Colonial Rangers for the French and Indian War, 28mm

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Well, June's gone along so fast that now it's the middle of July. After the big move in May, work has picked up and the summer heat has arrived, making it difficult to get the motivation the paint and ensuring that my paints dry out almost instantly, even on my wet palette.

That, combined with the recent distraction of getting back into Vietnam War collecting and reenacting, has made progress very slow. Gaming, however, has continued, and before long I'll start posting the narrative battle reports from our FIW campaign here. We're still in the thick of it, so I can't say too much.

With that said, this week's completed project is this batch of rangers from Brigade Games, gifted to me by my opponent in the campaign and painted for his use. I've always liked the look and lore around the rangers, even if their exploits are probably greatly exaggerated.

I believe this is three figures from the command pack and then one whole pack of rangers.

Like the colonists and Canadian militia from Brigade Games I've painted, I think these are nice sculpts. They're not as characterful as some of the FIW sculpts by Conquest, but they look good. A little more repetition in these ranger sculpts than some of the others, but nothing too egregious.

The biggest complaint is that the muskets, while they look very nice, are very thin and prone to bending. I think this might be in part because they're very flat and don't have the same structure that the Conquest ones have.


Some closer shots so you can appreciate the detail. I gave these guys some bead work and decoration on their equipment, but not as much as some of the French or natives. 

These figures have already hit the table in the campaign, but I'll leave their combat performance a mystery for now. You'll have to check back later.

Next on the to-do list: more terrain, a few more marines, some characters... and some French line infantry.

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