I was playing a 2 vs 2 game this weekend just to have a little fun. Here in Canada its snowy and cold as it is every winter. This is just a quick summary of how that went.
My teammate and I started out along a path and hunkered down in an area that we judged to be a likely crossing point for the enemy team. We didn't want to move much because the crunching of snow under our boots was a little to loud for comfort. We waited, and waited, and waited until it reached the point that we were just sitting up against trees concealed. Both of us were getting cold and bored so we decided to change tactics. We got up out of the trees and started down the path quickly and aggressively hoping to run into the enemy team and get into a good engagement. The whole time I was dealing with awful fog issues from the new goggles I was testing. We quickly found what we were looking for as a burst of bb's came towards us from the left. I couldn't see much so I simply went prone and returned fire on the group of trees the bb's were coming from. Meanwhile, my teammate who could see, moved around a little while firing and took out the player who fired at us. We weren't sure where the other one was so we remained for awhile watching for movement but since we didn't see anything we decided to retreat back to our original location.
At this point we were cold and tired of holding cold metal airsoft guns. So we decided to make an even more aggressive attempt at engaging the other team. We charged into the trees in the direction they were. Every five to ten meters we would stop and let out a burst of fire to the front, left, and right, then move up. We repeated this process, knocking the snow off the tress with a hail of bb's every time we couldn't see what was behind them. Until suddenly my teammate yelled and the next thing I knew I was on the ground behind a log with hundreds of bb's hissing over my head and a hit teammate. I tried to return fire but was soon also hit in the ear (that hurt a lot). So with that, the game was concluded at the business end of a Classic Army M249. Turns out the trees I blasted at not five seconds earlier had more than just more trees behind them.
