The Man With No Shame!

 Wednesday 25th April.

                                      This weeks game saw Dave O'Brien and myself head out to Bill's shack in sunny Bellesquarry to indulge in an evening of Muskets and Tomahawks.Joining us for the evening was our Donald the world famous skulker who decided tonight to become even more devious and odious.Mothers and children beware.

The set up.

                                 

Innocent civilians just minding their own business.

                             

Can't get enough boats

On arrival we had found that Bill had set up yet another excellent scenic board for us to partake in one of my favourite set of rules and periods-The French Indian Wars.The sides were randomly chosen and I took the part of the Indians who were the French allies.Donald took the part of the French irregulars and he played them to the full-dirty and devious,doing anything to gain himself victory.Dave took command of the local militia and civilians whereas Bill played the part of the British irregulars who intended to come on and win the day.
                               

The not-so mighty militia.

                       

Soon to be involved in a fire sale.

Hail to the Redskins

The shifty French.

So the scene was set for an evening of skullduggery and genuine backstabbing from both sides.The French plan was to come on and lay waste to the village with their Indian(Donald says I'm not aloud to call them Redskins)allies attacking from the other side hoping to draw the reinforcements away.

Crossing the river with confidence.

                                     

Ladies looking a bit warm.

           

Ready for the French.

At last.

My Indians slowly made their way out from the cover of the forest and crossed the river only to be fired on from the blockhouse dominating the approaches to the village.First blood to the defenders!The majority of my lads decided that discretion was the better part of valour and decided to head for some cover.My leader who had a distinct resemblance to that great car maker Pontiac kept the other Indian unit moving forward hoping to engage the palefaces without coming to any grief himself as I had been given a sideplot card that informed me that I had to keep him alive and that I intended to do.
                                           

"Wanna buy a car?"

                   

The not-so gallant French.

"Here we go,Here we go,Here we go."

Donald had under his wing Canadian militia and the fancily named Coureurs Des Bois(The Wood Runners) and they arrived on to the field very slowly and cautiously as is Donald's norm.Charging on is not Donald's first choice of movement.He lets his subordinates do that,get wasted and he grabs all the glory.

Redskins getting ready for their fight song.

                                 

Blurred Brits

Redskin landing party.

               Bill's reinforcements as usual took their fine time to come on due to the vagaries of the rules therefore Dave's militia and civilians were hanging on by their finger nails.

Donald burning and looting.

And shooting these innocent women and children in the back.

                                 

And laughing all the way.

          They finally arrived in the shape of British light infantry faced with the quandary of chasing of my Indians or facing Donald's French Canadians.Easy choice as Bill thought that my Indians were the greatest treat.Maybes Aye Maybes No but my intention was to shoot and scoot and and pick of the Brits and disappear which they did to the best of their ability.
                               

My men hiding behind a cotton ball.

                   Donald finally arrived at the edge of town and proceeded to burn anything nearby to which he did with great aplomb.He then,being the great backstabber he is,asked if he could shoot the fleeing women and children in the back to which it was stated he could so with great delight began to mow down the fleeing civilians which even his allies tutted in disgust.He was actually foaming at the mouth.
                           

And so Donald continues his evil ways.

                     

The second landing party.

Civilians heading for the boats.

A day late and a halfpenny short.

To add insult to injury we drew a lucky random card stating that we could bring on a war canoe filled to the brim with bloodthirsty redskins and I don't mean the gallant lads from FedEx Field.They headed towards the town with blood on their mind.It was looking bad for the British especially as Bill's reinforcements were in a quandary about which threat to face.His second set of reinforcements arrived at the same point as the first lot which just helped and added to Donald's blood lust.
                                 

Hunt the scalp.

Down to the last man.

An intelligent man -hiding the rum.

        Dave's civilians were fleeing towards the wharf hoping for a boat to safety with his militia fighting a losing rearguard scrap with Donald's ever approaching French who were willy nilly setting fire to every property they came across.
                                                 

The Rangers-a tad late.

Temporary relief  came in the form of some Rangers coming on to the field in Donald's rear who proceeded to whittle down Donald'd babykillers but it seemed it was too little too late as another random event card saw the introduction of another canoe load of scalp hunting redskins heading straight towards the fleeing civilians.Donald started to drool at the mouth sensing complete victory as in the death throes of the game he annihilated one of Bill's units of reinforcements whilst pushing the Rangers back towards the edge of the table.
               

The new Indian reservation.

                                     Meanwhile my newly arrived Indians  leapt on to the bank of the river and immediately waded into the the defenceless civilians-on Donald's orders of course.The game end arrived with my Indians ensconced in the safety of the woods and most of the village burning.

The non arriving reinforcements.

                               

Says it all.

     A great game played in the usual skulking manner of Donald with the defenders severely depleted and Donald looking for his Legion De honor-C'est La Guerre!

                                          Many thanks to Bill for putting on a great game and also to his lovely wife Helena for once again thinking we all need a good feed and putting on a great feast.
                                          All the scenery,scenario and most of the figs were provided from Bill's vast collection with Dave and Colin Jack providing the remainder even although was away on family duties.
                                 My apologies for the s**t photos as I had to use my mobile phone due to leaving my camera at home.
                                              See You When I See You.