I am probly the classic "old guy wanting to relive his younger days" and since I haven't been able to play Pball in probly 3 years stories are about I all have. So if you don't mind my rambling for a tale or 2 and then sharing one (or more) of your own, woohoo :D . But if ya do, then this post will die off and ya won't have to read it again :P

I have 2 favorite games, both occured on the same day. Mid-summer, Bloomington, IN at a now closed field called "the Mill". Nice sunny day, about 75-80 perfect paintball weather. Being summer and such a nice day the field was pretty full, probly about 40 players. (I know thats not alot to some of you, but thats alot for and average open day here)

I start the day with my Tippmann 68 Special, but after a game or 2 the gun wants to be a PITA and not work right. I'm not really in the mood to fix it I wanna PLAY! So I break out the SL-68. This thing was a BEAST. Had a 16" barrel and I had a ummmm, well...."sound reduction device" that I had made from PVC and foam, on there as well. With the 7 oz tank the thing took up most of the length of a picnic table.

The time frame was probly 1992-3 I'd guess so everyone had a semi. Alot of Mags, a few cockers (they were still confusing to most people so not many of them) and alot of VM68's. So when I break out the "beast" EVERYONE stares at me....most point and laugh or make comments under their breath. I'm a regular so I know most of the people so my feelings aren't really bruised by all this. I go chrono and a few people see me shoot but they don't hear anything. They give me a puzzled look, I just smile.

Game time! The field is about 20 acres. Mostly woods, with a well done grassy area in the middle with some bunkers, a couple covered waggons, and a 2 story tower. Our team (red) started at the fort (where our flag was hung) and the other team started in the far left corner back in the back of the woods. The horn blows and my team runs off like a shot in 2 directions one left along the tape tward their base, the other up the middle. I head to a bunker thats on the edge of the trees to the left of the tower about 40 yards away. I set up leaning out the left side of the bunker watching the flag, my gun is inside the bunker only my head is really sticking out and it's under a tree.

For about 10 mins nothing happened, other then I could hear the shooting in the distance. Then from the top of the clearing on the right tape (where none of my team had gone) comes a lone blue team member. He looks at the tower from the top of the clearing for a bit but doesn't see anyone. So he runs halfway across the clearing and slides into a bunker. Pops his head up and looks around again and doesnt see anything. He runs across again and slides into the bunker on the opposite side of mine. Probly 40 yards to the flag and 80 yards from me. Thats way out of range so I let him move again, while I pull "the beast" up to firing position. There is a ref that has been standing in the clearing most of the game and he's down by the tower now, having watched the blue guy run into the area. The blue guy looks around some more and decided it was all clear so he runs down for the flag grab. Right as he gets to the flag I shoot. MISS!! The ref radio's "Blue team HAS the flag!" but the flag got stuck on the tower and the blue guy ran a few steps before he realized he DIDN'T have it in his hand. Feeling cocky now he looks at the ref and they kinda chuckle over it and he turns and walks back to the flag. He put his hand out for the flag and thats when I shot again.........SPLAT right in the middle of his back! I've never seen someone jump so high. He looks around for the shooter but doesnt seen anyone. Him and the ref just look at eachother, look around again, check the hit, look around again, then the blue guy calls out and walks away looking around some more. The ref gets back on the radio and recinds his flag grab call with "Well, you won't belive this but...." and stares in my direction so I pop over the top of the bunker and wave to him, he just shakes his head.

My team then comes running in with the blue's flag and the game is over. The ref walks over to me and says "I didn't hear a thing! That guy looked like a deer in headlights when you shot him I thought his heart exploded! Hell it scared me too."
Back at the staging area the guy I had shot was all wanting to know who/how he got hit. Then he saw me and "the beast" and just smiled and laughed...."I didn't hear a thing! I about S*** my pants when I was hit."

That was one of my favorite games ever. Sorry it's so long, but if ya feel like posting a story feel free :)

to advance on our town you have to cross a no cover 50yrd open space .This was at the"time bandits"scenerio game.I had heard on the radio there was a hard push on the town,so i wondered overjust as i got there my 2 last teammates were eliminated.for some reason the other team pulled back to regroup.So i set up on the back side of the buildings so when i shot i shot through the building thus rendering my shots pretty quiet.As they advanced i waited till they were in range and started the 1 man defense against around 40 .watching though cracks i picked the players with the most fire power and expirence leaving kidds alone .I fired 2 shots and got 2 players and changed my position ,nailed another one and they retreated.I had gotten their leaders!!!I pulled back and the players attacked where the thought i was and they where easy targets(3) the players pulled back but where stillin the town.I called over the radio for help and it was on the way 5min or so.Firing from another position I got a few more I was getting some heat now and didn't have much space to work with.so now i end up in the last place i can pull back to 2 long trailers hooked together I wait at 1 end and take down a couple players, i go deeper into the trailer.I can here them talking now through the walls now and they've entered the trailer i toss agrenade down the hall and do something they don't expect i attack and surrender 2 players.Theres an explosion of paint flying in I stay down below the windows I hear people getting eliminated,when i cheak the radio it's off.I'm allmost out of paint i look for balls on the floor when i hear"jamie that you?" I was rescued!!! I had shot 50 rds took down 15 held the obgective i was exhasted.what to do now ????? RELOAD AND GO FOR IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m a big fan of 24hr games and this one dates back to ’99, the Y2K 28hr scenario at Survival New York. The premise was Americans and Russians fighting over a fuel source on a South American island. A third team of local mercenaries were also on the field. I happened to be the Russian General in this game and some of the stuff I pulled had people out for revenge for years.

The beginning of the game, all the Mercenaries were camped out in our base. I hadn’t had time to chrono before the game started so I left the field to head to the staging area. From there I heard all hell break loose in my base. Apparently, the Mercs first mission was to eliminate Me and they picked the wrong guy. My team just wiped them out.
Naturally, I was blamed for the whole incident and they spent the rest of the game trying to take me out. (and succeeded all too often) Including the hiring of the Black Market to use a poison gas to take me out. The Ref lit the fuse and came towards my bunker just as I took two shots in the shoulder and left the field. The ref standing there with the lit smoke grenade(poison gas) just watched as the cloud drifted across and enveloped the team that had hired him and took them all out.

The third and biggest thing I pulled that game involved use of unauthorized props. This field always used white Tyvek suits as bio-hazard or radiation suits. I knew this and had a couple with me. What was not known was that the refs had never gotten any for this particular game. So one of the big objectives in the game was possession of an oil refinery. Outside the refinery was an open box of radioactive dust that would eliminate any player within twenty feet unless they had the white suit.
Now, I had a mission to blow up the American base-and I had a sniper who was actually a Marine Sniper! So I sent the bulk of my troops to attack the American base, and the sniper went with them. In the meantime I hired the black market to clear the refinery of American troops. While those two things were going on I had my Speznost Commandos take one of the white suits I had brought, gave them tunnel insertion cards and had them go to the refinery, gather the radioactive dust, tunnel to the American base, leave the open box there and return.

The American base had been blown up – the General and Colonel had been taken out by the Sniper – We now controlled the refinery – the Americans couldn’t get close to their base to re-build it because of the radiation – and they couldn’t buy a white suit from the black market because there were none to be had.

They were pissed.

I heard afterwards that they paid over a million dollars in game funds to have that box removed. Which ultimately meant they did not have the funds to buy the props needed to win the game.

:evil:

My favorite story has nothing to do with what I did.

Early this May, we got together a bunch of people to play at an indoor speedball court. One of them was my dad. He had never played paintball, and was the only guy there with a rental. (It was, incidently my first time playing stock class.)

We switched up treams several times and eventually me and my dad were on the same team. The game started and the shooting began. I was first into the dead box followed by two more of the 4 on our team. Two of the other team had been shot out.

So there's my dad behind the last bunker on the field and two of my friends are moved up on him. We all thought he was toast.

But he was still in.

And a little later he was still in.

And he was yet still in after a good two minutes.

He was trading fire with two guys on both sides of his bunker, keeping them from moving and keeping their heads down. He wasn't giving up, he wasn't cowering in the bunker and he was ignoring much of the return fire, poping out and shooting.

Eventually they got him, but it took an awful long time for two guys to get him. Afterwards, becasue of this and several similar incidents on the field, Comovartia said to me, "I see where you get it."

For the first time in my life, I had a real, solid connection to my dad. For many, many years I had seen little of my father in me. We had some rought times over the years (mostly alcohol related rough times) and so far that had been the only similarity I thought we had possesed.

After thinking about it, I realized what Comovartia was talking about.

I finally saw myself in my dad. It was one of those epiphenal moments in life when you suddenly know something with perfect assurance.

I am my father's son.

Yeah, I know its not very exciting or funny, but it is still the best thing that ever happened to me playing paintball. (Of course the next day I got laid off from my job making it a very memorable game indeed.)

Wow, great stories !!! -_- -_-
Im still combing through my gray matter archives, something interesting will pop up eventually... but ive had writers block for weeks now and its begining to tick me off... :rolleyes:

That was a condensed version, I did a 2500 word write-up on that game.
As well as a 1500 word write-up on the second part of that game, the Y2K2 game in December '99 that was published in Paintball Sports magazine, April 2000.
But I'll do a condensed version of some things I pulled in that one and post it in a day or two...

O.K., here’s another story, from the Y2K2, held in December’99, the same year as the first tale. The story I had written was published in April 2000 in Paintball Sports, this is a part that was something kinda unique.
The first game was a 28hr weekend, the second game was only one day, and I only found out by a flier mailed to my home about the game. Talk on the boards was Americans and mercenaries looking for the Russian General, so I was playing low…I was only the Colonel this time.
Anyway, the day went on and the day passed, and both teams put up a hell of a fight. We had fun as I led squads around on missions but didn’t pull anything special during the day. At 4:00 we gathered for the score and Frank Coppola of Survival New York’s Mechanics (more to come about them) tallied up the final points.
It was a tied score.

Honestly, 200 players started chanting:
“Speed-Ball—Speed-Ball –- Speed-Ball---“

It was to be decided by a 5-on-5 match. I had to be in on that. I took the right tape and it was quickly down to two of us against three of them. My mirror was a spool, and I hit his foot-moved up and spent some time shooting across the center bunker to the spool on the left tape. (Which I really couldn’t see, but I knew where it was) The ref called that side out and I assumed it was my last teammate on that side. I could see their back man popping out of the back bunker and I put three or four shots over the top and he popped up into it. I thought I’d have to deal with someone on my flank but it was the other guy who was gone, not my own man being called out like I had thought. As we walked off the field, my last teammate tells me his gun jammed on the first shot, and I was the one who had taken out the left tape by shooting over the center.
So they had three and we had five, winning the eight-hour game by two points.

Got me a story from d-day on july 12th and 13th,just
need to write it up,get the photos,and if maverick wants,
and has the bandwith for,video,and I will send it in.
Might take awhile though. :P

The other day I was playing modified stock against my brother (Spyder Xtra) and his friend ( 98 Custom, who I've just converted to pump play :) ) We were playing in the woods behind my house. I started at the upper part of the hillside, they started at the bottom. The just stood in the same spot and camped most of the time. I went to the far end of the hill side and crawled through the brush to the other side (the bottom) I quietly creaped up behind them, all the time hearing them say, "I saw him," while they were shooting towards were I started. The both then decided to split up. Big mistake. My brother went to the other side, were I had originally crawled throgh. I saw his friend alone, about 30 feet away. I sent one over his shoulder. Why? Because I knew thathe would turn around. The very second he did, I gogged him. I then hurried off, away from him. I eventually overheard them talking. I saw my brother, who had his backed turned, talking to his friend. His friend's eyes got big, and I shot. Hit my brother in the back of the leg. I was about 10 feet away, so I didn't want to hit him in a place were my mom would have noticed (She wouldn't be happy, she dosn't understand he has a firepower advantage for some strange reason, so she thiks I'll hurt him by shooting him too much or at all from close distance) I won the game against two semis, the first time using a stock class feed. I was so happy.

It was about 5 months ago. It was a normal rec ball day, not much happening. I think the teams were 20 vs. 20. Well, anyway were playing a capture the flag game, but you need your opponents flag as well as your own team flag at your flag station. I'm playing total stockclass with my phantom. Ok, the game starts and my team runs to the left and up the center. My friend (playing with a mag) and me just hang back and decide to go right down the hill. We walk down alittle while and hear lots of fireing over near the center of the field. Where about half way down the whole field when I see two guys looking the other direction. I yell what color and their on our team. I asked what was happening and they said that we were the only ones left. I thought for a second and then told them to fun up the hill and check to see if we had any players left. As they ran up the hill I hear my friend yell I'm out. So I flip around cock my phantom and shoot at the kid. I ended up shooting him in the neck (poor Kid).

I heard fire and runing, so I started a sprint to the enemy flag station. I made it there grabed the flag, which was not gaurded. Then ran ito some think brush. The other team made it there and looked around amazed that their flag was gone. They only had about 10 guy's left so I waited. Then two guys stayed back with the flag as the other 8 walked back off to my teams flag station. I waited for a few minuets. Then I crawled forwad to a very little opening, aimed then took a shot and nailed the guy in the goggles. The other guy droped to the ground like a rock. I took another shot and missed and while re-cocking he ran behind a wooden bunker. So I moved to a really small set of mounds with out him seeing me. I'm about ten feet away and he pops his head out and starts shooting into the woods. He waits then almost fully stands up when pop nail him straight into the calf. He calls out. I run grab the flag run back almost make it to my flag station when pop pop pop pop :pow: pop. I got ambushed. None the less it was a great game!!! :lol:

well my best story happened on saturday. we were playing a capture the flag game. i was at mid feild, about 25 feet from the flag. i was taking fire from the front and to the side (rathbaster was on my 9 o'clock) the fire on my side eased as i ran out of paint. i set my phantom aside(had some qualms about that) and sprinted up to the flag. i only receieved a little fire (rathbaster later told me he was changing his 12 gram and said to himself what the hell is he doing) I grabbed the flag and sprinted back to my end with a gentleman chasing me and firing at my back (several hit none broke) i got to my flag station and had the ref check me for hits. he said i was clean and whispered to me "you have to get the flag to their station." so by then i was dejected and dropped the flag. the ref whispered to ma again " your still not out and i havent whistled the game yet" so i threw the flag over my shoulder and headed back up feild and picked up my phantom. and then continued to make my way up feild. about 20 feet from the opposing teams station i heard paintballs zipping by ny head and started sprinting again ( not easy for someone over thirty) and hung the flag on the opposing teams flag station. the only one who figured out my ruse was rathbaster, and he was probably laughing to hard to hit me.

i hung the flag at both stations in one game and most of the players probably had no idea
:lol:

My team won our first tourney because of a guy that hung the flag at their own flag station for us...they got 20pts for the grab we got 50 for the hang :)

~CHUBBIE~

Ha!
Seen it happen before.

Who needs a fictional story contest...we gots the good stuff right here.

Whats REALLY funny about the guy that did the flag hang at the wrong base, he did it AGAIN the next game! I think his team ended up leaving after that game to avoid the harassing from everyone. Poor guy :lol:

~CHUBBIE~

Well, my best time of playing paintball was right after I made up this ghillie blind. I took a burlap turkey blind that was died advantage print, cut it into strips about 12 in long and then unraveled it and tied it into some cargo netting that was olive drab. I swear, it took me about 2 weeks to tie all of those fibers into the cargo netting, but when I was done I had a camoflage masterpiece! I had a buddy of mine just go to the edge of the woods with it on and simply sit down....If I haden't seen him sit I wouldn't have seen him...

So...the day came to actually try it out. I sat beside a path with a bend in it and simply sat down and waited for a guy to come by. Well, eventually it happend. There I was legs in the brush covered up pretty well with my newly made ghillie shroud covering me front end and gun. I got the biggest rush in the world as the guy came closer and closer and DIDN'T SEE ME!!! My heart was pounding in my ribcage as he came closer....20....15...10...8....6....3 FEET FROM ME! I stayed there, still as could be. My heart was pounding, I could hear the blood flowing... The guy actually stopped then and there and just looked around. I almost swallowed my heart, but still he didn't see me.

He continued on down the path. I had to repress the urge to giggle as I lined up my sights on his back. It was a great game lining him up... Slowly... I savored it. It was one of those moments that seemed to take much longer than it actually did. When the fella got to about 20 feet away from me I shot him in the a$$, and delighted when he jumped several feet in the air.

That is one of the most memorable times I have had paintballing. That first time using my ghillie. I have since refrained from using it much anymore, it is a rush, but I sort of feel guilty using it. I bust it out now and again for play against semi players, but that is sort of evening the odds as I play stock class equipment only now a days.

Nice thread chubbie. I have really enjoyed all of the stories on here. I enjoy hearing about other folks "adventures". Thanks for the ear. Take care all.

Six

Well, after 12 years or so of playing, I have got a lot of good stories. Some revolve around me and some around the other guys I play with. Lets start with one about the Annual Northern MI Big Game held at Action Sports. Now in the scope of big games, this one isn't huge by any means. It usually draws about 200 players. The field is forty acres of scrub pines with a village on one side, a 3 story tower on the other and a radar station in the middle.

The team I play for is called Last Rites and we have been together long enough that it seems we read each others minds on the field. Well, I digress. we volunteer to play the feared and hated Mercenary Squad. We like it because it gives us a nice target rich enviroment.

I am not sure how other games like this go, but there are 13 flag objectives on the field that are checked every 30 minutes by the refs for who has possession. There are two flags on a rope and pully system. Whichever color is up when checked gets the points. Our main job was to "nuetralize" the flags so no one got the points. We managed to talk Ron into giving the Mercs points for nuetral flags.

Anyhow, the day started out with the field owner handing us some "goodies", like smokers and paint grenades. We got to take the field before anyone else and had brought our own suprises. We had made some trip mines the week before and had them approved by the field owner. We set them where they would do the most initial damage and forgot about them. They were tripped by some VERY upset players heading for the first and only easy flags of the day. That set the tone for the whole day as half of the guys on both teams were pissed at us to begin with.

Shortly thereafter we started running roughshod over both teams. We were hunting the generals fairly successfully, beating up there hunter squads that were out after us. We did get ambushed at one point and all of us walked off the field. As we were refilling our hoppers and whatnot, one of the red team came strolling into the staging area bitching about the Mercs. He was heard to say: " F'ing Mercs! They're worse than the whole yellow team! There must be 20 of them out there." We all kinda looked at him and one of us quipped up with:" Thanx, but there are only eight of us." His jaw hit the ground as he headed for his truck.

Well, by lunch two things had happened. One, the Mercs were in second place by a margin of 200 points behind the Red team and over 400 ahead of the Yellow team. And the battle cry of the day had become, "F'ING MERCS!!!!"

On a more personal note, the best moment that comes to mind was when I was watching a flag station from the bushes nearby. An unwary player approached the station with trepidation at first, which quickly turned to confidence as he figured he was out there all by himself. I had been settled into the shade for a bit and was quite comfortable with my position. While he approached, I pulled my KP stock to my shoulder, settled into the classic "Sniper" position, and dropped the crosshairs onto the flag pole. He looked around as he reached for the rope and began to pull it for the switch. When he had the flags nuetralized, the KP coughed once and a bright Green SPLAT appeared on the back of the pulling hand. The poor bugger looked around in shock trying to figure out where the shot came from. Fortunately he was an honest player and left the flags nuetral and walked away. The ref came by a few minutes later and credited the mercs with the points.

Makes you feel real good about yourself when you have half the players on the field looking over their shoulder to see if they are gonna get shot in the back, cause they are more worried about eight of you than they are the other team.

Thanks Six :)
I was hoping to hear some good tales. That's the part I like best about Pball anyway, the after game stories.
Keep em comin too, I know I have a ton of stories from the 14 years I've played and I'm not even an "old timer" compared to some -_-

~CHUBBIE~

Ok another story too :)

Same field as the first post. It had been raining for the past week or so.
This is a full field CTF game, probly 25/team. Our team started at the 1 story fort that sat pretty much on the top of a cliff. There is a path down the cliff with a rope to get to the usually dry creek bed. Then there's another worn in path through the woods to the back left corner. Normally if a team tries to go up the tape from the opposite flag the un up coming up this path to our base since it's a pretty good clear run. Anyway...my whole team except my friend (Tom) and I decided to go up our right tape (down the rope and up the creekbed), while Tom and I went left. The horn sounds and we're off, but rather then take the path down Tom books it through the trees and he's haullin a$$ down this hill thats gotta be 50 degrees steep. This next part all happened in slow motion to me, I can't imagine what it was like for Tom. He trips at full sprint downhill and falls face first tward the ground. In mid-air he tucks in and lands in a roll. (What he doesn't see is he is rolling directly at a broken felled tree that is basicly a sharpened point) He does 1 3/4 of another roll and pops his foot out and catapults off the downed tree and dives over the rest of it, landing in another roll on the path at the bottom of the hill. (He spilled all his paint while doing this carnival act) While in air he pulled a pod and landed with pod out and re-filling his hopper and running down the path. I had stopped about half way down the hill with my jaw on the ground thinking I'm going to see my friend impaled on a tree and die so I can't hardly move.
After I see he's ok I run down and up ahead he's exchanging fire with what looks like 3/4 of the other team. :pow: He asks me what took so long, and I just blink at him. :blink:
We actually won the shoot out with them and headed off to their flag station. There is the other 1/4 of their team shooting it out with whats left of our guys. Time is running out and we cant afford to shoot it out and head back so again Super Tom just runs in and snatches the flag. They weren't watching for us from our side so no fire on the run in, but they sure saw him after he grabbed it! He heads off down the creekbed tward our base at full speed with their guys in hot pursuit blasting away at his back. (again what Tom didn't know was the creek bed has a HUGE 10' drop that used to be a waterfall, about half way back to our base) I had skirted around to the right of the mob to try and get back to our base to provide some cover fire when Tom got there. I see Tom in the front with 7 reds 30 feet behind him and probly 6 blues (my team) 30 feet behind them, all running full speed down this creekbed. Then Tom just poofs....he's gone. I had to again stop and wonder where he went. Then the reds get to where he should have been and they all just stop right there and stare at what looks to me to be the ground.....then the blues and they do the same thing. There's alot of shouting, pointing but no one is shooting eachother. I then remember about the drop off!! :o OMG! Tom's DEAD for sure....I book it over to them and look down expecting the worst. I look down and there in a pool of water is Tom in chest deep water with his gun and the flag up above his head to keep them dry. We didn't finish that game we were all laughing and trying to figure out how to get Tom out of this hole full of water.
As a side light I had to take Tom to the hospital later for an adrenaline headache, I wonder why :)

~CHUBBIE~