EXERT FROM APPENDIX 1 from Don Featherstone's Battles With Model Soldiers
(The book that got me started.)

"Nothing in these pages is a dictate, no word says you must or you shall do it this way. On the contrary, the book sets out from the very beginning to stimulate the reader to think for himself, and to use what he has read merely as a foundation for efforts and ideas which reflect his own temperament and character. Only in this way will he obtain maximum satisfaction from the hobby of battling with model soldiers."

-Don Featherstone 1918 - 2013

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Hazards of Black Powder in the Garden

Last Sunday 2 friends came by to distract me and we took advantage of a warm day to game under the Willow tree. The first game as mentioned in the last post was a small Russian Civil War action. Les had also brought along his 10mm tricorne fellows, just in case. Since Jerry had to leave after several leisurely hours of coffee, conversation and cossacks and day light and energy remained to us, we reset the table, reseated our selves (I'm becoming very fond of sitting through a game! ) and broke out Back Powder.
Plenty of fluids  to hand on a warm afternoon and no where for extraneous 'stuff' to go but the advantages of 10mm troops for a sit down game are obvious despite my difficulty in distinguishing 1 unit from another not to mention the occasional error in facing.....

The afternoon was somewhat more advanced however and a faint breeze had sprung up, sending the foam stonewall and hedge that marked the objective, tumbling across the table to be replaced by an unceremonious hunk of gravel, a constant barrage of Willow leaves occasionally obscured the lines of fire and Mystery the misplaced kennel now woodshed cat who can go days without being seen, interrupted us long enough to insist  upon being fed early. Most memorable was the invasion of a ferocious alien beast bigger than a man (well bigger than a 10mm man) with a smaller green worm impaled on its fangs. This creature, which can be seen crawling over the bayonets of one of the .....well, the not-Austrian regiments under Les's command (there are names for these countries but I have not yet learned them by heart.) right behind the colours,  spent a considerable while dodging bullets and dice as it sought a quite place for dinner.

Stout hearted lads, they didn't flinch at all.
 

3 comments:

  1. When you said black powder I thought of my long gone youth when I used to plant bangers in the ground, light the fuse and stick Airfix Sherman tanks on top. Seeing blown off turrets cartwheeling through the air was one of the highlights of my childhood. Most spectacular was an Airfix HMS Victory I had won in a raffle years earlier. Being somewhat the worse for wear I filled it with fireworks and stuck it on top of a bonfire. It went bang.

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  2. The days when my airfix soldiers defended earthworks against fire crackers were in my mind when we played outside but the general consensus was in favour of chairs, a table and dice over crawling about in the dirt.

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  3. Nothing can be finer that a game played in the great outdoors, unless it is played outdoors on a terrace of one of Montreal's fine pubs. At least that is what my cribbage group believes.

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