Lard America gamers were out in force at this year's HMGS Fall In Wargaming Convention, held in Lancaster PA., 9-11 November. Located in the Vista Windows room at the venerable(?) Lancaster Host, 15 TOOFATLardies games were on the schedule. Among the offerings of TFL goodness was Chain of Command, I Ain't Been Shot Mum, Sharp Practice and What A Tanker!.
Race Across Carolina - The Final FuryThe fourth and final scenario for my AWI mini-campaign, "Race Across Carolina," was played on Saturday morning starting at 0900.
|Table Sign for RAC|
In the third installment, played at Historicon this past summer, the British had pushed the Americans out of the small town of Freemantle, N.C. and, to add insult to injury, a group of Hessian Jaegers commandeered an abandoned beer wagon and ensured it was safely spirited away to the main British camp.
However, in this scenario the British still had to deal with elements of the Maryland Continental Line, the remnants of the 3rd Continental Light Dragoons, and other supporting elements of the colonial forces.
|Morning Breaks over a peaceful North Carolina farm|
|Out for a morning stroll, but danger approaches.....|
|Where could those extra horses be?|
|The Black Watch Approaches|
|Wait, we found the Legion!|
|Deployment from the American Perspective|
|MD Continental Line crosses Little Hog Wallow Creek|
For the first time in this mini-campaign the American riflemen and Hessian Jaegers did not factor significantly into the outcome of the game. They deployed into the forests, but never really engaged. The heavy fighting fell to the infantry and dragoons of both sides.
|Not much happening here...|
The Marylanders and the 23rd Foot engaged in a firefight with the British taking casualties as the shock began to climb. Both sides held their ground. Meanwhile the Virginia State Line crossed the bridge and moved to the right rear of the Continentals - they would soon play an important role. While the British and Americans continued to slug it out, the British Legion scurried around the action and galloped into the stable, where fresh mounts were waiting.
|A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse! Whoops, wrong war.|
|Later that same day, as evening shadows fall, a charge seems appropriate|
|A solitary Colonial Officer crosses the bridge.|
|Race Across Carolina was brought to you by Lard America|