You can't see me, I'm wearing camo.
On a normal day, you wouldn't catch me dead in camoflage, but today I ventured into the world of woodsball. A cultural experience to say the least. I didn't go full camo, just a shirt. It really didn't help much but what the hell, when in Rome...
My first woodsball experience has made me realize that I missed something by not starting small. Four years ago, I went straight from no paintball to dropping about a grand on all the acoutrements required for tournament style speedball. Had I worked my way up like most people...woodsball, recball, and then on to tournaments, I would have learned some of the fundamentals I am missing in my game. Namingly gun fighting skills (spare me the Napoleon Dynamite jokes). I never learned to snapshoot, or how to use the angles on my bunker or how to read a field. All very important things you learn from woodsball that carry over into speedball.
My gun skills are so weak that when I went to NCPA National finals 2 years ago, the question was raised was it necessary for a player to carry a paintball gun to participate in a game. Im a front player...Im not expected to shoot much, but the thought of being on a field without a gun seems a bit ridiculous. But Im considered "good" because I'm small and I can move. I can get to the 50 off the break and most people don't know Im there til they try to cross on to my side of the field. I usually shoot no more than a hopper of paint in any given game which is rather pathetic seeing my male counterparts blow through a case a game.
The funny thing is one of the FSU officers thinks Im a "good" player. They even tracked me down to play with them at a recent tournament because they needed "good" players. HAHA. Yeah, I didn't play but it was still flattering even though the compliment was undeserved.
I'm interested in seeing what they'll say when I actually play well.
Anyway...I feel safe in saying that I may be wearing camo more often in the future, but only to better my speedball performance. Ah the sacrifices we make for the things we love.
My first woodsball experience has made me realize that I missed something by not starting small. Four years ago, I went straight from no paintball to dropping about a grand on all the acoutrements required for tournament style speedball. Had I worked my way up like most people...woodsball, recball, and then on to tournaments, I would have learned some of the fundamentals I am missing in my game. Namingly gun fighting skills (spare me the Napoleon Dynamite jokes). I never learned to snapshoot, or how to use the angles on my bunker or how to read a field. All very important things you learn from woodsball that carry over into speedball.
My gun skills are so weak that when I went to NCPA National finals 2 years ago, the question was raised was it necessary for a player to carry a paintball gun to participate in a game. Im a front player...Im not expected to shoot much, but the thought of being on a field without a gun seems a bit ridiculous. But Im considered "good" because I'm small and I can move. I can get to the 50 off the break and most people don't know Im there til they try to cross on to my side of the field. I usually shoot no more than a hopper of paint in any given game which is rather pathetic seeing my male counterparts blow through a case a game.
The funny thing is one of the FSU officers thinks Im a "good" player. They even tracked me down to play with them at a recent tournament because they needed "good" players. HAHA. Yeah, I didn't play but it was still flattering even though the compliment was undeserved.
I'm interested in seeing what they'll say when I actually play well.
Anyway...I feel safe in saying that I may be wearing camo more often in the future, but only to better my speedball performance. Ah the sacrifices we make for the things we love.