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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Videos: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message Icon:                             Message: Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by wlogwihlas[/i] [br] I have been asked to write an account of happenings at this years Lake George Tactical. Please understand that I write from the native point of view. I run with Roger Longtoes group. I believe that the Rangers have written their own account, so for further information on this great event, I suggest that you go to their site. Enjoy! The first few days of the lake were quite. The first day was inactive. One of the natives had a dream that I would be shot by a modern bow hunter. So instead of trekking we went swimming, sang songs, and told stories of the old. This is a great example of what we would have done historically. Dreams would have played a very important role in our lives. On Monday we decided to see what the rangers were doing. We canoed to shore and started humping it towards Rangers Bay. We spread out as we neared the bay, hoping to surprise any rangers who might be there. I was walking point with Robert, when suddenly he ducked down, and pointed out a ranger standing at the edge of the water. The ranger (Jay) started walking our way; Robert attempted a shot, but misfired, my gun did not. Jay looked surprised and took the hit. Seconds later another shot was fired and Private Chauncey was killed. We spread out, hoping that there might be more rangers, but found none. Suddenly, Jay and Chauncey started walking away. We called for them to stay until we had secured the area, but they ignored us. Customarily the dead will hang around for a few minutes, but these dead chose not to. Happy with our kills we left the area and returned to our canoes, and then our camp. Monday night was beautiful. The water was flat and the moon was out. The perfect night for a canoe ride. We packed our gear, and canoed south, hoping to meet up with General Soule. The night was filled with a electricity that can only be experienced on the lake. While canoeing we sang songs, fired our guns, yelled threats, and lived up to our savage reputations in any way possible. Longtoe hoped the noise would draw some rangers out for a little night action. We met Soule at Fork island, and decided to stay their for the night. Now for those who don’t know much about the French, they just naturally attract the worse of characters, mainly the Rogers Rangers. Longtoe decided to use the French to his advantage and set up an ambush. He hoped the Rangers would decide to pay Soule a midnight visit, if they did they would hopefully enter our camp and trap. We spread out our bedrolls in the least likely spot, and waited. I was “sleeping” on the edge of a ravine, the closest to the hooters. Sure enough, after about 45 minutes the Rangers came. I was laying in my bed roll, trying to fain sleep, when I heard crackling directly in front of me. I alerted Longtoe, and then yelled, “Password?”. No reply was given. Longtoe, Mike, Dan and I spread out and started down into the ravine. Longtoe and his brother Mike took center, while Dan and I took the sides. We neared the hooter, Mike opened the door, while Longtoe prepared to capture anyone inside. It was empty. I circled around the hooter, while Longtoe and his brother continued forward. Suddenly Longtoe took the butt of his gun and nudged what appeared to be a stump. When the object stirred he said, “don’t move”. Suddenly off to his right something came up ramming right into the muzzle of his gun and breaking his ramrod. Then the thing hit him in the shoulder and a feminine voice yelled; “I just stabbed you”. Longtoe yelled, “son-of-a-b***h,” and jumped back. Mike, seeing his brother get stabbed, elevated and fired his gun, effectively ending Chauncey’s life, for the second time that day. Within seconds the two rangers, Wade and Chauncey, were surrounded in a hollow square. Once again they tried to depart quickly, saying that they did not want to disturb our sleep. This time it was not happening. Wade had a bounty on his head, and we were determined to collect. Longtoe sent Dan ahead [/quote]    Upload an Image File From Your PC For Insertion in Your Post    -  HTML is OFF | Forum Code is ON   Check here to include your profile signature.