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Overview (Joe): Perfect Day, low 70s. I wasn't there, but Mark has written a story below. As always if you can remember a story email it to me.

 

{Capture the Flag, Log(RED) vs Bridge(YELLOW)} By Mark Reising: My most exciting game was the second to last game. We were defending our flag in the Log fort and the other team defended the Bridge fort. We sent a man around the back door to cut off any attempt they made to come that way and to tie them up towards the end of the game at their fort. We also parked one down in the reeds to make us aware of any movement along that route. Two men stayed with the flag.

Three of us tried to head them off at the bunker fort and were successful. From that point we watched and listened for a while to see if we could figure where they were going to hit us from. We heard some shooting from the creek but couldn't tell on what side or who was shot out (if anyone). Then it got kind of quiet.

We started getting low on time, (about seven minutes left) and decided to start a push towards the bridge fort. Two went around the back (our right) towards the staging area and I moved into the center covered by the thick bushes and grass. I heard shooting from the far back position but coudn't tell who shouted out or how many where shooting. I didn't hear any more from our man and figured that it was our casualty. Aaron Brandt was still to my left and I motioned for him to move to my position while I faded more to the right, near the trail between the center fo the field and creek.

We moved up closer and did not see anyone in or around their fort. I moved into the lower section figuring that they were either behind the bridge (I used their fort to cover my movement) or behind the staging building (which is where they were). I tried to pull their flag and leave un-noticed but the darn thing wouldn't budge. I tried again, actually standing up and presenting a target, but it wouldn't move. (I was told later that we had an audience which did a great job of contianing their laughter as I sturggled with the flag.) I pulled still harder, this time making a thud noise as the stick bumped the slats it was stuck between.

This time I got it and noticed a guy behind the staging building starting to draw a bead on me. I let loose with about three rounds and took off for the cover, hoping to bring Aaron a target as I was chased. The bushes were ablaze with flying paint which then stopped suddenly. I found out later that the shooters gun had jammed. I later told my pursuer that I didn't know my knees could still get that high.

As I made my way towards our end of the field, I saw two men walking towards holding their guns up. One was ours but I couldn't see the other's arm band. (We all kind of look the same at a glance, and I didn't want to get lit up from the back asking him to turn.) I broke to my right towards the bunker fort with the flag figuring that I could come in behind them if they were waiting for me at our fort. John came up as I returned the flag. He and Aaron had gone straight to our fort but I couldn't tell what had happened when they went in. The shooting was still going on from the exchange which shot out the two guys I saw coming out. After waiting for a few seconds to push my lungs back down into my chest, I moved back to the left along the trails towards our fort. I saw two people moving in my dirrection, one started taking aim at me. I fired until I was hit. John and Aaron had won their battle and were deploying towards the sound they heard moving towards them. They saw that it was me, appoligized and picked up the flag, winning the game. Go big red! I think we played one more game after that.