It was fall, probably late in October, The leaves on the trees were changing colors, and the temperature was getting colder every day, Soon, there would be snow falling and winter would begin. It was the perfect time of year to play paintball.
We chose to play a simple elimination game, and our teams split up, heading in opposite directions across the field and into the woods. We ran until we found a good place to hide, and then began the game by yelling "Start" loudly across the field. For the first couple of minutes my team stayed down, waiting to see what our opponents would do. They too had run into the woods and started walking toward us. We could see them coming, but they were still too far out of range. The inexpensive paintball guns we had back then could only shoot accurately for about 100 feet. Our opponents were still about twice that distance away. .
They moved slowly toward us, along the edge of the wood line. They came to a spot that was thick with brush and trees, and stopped there. With their guns drawn, they fired a few shots in our direction. A few of their shots came close to hitting us, but we ducked down and out of the way. .
I called my teammates together and planned a quick strategy. We were going to split up to try to close in on the other team, and get shots on them. I moved further into the woods, stepping quietly across branches and leaves. Matt and Craig, my teammates, stayed at the edge of the woods, holding their positions and distracting the other team by firing a few shots at them.
I moved through the woods, now coming closer to the other team. Hiding behind large trees as I walked, I was able to come closer to the other players without them seeing me. They were now within my range, and I had fair shots at both Steve and Greg. Seth was furthest away, ducked down behind brush, being the hardest of all to hit. .
At about this time, my teammates rushed aggressively toward the other team, firing quickly, just as we had planned.