The huge warehouse was brightly lit. A hound was lying at the door. His dark eyes looked curiously at David Robbie and Murphy standing inside.
Walking slowly through the cabinet, David Murphy chooses a dozen shotguns and Murphy lies quietly behind him.
"I heard you''re very good at shooting, and you''ve hit a stag?" Murphy stopped, opened the cupboard in front of him, and took out a small caliber single barreled shotgun. "David, I''m a novice who hasn''t fired. Can I teach you some experience?"
"Is he good at shooting?" Marguerite took out a shotgun with a smaller caliber, and while examining it carefully, she exposed David Robbie''s background. "At the beginning, he shot indiscriminately. I grew up to see that he had shot hundreds of guns and hit the prey..."
She put up a hand, deliberately forced sigh, also shook her head, "five fingers can count over."
David Robbie was embarrassed, and Murphy and Kerry Mulligan laughed.
"Just you David Robbie first checked Murphy''s gun, then went to pick up Margaret''s gun, looked at it carefully, and asked Kerry Mulligan, "is this OK?"
Kerry Mulligan nodded. "That''s it!"
She took the shotgun and made a aiming pose at the place where no one was. After dinner last night, David Robbie taught some theoretical knowledge about gun use, but theory and practice are not the same thing at all. Kerry Mulligan''s posture is very awkward.
"Can you use a gun?" Marguerite next to her frowned.
Kerry Mulligan shook his head. "This is the first time I''ve ever touched a gun."
Margaret asked suspiciously, "don''t Americans go hunting a lot?"
In some hunting states in North America, teenage gun hunters are everywhere, and occasionally there are stories of kids hunting bears in the media.
"I''m not American..." Kerry Mulligan shrugged. "I''m British."
Seeing that Marguerite didn''t mean to choose a gun, she asked, "what about you? Aren''t you going with me? You don''t need a gun? "
"This thing has too much recoil. It hurts my shoulder." Marguerite turned to the door of the warehouse and patted the hound on the head. "I have Bob. He''s a top hound."
As if in response to Marguerite, the hound cooped.
David Robbie whispered, "my parents forbid Margaret to shoot before she is 15."
After all, the shotgun is also a gun. Margaret is just a child.
Pick up their own shotguns, and then take their own appropriate bullets, a few people out of the gun magazine, but did not immediately go hunting, David Robbie first took them to an open grassland in front of the farm, taught each of them to shoot a few shots, and once again stressed the safety issues and precautions.
It''s unrealistic to expect two people who have never touched a gun to become a gun master in a few hours. Murphy also knows that this kind of hunting focuses on experience and fun, rather than the number of prey.
After a whole morning of gun training and lunch, David Robbie drove to the hunting ground with a large displacement pickup truck.
the hunting ground is actually the pasture land of the farm, but the pasture has long been harvested, leaving only some grass roots shivering in the wind.
Australia is vast and sparsely populated, and many animals and plants maintain their original style. Due to the lack of large carnivores, there will always be an ecological crisis because there are too many animals. Except for a few animals, the restrictions on hunting activities in private territories are not particularly strict.
The car stopped at the side of a path. Murphy got out of the car, put on his arms and equipment, and went into the pasture. His thick leather boots rustled on the short grass roots.
Margaret is wearing a cowboy hat, leading the hound in the front; Murphy and David Robbie are carrying a backpack, holding a shotgun in their leather glove hands, and following step by step; Kerry Mulligan''s baseball cap completely covers her short golden hair, carrying a small caliber shotgun, and looking around excitedly.
However, the prey is not as easy to find as expected. After turning in the harvested pasture for more than half an hour, except for the two rabbits who ran fast, no other animals were seen at all. As for the legendary wild deer, there was no shadow.
"Bad luck today." Walking behind David Robbie, Marguerite took the kettle out of her backpack, opened it and took a drink. She pointed to the eucalyptus forest on her left, "a few days ago, a few deer often ran out of it and couldn''t get rid of them."
Kerry Mulligan took off his baseball cap and looked over at what Marguerite said. "Didn''t you say yesterday that there were wild deer on the farm?"
"That''s true!" Marguerite pushed the cowboy hat to the back, revealing her golden curly hair. "These deer are the animals we hate most. They eat a lot of crops every year!"
Regardless of the two girls murmuring, Murphy picked up the telescope around her neck and looked out into the woods.This vast field is hundreds of feet long. It is connected with a hill covered with trees in front. On the left side is a river more than 20 feet wide. At this time, except for a few haystacks and low grass roots, the end can be seen at a glance.
"In recent years, the population of wild deer near the beach in Australia has increased dramatically," David Robbie said to Murphy as he raised his telescope. "They often eat crops and threaten the ecological environment here."
"Look, you two Kerry Mulligan''s voice suddenly grew louder. He raised his left hand and pointed to the front. "Look over there!"
Bob, the hound, let out a low growl, and Marguerite hugged his head to comfort him.
Murphy turned his head and looked along Kerry Mulligan''s hand. Not far away from the sparse eucalyptus trees, a group of wild deer ran over, stopped there and began to eat grass. From time to time, a few bucks would look up and look around warily.
"Shh..." David Robbie made a silent gesture.
He took a light step, cat waist to go there first, Murphy followed, Kerry Mulligan and Marguerite walked at the end.
The field was empty, and even if the deer were not afraid of people, they could not be too close. After walking more than 50 feet, four people stopped and hid behind a tall cylindrical haystack, which had entered the range.
Murphy and David Robbie take down their shotguns and load them. They each occupy one side of the haystack and aim their guns there.
His right knee landed slowly, and his trunk bent into an arch. Murphy recalled what he had learned in the morning, and put on a fairly standard kneeling position to shoot. He quietly calculated the distance between the deer and his right index finger on the trigger.
There was a birdsong in the eucalyptus forest over there. More than a dozen deer looked up and looked around at the same time. Murphy''s fingers tightened slowly, and several withered grass fell from the haystack.
When one of them fell on his shoulder, Murphy pulled the trigger. The clear gunfire rang three times in a row. David Robbie on the other side and Kerry Mulligan on the right side also pulled the trigger. In a disorderly sound, the deer ran everywhere.
"Bob, come on!"
Marguerite patted the hound on the neck. After a long time, the hound finally barked and rushed to the deer.
Murphy stood up in the pungent smell of gunsmoke. She turned her head to look at Kerry Mulligan on one side. She put away her shotgun and rubbed her shoulder with one hand. It was obvious that she was hurt by the recoil as she had done in previous gun tests.
Seeing Murphy''s concern, Kerry Mulligan said with a smile, "it''s OK. I''ll be fine in a moment."
The sound of the hound barking from far to near, Bob ran back, Marguerite took out a piece of dried meat and threw it, "come on, we didn''t hit it."
It''s no surprise that three shots hit zero.
A few people around the haystack, ready to go to the Eucalyptus woods, Bob suddenly called, Murphy quickly took off the shotgun just on his back, right in front of him, a rabbit like a headless fly rushed to this side.
Maybe he was scared by the gunshot just now, or maybe there was something wrong with his eyes. It seemed that the hare didn''t find four people and a hound scattered on both sides of the haystack, and ran to Murphy regardless.
"Load it quickly!" Kerry Mulligan yelled.
The hare is less than 20 feet away from Murphy. Where can this fashion bullet come in time? Marguerite is holding Bob on the other side, but she hasn''t reflected yet. There is no bullet in David Robbie''s gun.
Even if there are bullets, with their shooting method and the speed of the hare running, ten shots may not be able to hit.
Murphy thought that the rabbit would turn. The hare is not a rabbit. No matter how brave he is, he should be afraid of talent.
But the rabbit didn''t mean to turn at all. It seemed that he was really frightened by the three shots and ran to him. For a moment, Murphy suddenly felt like a tree stump.
Wait for the hare The word came to mind, but Murphy was not slow.
Even if the rabbit was scared, he would not hit him directly. He changed the position of holding the gun as fast as he could. He grasped the barrel with both hands. A trace of heat came from the barrel through the leather gloves, and then his arms suddenly forced
At this moment, the shotgun was turned into a bat by Murphy. Just as the rabbit was about to run to him, Murphy saw the right time, seized the barrel and smashed it down. The thick and heavy walnut butt was smashed down by him with all his strength. With good luck, the butt was like a heavy mountain and hit the rabbit''s head heavily.
"Bang!"
The butt of the gun hit the hare first, then fell on the ground, making a dull noise.
"Wow..." Marguerite pushed down the brim of her cowboy hat and opened her mouth slightly. "Is that ok?"
"Yes! Hit it Kerry Mulligan cheered, jumped to Murphy to see the hare, just looked at it, and bent down. (to be continued). )