Arrived Friday PM, set camp, communed with spirits – both teammates and liquid variety. 
Deployed a targeting and range finding hostage (Osama Pooh Laden) to an accessible tree 
for the next day.
Breakfast and coffee, geared up, hit the trails approximately 9 AM. In no particular 
order, because I can’t remember what order we did these:
Free for all – hunkered down in a nice little covered spot with access to the open field 
and the trail feeding into it. Listened to the others kill each other for a while, and 
then spotted Monkey Boy trotting down the road. Monkey Boy survived my initial volley, 
and we settled into shooting routine where he bobbed and weaved like a jack-in-the-box 
on crack, while I laid in the shade and picked at him for a bit. The Arkie Matt shot my 
ass out from behind.
Hostage – 5 people took Osama Pooh Laden out into the field to protect his worthless orange 
hide from the delta force commandos that were after him. The DF teams were assigned to 
kidnap and return Pooh-laden for interrogation, or snuff him if unable to capture. The 
Dirty Pooh-Laden bodyguards were devious little bastards, wrapping Pooh up in cammo and
stashing him in a holler. They sent one guy out to die for the cause while the rest took 
up a heavily fortified bunker position with one man outside for cross fire. Balragh, 
Jester, Forrest Bump, and myself went out as one team, and took up positions. We made use 
of our hand signal training and cover protection as we searched the woods – very effective, 
nice job. We found the nest of bunkered bastards and began trading fire, which caused the 
demise of Jester. Forrest Bump was low crawling through a ravine towards the bunker while 
Balragh and I tried to get clear shots into their positions. Balragh and Monkey Boy (hidden 
cross fire guy) took each other out, and the bunker shot me out. Forrest Bump followed up 
out pretty quick after that. My team escorted Monkey Boy back to base.
Mutant – Chicken Phuquer was it. We moved out and spread in a disorganized fashion and began 
to die. CP rallied his converts on a regular basis and they clustered together to make an 
ever-growing army of unholy mutant scum. I was attempting to approach the unwashed mutant 
rabble when I gave away my position and decided on a valiant retreat. I skidded into the fort 
and was greeted by Balragh’s gun. After mutual loud confirmation of human status Forrest Bump 
joined us and we 3 noble humans took up a position to defend the fort. It was pretty impressive 
watching the mutant hoards converge on our position and spread out to attack – they were 
hopping about and hooting and looked like something from a “Planet of the Apes” movie. Shooting 
started – I took a hit and turned to Mutie – Balragh shot me point blank in the chest with no 
hesitation. Bastard. I tripped on the loose wood and went down. As I lay there watching paint 
fly overhead, I decided that I was right where I needed to be at that time. Forrest Bump was 
hit and Balragh hauled ass. A nice mutie scum helped me up and I retired from the field.
Defend the fort – half dozen went in, the rest were going to gangbang the Alamo. After a brief 
pause for some snake killing – in the same place I was laying earlier – we resumed the assault. 
Our team of 18 or so people split into three ragged teams and attempted to converge from various 
sides. Lots of shooting and pinned positions, scampering for cover, and an occasional death 
occurred. I ended up supporting Balragh and Jester till they were shot out. As the shooting died 
down and became sporadic, I entered the trees and headed for the fort, spotting Preacher facing 
away from me in his evil nun habit. Coming up behind him and in front of what I thought was an 
empty fort I prepared to eliminate Preacher, when he turned, spotted me and we traded fire. 
At the same time the fort opened up on my flank delivering some truly magnificent bleeding 
bruises – glad I bought the neck guard - first day using it, first time hit in the jugular. 
Preacher and I also hit each other and we walked off the field together.
Downed Pilot – Three people sent out to the far side of the range with pistols only. 
Objective – get back to base alive in 30 minutes. We went out as teams again, Balragh, Jester, 
Forrest Bump, and Myself. After hustling to the back half we became separated and one of the 
pilots almost got past us. I spotted him in a clearing with his sidearm pointed right at me, 
so I walked past and turned towards Balragh. As I was about to signal ‘Ragh, the pilot shot 
me in the ass – literally. Balragh kilt him dead, and a minute later we heard the whistle as 
a pilot succeeded in reaching base.
Duel In The Sun – beer was starting and fatigue setting in so we began dueling with ten paces 
turn and fire, single shots. Some jams, some air-less guns, some dropped balls occurred, and 
remarkably enough, no one got shot. Damn balls would zing in and curve off at the last second. 
Shortening the paces to 5 didn’t help any. A dozen duels, no one hit. Assault On Osama Pooh-Laden 
– The rat bastard showed his orange hide, so we took him out. See the video.
Evening, We communed with more spirits and relaxed. Broke camp the next morning, cleaned up, 
departed for the real world.