Paintball Jungle

Now I know what paintballing is all about!

I'm still sore. There are at least 3 big, perfectly round, red welts at random locations on my body. One has started to bruise already. Battle scars! I knew it was going to be fun, but I had no idea. It was thrilling! There were a bunch of strangers with guns, turned against each other in the middle of a huge Eucalyptus forest. The fear of being shot was nothing compared to the thrill of the hunt. I can't wait until I'm really good at it.

Even though almost as soon as one game ended another began, I still couldn't get enough. The only thing I didn't like was how limited my vision was by that smelly mask. The pungent boy odor on my unwashed and well used protective gear didn't bug me as much as having to stop for a de-fog. And lunch break was way too long.

I also learned that those gross looking welts don't hurt as bad as they look, and to believe my son when he says shots to the head are no big deal. I got a nice loud pink one early on. It's the shots to the fingers that kill.