The 2008 season rages on with each and every battle. On July 5th and 6th we had the battle of Hubbardton.
With every event I go to, my love for this hobby grows stronger and stronger. We did this event last year, and I think that it's becoming one of my favorite places to play. With scenes like these, how could it not be?
The Saturday morning skirmish was something no one expected. We were simply standing around smoking and joking …
I was even thinking about giving peace a chance …
When those darn red coats decided it would be a good idea to attack.
We were alerted to the danger by Lori, and as always Janie was the first to react.
Kolby waited in the rear, ready and willing to fight …
He'll make a fine soldier one day for sure!
The good thing about the morning skirmish is that we didn't have to drill. That way we could get back to what we enjoy, well a lot more then drilling anyway, sitting around hanging out with friends
We could safely do this because we had a great look out watching over us …
Thanks again son, you make a father proud.
Like all things military, the battle started off with a good old game of hurry up and wait …
And then some more hurry up and wait …
And then, yep you guessed it, even more hurry up and wait …
In all honesty, this battle almost didn't happen on account of a bear, something about a picnic basket …
Okay it may have been more like …
But since no one was able to get a picture, we’ll just say it was this …
But, either way, our great leaders scared it away …
Meanwhile Janie was the smartest one on the field and she took a little break.
And then finally with Yogi out of the picture the battle of Hubbardton, Day One, was on.
It's hard to say who wins or loses in these battles because no matter how much planning and prep work goes into them, it seems that once the battle starts, it takes on a mind of its own. Saturday's battle was no different and while it took a while to get going, once it did, it was great. We came over the hill to a wall of red coats, not a single one of us let our fear get the better of us. We stood hard for the cause, and as we started down the hill, I got the true feeling of what the revolution must have been like (when we were winning anyway). We swooped down the hill full steam ahead (I heard later that the red coats were supposed to win that day, but no one told us that, or we just chose not to let them.) We charged right at them …
Leaving a trail of red as we went …
Finally we proved to be too much for them, and they had no choice but to call it a day, and our commanders collected their surrendered sword.
We had a lot of fun playing that Saturday and I tip my hat to all the Brits, Colonials, and Hubbardton VT crew who made it happen. Blame it on my uncle, a photographer out in California, because he's the one that taught me to always get a picture of the guy taking the pictures.
I can’t say enough about how much fun this battle was. However, even though I didn't realize it at the time, I think another reason we had so much success, has a lot to do with a little outside helping hand.
Thanks again son ...
Be sure to come back and see what happened on Sunday in what I like to call revenge of the Brits!
Very respectful,
Kris
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