Well, its been an interesting day.

we got to play cowboys and indians.

FOR REAL.

The horseman and his buddies came back, dressed in buckskins and wearing feathers. they found a way across the river and charged. ballsy, but stupid. Matt (as always) was on the barricade and hit the sonalerts to warn the rest of us. He was already dropping rounds around them with the M-60 when we hit the ladders. The horsemen were at least 1500 yards out and Matt was dropping rounds all around them. "the kid is good." i thought to myself. Jay was already firing sinlge rounds from my 45-70 and he kocked the horse right out from under one of them. He went flying over the horses' head and smashed his noggin. the rest kept charging. Matt hammered one in the chest and he went flying. three to go. they were close enough now me, Jay and Jed engaged with our FPWs. three hundred rounds at 1200 RPM shredded the remaining three like a blender set on frappe. What possesed them i'll never know. Matt and Jay cleaned up the mess. we had to shoot all the horses, thier injuries were too severe. I would have loved to have kept one but it was not to be. ugly day overall. not even nice weather can aleviate the sadness of pointless wanton slaughter.