Today started badly. The (forward wired) battery wire in my main M4 had been pushed back into the body of the rif under the gearbox and stopped the mag from locating when I tried to chrono. Since I was in a rush, I went to grab my spare M4, only to find the motor spinning away in the grip and not engaging at all. A bit of thinking sorted the wire out in rif number one, as looking at gnu two, I could see where it is supposed to run. Extremely simple two second fix but being late and flustered did not help.
The rest of the day went fine. Good gameplay and lots of sneaking through the undergrowth bumping the other team and seeing who was fastest on the trigger, usually them tbh, as I misidentified a couple of people as friendlies! A team mate actually stand on me, much to his surprise, as I was sneaking up on a group of players, so at least my camo and fieldcraft must have been on point.
No complicated storylines as ‘rona limits the group carrying etc, but I thoroughly enjoyed the gameplay despite some people moaning about non-hit taking. Marshals coped with the situation really well and had the correct words with a couple of lads. Lots of running, leaping and shouting followed.
Several girls played today, which is nice to see. Cold sausages and salad for lunch since I am following the AFUK low carb diet… drank six litres of water in field. Seriously, I wonder how anyone gets by with a ’56 pattern bottle and bugger all else hydration wise.
The site tech shimmed the motor on gnu two for nix as he is a diamond of a chap.
I kind of wish that I’d made the effort to take a themed loadout, since a few people had done so, but my standard skirmish rig is pretty tried and tested and has evolved through the years.
Went home drenched in sweat with two working guns, a big grin and a strong desire for a G&T. Good day out.