Name: Neo_Snake (Chris)
Age: 22
Sniper Rifle: Super 9 Bolt Action Sniper Rifle
I'll be the first one to admit, I'm not the best sniper out there. I often make some stupid mistakes, but that doesn't keep me from trying and practicing quite hard. I am of the opinion that all of life's problems are simply tests from which to learn from, airsoft is not different.
After having failed with the ghillie suit all summer, I spent a week straight modifying it and practicing alone in the field for hours on end. Stalking slowly, video taping movements for analysis, and of course target practicing with varying windage and distances. Finally I was ready. I, unfortunately, like to work alone. (Don't kill me for that one statement!) For the most part everyone else in the group wants quantity, not quality (such as is the sniper's ambition and purpose) But, during this mission I was fortunate to have a spotter. We found that there were two opposing teams who were fortunately against each other as well. That important factor played a critical role in our success.
We crested over the cliffs ridge at the signal of the game and ducked into nearby woods that provided a well concealed view of 90% of the field. Who would have thought that the 10% was that important. They did. Unknowingly one team moved beneath the cliff to a position directly east of our current location. The cliff was a few feet directly south of us. I heard team one's movements and alerted my spotter to take cover seconds before they came marching through a large overgrown field in front of us. We were just inside the forest as we watched the two targets move directly in front of us. I almost breathed a sigh of relief when one of them stopped and looked into the woods. Seconds later loud footsteps announced the arrival of the second team just a few inches south of us! I looked up slowly and saw the barrel of their guns. They had still not noticed us and thanks to the other team who began shooting at team two, they paid no attention to the small dip in the ground at their feet where we were motionless. 
I managed to move my rifle into position to take out one of the team members of team one, if and only if we were discovered. My Beretta was in my other hand for a desperate shot at the team directly above us. Sweat began mixing with my face paint and running into my eye. I fought desperately to remain completely still and focused. The sting of the face paint and sweat in my eyes was getting almost painful now as the bullets were flying directly over our head. "Irony," I remembered thinking. Just as I thought it would never end, team two behind us, headed over the cliffs edge and team one continued along the tree line until they were out of sight. 
As a sniper, my main concern is selecting an important target and the appropriate time and place to take the shot. I only have one shot. Once I've fired that one shot, the clanging of the spring alerts anyone near and then my spotter and I become seriously out gunned really quickly. Their semi- and fully automatic weapons are worthless to them if I can do my job right, but my weapon quickly becomes worthless if I can't.
We kept tabs on both teams for another hour as they battled against each other. Finally one team was eliminated and we began setting up. We had chosen a field above the cliff. There was a decent pathway that I knew they would follow. The grass was about knee high and a little thin. I realized that that would be the last place that I would expect someone to be. As a friend pointed out, sometimes the best place to hide is right out in the open. Hiding in the highest clump of grass or near the fallen tree in the field is just too obvious and are locations for sharpshooters not snipers. 
I put the finishing touches on my ghillie suit. It would have to be perfect for this location. The vegetation on the outskirts of the field had provided a perfect match. My spotter moved off to the far side of the field. There was no place for him. (he did not have a ghillie suit) He would pick them off if they reached the edge of the field, but other than that it was up to me. Twenty minutes later they came to the field. As I had predicted they followed the path. There was no way for me to take them both out when they were together, so I had to follow them until they separated. Now it was time for my hours and hours of practice to be put to the test. 
I crawled slowly behind them as they walked along the path. Their movement changed and they decided to head out into the field. I stopped and became completely still. Now I would know if the suit worked or not. Moments later, I saw a foot directly in front of my nose. They walked directly over the top of my position. I remember almost leaping for joy ("Tom Beringer, eat your heart out!" I remember thinking.) Finally they separated. I continued to follow them and finally placed myself about fifteen feet from the path that one was taking towards me. I got the scope lined up just to the right of them. (I had a previous problem with one of the group actually sensing me when I had the scope directly on him. Freaky I know, but I was not about to take that chance again this time.) Suddenly he did something that I should have anticipated. He walked directly in front of the sun. There was only a very faint shadowy outline of him overwhelmed by the glaring sun behind. I cussed silently at such a stupid error but lined up for the shot. 
Squeezing the trigger in one fluid motion, the shot bursted forth towards the target five yards away....OF ALL THE DUMB LUCK! You may not believe this, but a twig about 3 mm in width caused my shot to ricochet. It missed the target by a few inches, but enough. He began firing into the grass. I was not really worried until I heard his team mate move in directly above me. He was inches away from me shooting into the nearby grass. (For those first time snipers: Analyze your enemies shots. If they are looking directly at you then run, if not they are just trying to flush you out! One minute later and they will explain away their worries as wind rustling the grass and twigs.) 
Now, I would love to say that I made it out, but unfortunately I thought that one of them had spotted me and so I ran. (Forgive me, I'm still learning) Oh man, but it was worth it. You should have seen the look on the man's face directly next to me when I stood up. "OH MY GOD, THE GRASS IS RUNNING AWAY!" (not his exact words but more of what his face was implying) They both stood there for a moment and then a lucky shot ended what would have been a successful mission. 
It was quite interesting watching the group attacking odd clumps of vegetation for the remainder of the day. That's showing the straw who's boss! 
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