Great Barn Find of Paintball?

[PBGunny]

Looking at them again this morning... I'm betting the location is near the ocean.
Looking closely, it reminded me of sample part teardown time after the 500 hour salt spray testing we would do for automotive components.
Things like the copper wiring, the rubber grips are pretty much trash and anything that wasn't plated is now iron oxide.
Real good examples of dissimilar metals from the galvanic corrosion charts is present.
I hope this is a lesson to someone: Never store your markers in a damp cave near the ocean.
Only place worse would be the storage locker on the Titanic.

[Impactfour]

I work on the water, you really can't understand how much saltwater chews through any and everything metal

[DocsMachine]

Briefly helped on a commercial fishing boat. Bronze, stainless, aluminum, oiled teak, fiberglass.... Saltwater and sun will eventually kill everything. It was a constant battle with battery terminal corrosion, rusty bolts, hatches corroding shut... we used a LOT of stainless fasteners, neverseize and a bunch of high-end RTV silicone that could glue Jello to an ice cube... and we'd still have to replace a lot of it the following year.

But the OP doesn't necessarily need to be near an ocean, just a humid rainforest area is bad enough.

Doc.

[Olsson]

Rainforests - don't get me started. I served a Tour of Duty in Liberia some 20 years ago. Temperatures were 100 degrees Farenheit daytime, and air humidity was 98-100%. Everything rusted, corroded, rotted and degraded at a pace you simply cannot imagine, if you haven't experienced it firsthand.

You couldn't keep paper outdoors, without it turning to mush. The clothes you were wearing grew mold and rotted - and you just simply couldn't dry them on a clothes line, since the air humidity just kept them wet. Oh, and all kinds of parasites would find your clothes, deposit their eggs there, with their larva burroughing into your flesh...

Our weapons corroded, electronics corroded and malfunctioned. Everything had to be stripped down into as small components as possible to be cleaned after every patrol of a week or two in the djungle, no matter if it was your weapon, your tactical vest, etc, etc.

Oh, and I haven't even begun to describe all the parasites, diseases, venomous animals and all the other generally bad stuff.

Ahhh, those were the days.

[Ecapnation]

Sitting out side and electric guns 20+ years old = doorstops.

The money is in the twister mech the rest sadly are husks ready to be parted for other guns survival

[DocsMachine]

Pretty sure I said that.

I used more words, though...

Doc.

[Drunkscriblerian]

OP's pic....damn, I have no words. Those guns are trash at this point, and that's a shame.

[recordgold]

Update. It seems this is a classic show of the owner just letting his collection rot instead of selling it. This location is about 30 miles from an Ocean in foreign country. It really really really makes me sad because I actually touched these markers and they got me back into the sport per say but knowing that NO one will ever shoot them and that they were in beautiful condition is beyond saddening. Side note these may have been left by U.S. Army members on the military base. It's like the only explanation i have.

[DocsMachine]

Car guys deal with that sort of thing all the time. You hear the story about a fellow that has an "old car" in the back yard or an unused garage, you go to check it out. Turns out to be something cool- '57 Chevy, an early Valiant, a late-'60s Mustang, whatever. Owner refuses to sell, says he'll "fix it up some day"... except he's 85 and his eyesight's failing.

Next thing you hear, the old man passes, the family has a scrapper come in and clean out all the "old junk" so the house can be sold.

Pretty much anyone that's ever been into fixing old cars, trucks or bikes has a similar story. First one I've heard of paintball guns, though...

Doc.

[Jaan]

I just got rid of my old daily driver a couple of years ago...a 1970 Cutlass S in gold. Rebuilt by me 350 Rocket, TH400 tranny, 12 bolt Chevy posi rear, air, power windows, center console, bucket seats....I got sick of fixing it to drive to work so I parked it and bought a brand new 3/4 ton truck with a 454 with the full intention of restoring that car "someday", then life too over and my health tanked. 30 years later I sold it to an engine mechanic who fell in love with it. It sucks but life is like that.

[Tarsun2]

yup, lol
i know a guy in upstate NY that has a 1950's chevy rotting away in the back yard. On the grass, uncovered, and just rotting away. it hasn't moved in the 15years that ive known the guy. people have offered to buy it but i hear the same thing every time; "nobody wants to pay me what its worth..."
Funny thing is, hes never talked about working on it. i get the feeling hes holding onto it like an investment. He also has a pretty cool pontiac sitting outside on cinder blocks. Also uncovered and on the grass, and has not been moved or started in the 15+ years... that one he says hes going to work on but he is constantly broke; so i dont see that happening.

[mercpb]

Old cars "stored" parked over dirt/grass pains me to see.

[Sheazer]

Love that Octane SFT, in orange to boot. Always wanted one of those.

[dragev]

This brings back some memories, especially the aced lcds. Those were king around when I started playing and raceguns were kind of infamous. I'd totally restore the twister, the rest aren't anything you can't easily find elsewhere without the head ache.

Shockers with their worn bargain bin anodizing, that's kinda neat to be honest. Remember that happening after a few months, let alone after 15+ years or whatever it's been.

The cocker in the first pic is an ANS GXe I believe, the frames were licensed raceframes.

Bottom blue angel lcd in the first pic is a warped sportz dark.

[DocsMachine]

Many years ago, a local outlaw group got together for a game on a guy's property, filled with junk and old vehicles. It was something like the outlaw guys asked the son, the son asked the dad, and the dad said okay- probably (I'm guessing) thinking it'd be just his son and a few friends.


We brought thirty. And, it was the grandfather that actually owned it.

We played for a good part of the day, in deep brush, part woods, and a ton of old trucks, cars, bulldozers, an old log cabin- that had an airplane in it for some reason!- and stacks of everything from pipes to logs to anchor chain. It was a lot of fun, if I'm honest, though surely a tad dangerous.

'Til one time we come out and there's two State Troopers out there, and the old man with steam coming out his ears.

He wanted us all arrested, and right now! We sere 'stealing his stuff', damaging everything, trespassing, etc. The guys that organized it explained what happened, and since we technically had permission, and no one had been seen actually pocketing anything (like a... bulldozer, maybe? ) the troopers told the old man they could get us to leave (which of course we did) but they would not be arresting anyone.

The old man was pissed that were were getting away with sealing all his good junk, and badly damaging what was left.

Keeping in mind there were 8" diameter trees growing up through some of the equipment, and in one case, a complete, still-on-its-packing-pallet, 6-cylinder turbocharged Cat diesel engine... that the plastic cover had long since disintegrated from, and you could see the turbocharger was half-full of water, and had been for many years.

I have no doubt the old man though it was all still valuable treasures, and would get it all running again, someday.

The upshot? A few years later, I was at the local scrap and recycling place, helping a buddy dump off an old truck body. Off to the side of the yard? Three small bulldozers dumped near the scrap pile, and... that Cat engine on it's pallet.

I told the guy "I bet I know where those came from!" Seems the old man passed away, and the family had the scrappers come in, junk everything (there was very little actually worth saving) knocked down the cabin, cleared the land, and put it up for sale.

But by golly, he'll get to it someday!

Doc.

[Classic105]

How about the nicest Classic RT on the planet, number 105 found on marketplace.

[Ecapnation]

One mag does not a wall of guns make.