It’s been 8 years since I broke out my PEC Master, it was hidden in my closet in a black attache case, just waiting patiently for me to come back. Since the fall of paintball popularity in Southern California I have seen so many Paintball shops close and now I have been asked to play a game after 8 years, so I opened up the case and did not like what I saw. A very sad, and unused, and unclean P.E.C. Master Marker.
I began to think about this. Since she has always treated me well on the paintball field, and she has been my marker since I started and even played Semi-Pro paintball leagues at my side (RIP Team Alpha 3). She deserves more from me, she deserves only the best of care, and she deserves my love.
The Master has always been a great gun and I decided to shop around for some new accessories for her.
I could not find much of anything, even craigslist and eBay had nothing for the P.E.C. Master or the Storm. So I am taking a stand and built this site so that maybe I can pull in old and new fans for the PEC Master guns.
Here I will make my stand firm and show the fans of the Master and Storm gun markers that there is still a life after company death.
I am hanging on to my Master…..it is a real paintball marker….and sure to go up in value…
Where can I find rebuild kit for my master at?
I have 50 PEC Masters and a few Storm guns. I ran a field in Michigan for 5 years and used Master’s exclusively. Thee are another 20 or so additional Masters in spare parts. At one time I had all 70 guns up and running. I will try to attach a few of the photos for they are all for sale.
Well, My goodness. I also had a Master Marker! I haven’t thought about that thing in a decade. I guarantee mine is sitting on the middle shelf of my bedroom closet at my parents house in central Georgia right now, right where I left it. That paint gun was freaking awesome! What a workhorse! The coolest thing about it…. nobody had one! NOBODY! It was the only paintball gun I ever owned. Hell, it was the only one I ever needed to own! In a world where everyone I knew wanted a new Spider but played with a Tippmann 98… I was completely content and wore that bunch of cry babies out with that Master Marker every Sunday afternoon like it was my job! That thing was like the AK47 of paintball guns. It even made a distinct metal “clang” unlike any other gun that made folks think twice before darting out from behind their cover for a better position. Man, you could drop that thing in the mud, throw it out of a tree, step on it, use it as a shield, a shovel, a hammer AND STILL pop up and purple polka dot your best buddy’s ass before he could raise his hands and yell, “I’m hit! I’m hit! GOSH DAMN IT! I SAID I’M HIT! AHHH! JESUS CHRIST! OUCH! WHAT THE…AHHH! I’M HIT! FOR F%$K SAKE! I’M HIT! STOP SHOOTING ME YOU ASSHOLE!”…. (LoL)
When I say it was rugged…. The spot where myself and roughly 2 dozen other guys played wasn’t owned and operated by some local Mini-Golf and Go Cart track mogul. There were no JT Paintball Banners on the fences, no concession stands, trophies or even so much as a first aid kit (which we could’ve totally used)… There were no team jerseys… or teams for that matter. Nor did we play on AstoTurf fields strategically scattered with plastic drain pipes and inflatable bouncy houses. Our field was 10 acres of old growth hardwoods in the middle of a cow pasture in a cental Georgia creek bed just south of the geographic center of the middle of freakin’ nowhere. We all wore full camo. I wore a 3D leaf suit. In the summertime it was hot and humid as hell. The mosquitos looked prehistoric and the snakes would chase you. Completly lacking in rules officials, unfair play was really never an issue. That 10 acre tract was surrounded by an old rusty barbed wire fence. If you wanted to know who tried to slip out of bounds during the match… At the end, just look for the guy standing there with holes in his pants trying to remember how long it had been since his last Tetanus shot…. “CHEATER!”
Did I mention how hot and humid it was?
And in the Winter time we had to play paintball in the snow… up hill… Both ways! LoL, just kidding.
Anyway, man thank you so much for doing this website. You dedicated the whole thing to a 15 year old obscure paintball gun, but you have helped me bring back alot of forgotten memories that are so much more important than the equipment we used.
Thanks Again,
Ric
Ric Southerland
Savannah, GA
ri******@ya***.com