AMBUSHERS AND ASSAULT TEAM...MOUNTAIN STYLE

Wanna come up and get shot in the arse a few hundred times? We got the place for that...and we'd love to chase ya down and make ya a-scared real bad. Bring yer own gun, paintballs and gear and head on out to the ranch, cause I got me a couple of kids and an old man I'd like to greet ya real good.
How's that sound...punk?

"You hear some Banjos Playin Lug?"
"No Gert, all I hear is the sound of yer stomach growling."
"Well, my gut always acts like that Lug when I'm gettin ready to go shoot
me some people."
"Yeah, Gert...I like it too cause it makes me laugh when they scream out
in pain and all.."
"Yeah Lug, and drillin' em fifty times just gives me a rush..."
"Yeah Get, a big rush...ya got anymore chew?"

With all that pink blood hanging off yer back Soldier, you better be getting in some practice if ya wanna play with the big dogs...and look at that...ya missed that tree stump by a mile pup...no wonder you're so already dead buddy...so already shot yer ship to shinola... ya 'piglet' you!
Get your plan together before you head out into the wilderness seeking your prey. Check your gear and your weapons cause getting caught with your pants down or your cache empty in this game could mean pain for you...
What are you lookin at, Punk...you want some of this...well, get in here and try to get some of this.
Following a hail of bullets coming from behind trees and out of thickets, this Soldier (Wendy) is hightailing it down the trail to find cover and sneak in from another direction...crawling on her belly like a reptile through think brush and berry bushes. Yeah, she was eliminated by the Ambushers eventually, but she got up nineteen times before she gave up the ghost.



Now take a good look at your enemy and decide if you have what it takes to defend the roof of the red barn.

They're coming after you, on their bellies or around a bend, doesn't make no nevermind to them...as long as they get you in range.

Get yourself in their 'range' and you'll be pushing up daisys soon enough, soldier. You wanna play with these soldiers...(Will and Wendy) you better pack a lunch.

You listening to me Soldier?










You don't wanna be the FNG in this battle for the red bard do ya...note this soldier (Carson)is bleeding good after walking into a snipers lair.
The old crutch buster with the white beard (Allen) just lays in wait like an Ambusher behind a tree or behind a log...it don't matter to him...all that matters is that you are eliminated before you get a squeeze off at him.



Following one manuever, it's time to reload and check the equipment for round two...different strategy, different denfense positions...different targets....
Now, these two ex military assault team guys (aka David and Will) can sneak up on a squirrel and drill it with the nut still in it's mouth, if they wanted to...and the other assault team (Savannah and Carson) will unload a lotta lead into your mug before you can whistle Dixie too...

You wanna come up and poke around the Backwoods of Oregon? Well, we'll be waitin' for ya with a real welcoming committee.

So ya gotta ask yourself one question. Did ya use the last bullet in that gun or not? and...

"Are ya feelin' lucky, punk? Well, are ya?"

"Go ahead, make my day!"