Most of the time in the MA I feel the same way but then, once in a blue moon it happens again.
I was in Filths' bomber mission Saturday night. In a latter sortie, some of us took 109g10s for escort and a surprising thing happened.
Out over the water I find a couple of Rooks and there is only one other friendly around, one of the Rooks is in a 109, another g10 as it turned out.
It started slowly as I tested him out. I had E on him but had no idea if I was meeting a noob or an old pro. The friendly and the his Rook opponent soon disappeared leaving only the two of us locked in our dance. It seemed like we fought for an hour but I never ran out of wep so 5 minutes is probably a more reasonable mark. Neither one of us could get a guns solution and as we pushed hard, we traded advantage over and over again with long curving climbs and numerous vertical engagements. Both of us knew better then to waste ammunition, you didn't see the usual spray of tracers from the desperate noobs, this guy was being patient and mistakes were going to be costly. As the fight kept on, I was grinning around clenched teeth and thinking how it was the best one v one I'd had in the MA for at least a year. I knew no mater how it ended, this was a fight that would be hard to match anytime soon.
In the end, another Rook came in and popped me. It was a shame to because I'd made a mistake that had my opponent closing and possibly able to finally get a guns solution if I couldn't put some distance between us.
Afterward I tuned channel 200 and exchanged thanks with the other 109 pilot, a gentleman named chris something I think, sorry I can't remember his whole ID but I'm bad with that type of thing. It was a great fight fought by a gentleman, not one of these kids you hear about so much.
Well done chris, and Thanks again if you're out there.