I am posting this at the urging of Myrkul
So this started with 5 guys from 3 different fields all from different teams that decided why not head up to Iowa and play the Nebraska State Championship. It’s was a few miles over the border..🤷🏻♂️ we never figured that one out!
It was
Sam “Goldie DA Pimp” Smock from Vapor Works/PB Trader
Clint Arndt from PB Trader
Galen Adams from Drop Zone paintball/ Dyslexic Dogs
Adam Thomsen
George Scott (me) from Tornado Alley Paintball
Dan Wilson our DD and guy who had a Mini Van
I think we decided to play the Thursday or Friday before and the tournament was Sunday. We all got people to cover for us at our fields/Stores and headed up Saturday at 4:00 pm. We Pick up Sam and Clint an hour away in Emporia Ks and run up to Lawrence to get Galen and the paint. We piled all 6 of us in a mini van with all our gear and way more Severe Hot Pink paint/Glue with glitter mixed in than we needed! That stuff was nasty and it stained!
We get 15 miles down the road and blow a tire! We proceeded to unload all said gear and paint on the side of an 8 lane highway to get to the spare and jack. We hustle over to Walmart by this time it’s like 6:30-7:00 and they are about to close. So we throw the tire on the counter and say Ya’ll got a case of that fix a flat. We proceeded to get that blank stare from the guy at the counter. We finally asked if they could do one more tire and they said that was up to the tire guy. So we bribed the tire guy with $20 and a promise we would put it back on the van! We had our tire mounted and balanced in 5 mins and we’re back on the road in 15 mins.
an hour or so goes by and we need to stop for gas. “I don’t recommend this part kiddies” we fill up with gas and everyone but Dan who is driving get some sort of adult beverage, mine was 44 oz cherry coke topped off with a fifth of the captain!
Another hour or so goes by “Longest trip ever” and we need to stop for a pee break, all there is are elevated highways through corn fields at this point. We all pile out and I start to do my business at which point I am very hammered and I feel a swift kick in the butt and proceeded to go flying/tumbling mid steam down the hill… I managed to finish peeing and get myself back up the hill and they talked me out of whooping Adams butt!
so another hour later we finally make it to the hotel it’s like 1:00 am. We take a few trips to the room to unload all our stuff. That 44oz drink went right through me so my drunk ass proceeded to pee all over a random shopping cart in the middle of the hotel parking lot! We make our last trip to the room and looked out the window to see where everyone was and see Adam running through the parking lot pushing the freshly peed on cart so I guess I got him back.
On the way up we talked about a team name because no one wanted to use their real team name and it came down to 2! So since it was the Nebraska State Championship it was either going to be the Porn Huskers or the Milf Hunters. We knew they wouldn’t let us use either but we had to try.
We were right next to the casino and when it’s 1:00 am and you have to be to the field at 7:30 what do you do? We go gamble and drink some more! I think Dan, Sam and I made it back to the room at 3:30. Galen, Clint and Adam show back up at 5:30!!! We all remarkablely managed to get up and make it to the field by 7:30!
We all stumble up to get checked in and they asked our team name. We all just looked at each other and Adam said Milf Hunters! So the young unknowing mom doing registration wrote it down and we just all quietly walked off.
15 mins later the guy running the tournament finds us to discuss our team name, we refuse to change it and they just proceed to smirk at us and just call us the Hunters all day.
it was a rough day but being all in our 20’s we managed to hold our own and made the finals! It was a rough finals and we dropped a game we shouldn’t have so it came down to for us to win it all another team had to lose their last match. Let’s just say we got lucky AF, a couple of there markers went down and the last guy ran out of paint and was picking balls off the ground and shooting them, that didn’t work out and he got shot out pretty quick and we secured the win.
Needless to say there was some very unhappy local Nebraska and Iowa teams who thought they were going to walk away with it all. Most of them had no idea who we were and I guess it made it even worse a bunch of hungover Kansas guys walked away with it.
so It came time to give out the trophies and so they get to us… They kept calling us the Hunters but we refused to accept anything until they called up by our registered name. So the guy running the tournament who probably had 10-15 moms with there 12-16 year old sons watched him turn bright red while he announced the MILF Hunters as the winners!
it was a rough but fun day, luckily for us Dan slept half the day in the van while we played because we all passed out on the ride home.
That was the first and last time we ever used the Milf Hunters name. Actually probably the last time we all ever played on a team together!
So this started with 5 guys from 3 different fields all from different teams that decided why not head up to Iowa and play the Nebraska State Championship. It’s was a few miles over the border..🤷🏻♂️ we never figured that one out!
It was
Sam “Goldie DA Pimp” Smock from Vapor Works/PB Trader
Clint Arndt from PB Trader
Galen Adams from Drop Zone paintball/ Dyslexic Dogs
Adam Thomsen
George Scott (me) from Tornado Alley Paintball
Dan Wilson our DD and guy who had a Mini Van
I think we decided to play the Thursday or Friday before and the tournament was Sunday. We all got people to cover for us at our fields/Stores and headed up Saturday at 4:00 pm. We Pick up Sam and Clint an hour away in Emporia Ks and run up to Lawrence to get Galen and the paint. We piled all 6 of us in a mini van with all our gear and way more Severe Hot Pink paint/Glue with glitter mixed in than we needed! That stuff was nasty and it stained!
We get 15 miles down the road and blow a tire! We proceeded to unload all said gear and paint on the side of an 8 lane highway to get to the spare and jack. We hustle over to Walmart by this time it’s like 6:30-7:00 and they are about to close. So we throw the tire on the counter and say Ya’ll got a case of that fix a flat. We proceeded to get that blank stare from the guy at the counter. We finally asked if they could do one more tire and they said that was up to the tire guy. So we bribed the tire guy with $20 and a promise we would put it back on the van! We had our tire mounted and balanced in 5 mins and we’re back on the road in 15 mins.
an hour or so goes by and we need to stop for gas. “I don’t recommend this part kiddies” we fill up with gas and everyone but Dan who is driving get some sort of adult beverage, mine was 44 oz cherry coke topped off with a fifth of the captain!
Another hour or so goes by “Longest trip ever” and we need to stop for a pee break, all there is are elevated highways through corn fields at this point. We all pile out and I start to do my business at which point I am very hammered and I feel a swift kick in the butt and proceeded to go flying/tumbling mid steam down the hill… I managed to finish peeing and get myself back up the hill and they talked me out of whooping Adams butt!
so another hour later we finally make it to the hotel it’s like 1:00 am. We take a few trips to the room to unload all our stuff. That 44oz drink went right through me so my drunk ass proceeded to pee all over a random shopping cart in the middle of the hotel parking lot! We make our last trip to the room and looked out the window to see where everyone was and see Adam running through the parking lot pushing the freshly peed on cart so I guess I got him back.
On the way up we talked about a team name because no one wanted to use their real team name and it came down to 2! So since it was the Nebraska State Championship it was either going to be the Porn Huskers or the Milf Hunters. We knew they wouldn’t let us use either but we had to try.
We were right next to the casino and when it’s 1:00 am and you have to be to the field at 7:30 what do you do? We go gamble and drink some more! I think Dan, Sam and I made it back to the room at 3:30. Galen, Clint and Adam show back up at 5:30!!! We all remarkablely managed to get up and make it to the field by 7:30!
We all stumble up to get checked in and they asked our team name. We all just looked at each other and Adam said Milf Hunters! So the young unknowing mom doing registration wrote it down and we just all quietly walked off.
15 mins later the guy running the tournament finds us to discuss our team name, we refuse to change it and they just proceed to smirk at us and just call us the Hunters all day.
it was a rough day but being all in our 20’s we managed to hold our own and made the finals! It was a rough finals and we dropped a game we shouldn’t have so it came down to for us to win it all another team had to lose their last match. Let’s just say we got lucky AF, a couple of there markers went down and the last guy ran out of paint and was picking balls off the ground and shooting them, that didn’t work out and he got shot out pretty quick and we secured the win.
Needless to say there was some very unhappy local Nebraska and Iowa teams who thought they were going to walk away with it all. Most of them had no idea who we were and I guess it made it even worse a bunch of hungover Kansas guys walked away with it.
so It came time to give out the trophies and so they get to us… They kept calling us the Hunters but we refused to accept anything until they called up by our registered name. So the guy running the tournament who probably had 10-15 moms with there 12-16 year old sons watched him turn bright red while he announced the MILF Hunters as the winners!
it was a rough but fun day, luckily for us Dan slept half the day in the van while we played because we all passed out on the ride home.
That was the first and last time we ever used the Milf Hunters name. Actually probably the last time we all ever played on a team together!
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