I IZ REDDEY!! MASSIIVVEE!!!!

Yes everyone we are still an ongoing concern. In fact, heres an action report of the DoG day out two weeks ago which the DolphiNs participated in.. Bit the dust indeed....

the following account may be skewed by alcohol induced fuzziness [I won't bother spell checking it then =) -Arnie] and has its tongue lodged firmly in its cheek. Except the bit about the swede...

=====Dateline: Saturday March 10th, RAF Sopley, Dorset======

===============The Boys are Back!==================

After an extended leave of abscence from sopley, The DolphiNs rolled in on a sunny March morning, Ready to reclaim the honour of the Team, which we had carelessly left down the side of one of the mess room sofas monthes previously

The Make up of the team had changed considerably since a year ago, With the semi retirement of some DolphiNs. Other DolphiNs had left for pastures new including the formation of the new hardcore team: Sector 7G!

Undettered, the remaining DolphiNs had reorganised themselves into an elite eating team.. I mean Elite Airsoft Team.. No not the "Elite" airsoft team, thats run by Tom Andrews! er. We got some new members and bought some new guns.

As such we were missing, Cub, our sniper supremo, Pedro our Pointman CQB squad leader, Mikkk our resident armourer and the infamous DolphiN#K(Atlas) Shouty bloke officer type par excellence.

So Who did we have replacing them?

Upgrading from "GoldfisH" Status to Full battle bloodied DolphiN today was Matt from the Isle of Wight. Or "Garack..Elim Garack" to his friends. Elim had brought along a Micro Uzi and a Desert Eagle called Carrie. From this we surmised that he wanted Pedros Job. The inane cackling and swearing also hinted to that.

Drew (DolphiN#19) the moving man mountain had been holding the DolphiNs together for the past few months marshalling his forces and cracking his whip at his Bank balance. Although he hasn't got a "Big Green mean machine" like Mikkk, His Turbo Charged Diesel Fiat was also Green and filled with goodies. I guess this made him a replacement for Mikkk!

Arnie (DolphiN#22) of Arnies Airsoft webpage fame, was also on the case. With his new Remington wingmaster and no less then 30 shot shells filled with BB buckshot! took secondary point, filling what used to be Paris's Position

Matt (DolphiN#21) A recent convert to airsoft took up the position of Rifleman, He would be covering Arnies arse. Although hopefully he wouldn't stand too close or tongues would wag!

Mike (DolphiN#20) A veteran of many Airsoft and non airsoft adventures, including surviving Beruit in the summer time! had just tweaked up a PDI Socom Ruger sniper Rifle accompanying the PDI was Mikes AK74.. Yep 74! no need for some piece of hardwearing hard working metal from the 60's Mike has the 90's modern deal. He would be sniping and Rifel manning as required.

Finally DolphiN#1 made up the Arse end of the DolphiN squad! Yes El Depressado himself! After an enforced "holiday" numero Uno was back and waving airsoft equipment in random directions. as per usual. He would try and do the shouty stuff, as long as he didn't start rambling and spewing his usual crap it would be alright!

***The DolphiNs were back! ***

The saturady had been booked out by the DoG team. Those Airsoft Veterans had been in hanging out during the long winter nights, polishing their pikes and cleaning out their muskets while sealing their knots. However automatic weaponary has a tendency to shout "WAAAR!!! WAR!! WAR!!" at its owners if it is not taken out at least once every six months. seeing as the DoG team have more automatic weaponary then most Airsoft retailers. hey had decieded it was time to get out their and GET SOME! although I think DoG#2(Simon) would put it slightly more eloquently.

As Such HOWGE, as Ms Cox of R1 fame would put it, numbers of DoG's turned up! Several PuppieS Graduated to full Standing DoG status. Even the elusive DT turned up! Fres from Lndon he dragged along several other London DoGs, including AC an one of her Fencing Pals, Ming, hopefully not too merciless! the Ever present Nigel Mayll popped along as well as Flinn and Stuart, TMP's ready and waiting. And of Course. Mr Steve Long! DoG#1! was also accounted for!

***A titanic clash indeed!

Of course with the DolphiNs outnumbered two to one, it might have been a real tuna net experiance! On hand however were the "Northerners"!! A team that the DolphiNs had met over two years ago at Op:BroadSword! it was nice to see the lads from Cumbria, Including Declan, The bloke who everyone put in charge, Pontus. the Swedish one. and Lorraine!

The day was one of the most high paced, fastest and fairest days that Airsoft had ever seen! Fun and plastic flew in all directions! in actual fact it was found that the DoGs, DolphiNs and Northerners were too good! For the Normal Sopley Rules anyway! after a quick Brain storming Session involving windows, Deorbiting Mir trajectories, Kappa over pi times 0.314, The moon moving into aquarius and what hair colour Gillian anderson actually has. Play resumed and smiles abounded.

The Pistol game was one of the fastest ever seen, everyone was killed after approximately 7.2 seconds from the horn going off! In the process most of the DoG teams' Pistols blew up, fell apart or just wouldn't work! humourously Most of the hand cannons belonged to DoG#1! who was conspicuous by his abscence! The DolphiNs and Northerners on the other hand went into that game fieldiong at least two pistols each. Jon Woo stylee!

The El presidente Embassy assult was slightly reversed! When the DolphiN/Northerner Team stormed out of the building and proved the best form of attack. The President was armed with a John Brown Revolver rig!

All in all an absoloutly awesome day. Before night drew in everyone was itching to come back for another day of fun and games.

As we packed up, There was one person who was till bouncing round in a slightly elated mood, A slightly demented, elated mood. Pontus.

****Unforgiven****

Pontus had his Glock 18 blasting away during the pistol game and was able to take out 5 members of the DoG team in less the 3 seconds! So he was a little bit bemused when the return game was cancelled due to technical difficulties!

So DolphiN#1 and DolphiN#18 gave him the unforgiven...

Sundown, the twilight drawing in, directly outside the killing house. Tumbleweed blew across the main street. two protagonists stood a good 30 paces from each other, breathing ragged, gazes hidden. arms poised to rip their pistols from their holsters. A womans hand draws her scarf from her neck and proffers it to the night sky, Her hand releases it. The scarf flutters to the ground, carried forward by the night breeze. The scarf grazes the ground. Ablur of action occurs, Both protagonists draw their pistols from their holsters at high speed, gutteral yells spit from lips, They run at each other. Their pistols spit plastic, a Stacatto rhythm like thunder mixing with the roaring yells... Until Pontus's' Glock 18C jammed! DolphiN#1 continued to run and fire. Pontus looked at his Glock 18, looked at the large DolphiN bearing down on him at high speed, screaming and firing at him, turns around and runs!

Now DolphiN#1 is not exactly the best skirmisher in the world. His skirmish style is more like that of a blue whale, slow and ponderous, then that of a Dolphin, However whales like elephants look fairly menacing when they build up a head of steam and make loud noises.

The rest of the crew from cumbria were now doubled over with laughter crying with humour as the DolphiN ran after the Swede popping caps in his ass...

hee hee!

Great Day, Cant wait to do it again.

DolphiN*1