Sunday, a glorious weather day for paintball. Cloudy, cool, windy so I could layer on the sweatshirts to provide some protection from hits. Below, hundreds of us gather to be marched to various areas of the acreage where we wait for instructions to attack. I know, it's kind of goofy but if you enjoy running around in the woods shooting at people, it's great fun. I know too, you think I hang back and take pot shots, a follower but no, I am at the tip of the paintball spear. However, I am somewhat of a "wiper". I got hit square in the chest once, I turned to someone and asked how it looked, he said, "It appears to only be a flesh would." so I kept going, wiping away the smear.