Yesterday we hunted dinosaurs! As I forgot to take any pictures at the time, I earlier sought to recreate some of the events of yesterday. There were three groups of blood-crazed hunters with scant respect for re-eradicating terrible lizards so long as they got a nice head to mount on the wall of the old family pile! We used the Saurian Safari rules, which took a bit of time, as I was rather rusty. Still, in the end we all had a good time! The action began with three Deinoychi appearing. Nathan’s hunters (Stig, Hastings, hale and Clarke) immediately shot them up, killing one, and the other two fled the table. Then a Terror Bird turned up and Blind Willie McTell (my character with the worst shooting skill and awareness) loosed a flurry of harmless shots at it from his Winchester Carbine. Sir William Charles Armitage-Shanks blew the poor bird into the grave with his .577″ Express.
The death of the over-sized avian attracted an adult Tyrannosaur, which bore down on my party with alarming speed. Blind Willie couldn’t see a thing, wondering what the growling was. Leaving him to delay the beast, the rest of my party backed off a bit in a show of thoroughly ungentlemanly good sense. George Quaterstrength and Sir William blasted away with their rifles, and Lord Deerstalker took a useless pop with his Paradox Rifle Shotgun. The dread beast, bloodied but unbowed, lumbered on! Was this the end for our band of idiots?Suddenly the crack of a ridiculosuly powerful gun rent the air, and the tyrant lizard sank to the ground. Niall’s Mr Tiggles had knocked the last of the fight out of the beast with his 20mm Dinosaur Gun.
Relieved, my party drew back a bit, reloaded and awaited the next onslaught. Soon it appeared. Two Nanotyranni, perhaps offspring of the slain giant, bounded toward my plucky little band. With military precision and profligacy of ammunition the hunters smashed the foolish children to bloody pulp.
Niall’s party (Messrs. Nibbles, Tibbles, Niggles and Tiggles) were now approached by a third Nanotyrannus. But they blasted him into so much goo in short order.
Nathan’s chaps had been rather left out of things, so we fudged it so that a dinosaur would come on where his chaps were, so he’d have something to shoot at. Niall nudged the table, so Nathan quipped that was a sign of something big coming. A brachiosaur was what appeared! Niall left at this point as he had things to attend to downstairs.
The model’s not of a brachiosaur, so keep your suspension of disbelief running. Anyway, towering above his party, one of his hunters failed to discern the giant herbivore. The others managed to see it and let loose with their full firepower. Then my party members fired what they could at the looming green monster. No dice. Alarmed by these pinpricks, it tore off to the right, smashing into a copse of trees.
We kept firing! We had to get that beast before it ran off the table. The damage started to add up. It screamed and tore off closer to escape!
Our firepower couldn’t take this brute down. Then for reasons inexplicable, it turned right round and raced back towards nathan’s party. Would it crush them beneath its cyclopean feet before we could stop it? Would the Stig be out for the count?
Nope, it changed its mind and tore off toward the board edge again. But our hunters were too proud to accept its cowardly good sense, and pumped our remaining rounds into the creature’s back, slaughtering it. Nathan’s final round ensured a prize specimen for the museum of his choice back in dear old Blighty!