 - Capture The Flag. Successful strategy, but I still died. Jester and I took left assault and 
hustled forward to the Blue Teams position, slipping out into the open field. We elected to give away 
our position and force the three visible flag guards to deal with a multi front scenario. All three of 
the visible flag guards left their positions and took up chasing Jester and I - bad form guys, leave 
some one at the flag. We split and drew fire, engaging in a high trajectory lobbing match while waiting 
for our team mates to come up from another direction. Unfortunately, while changing position and sliding 
into cover, a random lob hit me and I got to walk out. Jester followed about 5 minutes later. I do not 
know the final outcome of the match as I had other obligations to attend too, initiating my departure.
 
An enjoyable time was had by myself and my family. Remarkably little post event, morning after pain and 
stiffness, and only one little bruise on the bicep. I didn't have to eat paint either, which is always a 
plus. My only regret is not being able to paint Jester or the Nausican. Looking forward to the next event, 
and making tentative plans for an Arkansas trip. 
 
Hope to shoot each of you some day. Some of you twice. Jester more than that, just because of that hair 
thing he has.