Hollywood Road

In the huge warehouse, the lights were brightly lit, a hound was lying at the door, and those black eyes looked curiously at the four of David Robbie and Murphy inside the station.

A dozen well-maintained shotguns lay quietly in the oak cabinet. Murphy and Carey Mulligan followed David Robbie and walked slowly by the gun cabinet to choose their favorite shotgun.

"I heard that your marksmanship is very good. Have you ever shot a stag?" Murphy stopped, opened the cabinet in front of him, and took out a small-caliber single-barrel shotgun from it. "David, I've never shot. Novice, can you pass on experience?"

"His marksmanship is good?" Margaret took out a smaller-caliber shotgun, and examined David Robbie's old bottom while carefully examining it. "At the beginning, he shot indiscriminately. I've seen him shot since childhood. Hundreds of shots, prey hit..."

She put up a hand, sighed deliberately, and shook her head. "Five fingers can count."

David Robbie was a little embarrassed, Murphy and Kerry Mulligan both laughed.

"It's just you!" David Robbie checked the gun for Murphy first, then walked over and picked up the gun in Margaret's hand, looked at it carefully, and asked Carey Mulligan, "This one May I?"

Kerry Mulligan nodded, "That's it!"

She took the shotgun and made an aiming posture at a place where no one was there. After dinner last night, David Robbie taught some theoretical knowledge of gun use, but theory and practice are completely different, Kay Rui Mulligan's posture is very awkward.

"Do you know how to use a gun?" Margaret frowned next to her.

Kerry Mulligan shook his head, "This is the first time I have touched a gun."

Margaret asked suspiciously, "Don't Americans often go out hunting?"

In some North American states where hunting is popular, there are a lot of people hunting with guns in their teens, and the media occasionally broke the news that some hairy children hunted bears.

"I'm not American..." Kerry Mulligan shrugged. "I'm British."

Seeing that Marguerite didn't mean to choose a gun, she couldn't help asking, "What about you? Don't you want to go with me? You don't need a gun?"

"This thing has too much recoil, and the top shoulder hurts." Margaret turned and walked to the warehouse door, bent over and patted the hound-fearing head, "I have Bob, it's a top hound."

As if in response to Margaret, the hound screamed cooperatively.

David Robbie whispered, "My parents strictly forbid Margaret to shoot before she turns fifteen."

After all, a shotgun is a gun after all, and Margaret is just a child.

Picking up their own shotguns and taking their appropriate bullets, a few people went out of the gun store, but did not go hunting immediately. David Robbie took them to the open grassland in front of the farm and taught everyone in Nali. Fired a few shots, and once again emphasized safety issues and precautions.

It is unrealistic to expect two people who have never touched a gun to become master gunners in a few hours. Murphy also knows this. This kind of hunting focuses on experience and fun, rather than the amount of prey.

After training the gun all morning, after lunch, David Robbie drove a large-displacement pickup truck and drove a group of people to the hunting ground. ,

Said it is a hunting ground, it is actually the pasture of the farm, but the pasture has been harvested long ago, and only some grass roots are left trembling in the wind.

Australia is vast and sparsely populated. Many animals and plants maintain their original appearance. Due to the lack of large carnivores, there will be ecological crises due to the excessive number of certain animals. With the exception of a few animals, hunting in private lands Activities, restrictions are not particularly severe.

The car stopped by the side of a small road, Murphy got out of the car, put on guns and equipment, walked into the pasture, thick leather boots stepped on the short grass roots, making a rustle after another.

Margaret wore a cowboy hat and led the hound to walk in the forefront; Murphy and David Robbie each carried a backpack, and a shotgun in their leather gloved hands, followed step by step; The baseball cap on Kerry Mulligan's head completely covered his short blond hair, and he was carrying a very small-caliber shotgun, looking around excitedly.

The prey is not as easy to find as imagined. I spent more than half an hour in the harvested pastures. Except for the two rabbits that ran quickly, no other animals were seen at all. As for the legendary wild deer, the shadows were all none.

"Unlucky today." Walking behind David Robbie, Margaret took out the water bottle from the backpack, opened it and took a sip, and pointed to the place on the left near the eucalyptus forest. "A few days ago, there were a few groups. The deer often ran out of it and couldn't drive them away."

Kerry Mulligan took off his baseball cap and looked at the side Margaret said, "Didn't you say that the farm was flooded with wild deer yesterday?"

"That's true!" Margaret 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 who were muttering, Murphy picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck and looked towards the woods.

This large field is hundreds of feet long, and the front is connected to a hill covered with woods. On the left is a small river more than twenty feet wide. At this time, except for a few haystacks and low grass roots, it can almost be seen at a glance. To the end.

"In recent years, the population of wild deer near the beach in Australia has increased dramatically," David Robbie also raised his binoculars and said to Murphy while watching. "They often eat crops and threaten the ecological environment here. ."

"Hey, look at you two!" Kerry Mulligan's voice suddenly became louder, raising his left finger to the front side, "Look over there!"

The hound Bob made a low growl at this time, and Margaret hugged his head to comfort him.

Murphy turned his head and followed Kerry Mulligan’s hand and looked over. Not far away, where the eucalyptus trees were relatively sparse, a group of wild deer ran over, stopped there and began to graze with their heads down. Several bucks returned from time to time. Will raise his head and look around vigilantly.

"Shhh..." David Robbie made a silent gesture.

He stepped lightly and walked over there first. Murphy followed, Kerry Mulligan and Margaret walked in the back.

The farmland was empty. Even if the deer were not afraid of people, they couldn't get too close. After walking more than fifty feet, four people stopped and hid behind a tall cylindrical pasture stack, which was already in range.

Murphy and David Robbie took off their shotguns and loaded them with bullets. They each occupied one side of the haystack and raised their guns to aim there.

The right knee slowly landed on the ground, and the torso bent into a bow shape. Murphy, recalling the shooting skills learned only in the morning, put on a fairly standard kneeling shooting position, and silently calculated the distance to the deer, with his right index finger resting on it. Up the trigger.

A bird call sounded in the eucalyptus forest over there, more than a dozen deer raised their heads at the same time and looked around, Murphy's fingers slowly tightened, and a few yellow pastures fell from the haystacks.

Just when one fell on his shoulder, Murphy pulled the trigger, and the crisp shots rang three times. David Robbie on the other side and Kerry Mulligan on the right also pulled the trigger. In the chaotic sound, the deer flee in all directions.

"Bob, come on!"

Marguerite patted the hound on the neck, and the hound that had been holding back for a long time finally barked and rushed towards the deer.

In the pungent smell of gun smoke, Murphy stood up and turned her head to look at Carrie Mulligan on one side. She put away her shotgun, rubbing her shoulder with one hand, apparently the same as when she tried the gun several times before, she was shocked by the recoil. It hurts.

Seeing Murphy looking over with concern, Kerry Mulligan smiled, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

The sound of the hound barking from far and near, Bob ran back, Margaret took out a piece of jerky and threw it to him, "Let's go, we didn't hit it."

The score of three shots and zero hits is not surprising.

A few people walked around the haystack and were about to go to the eucalyptus forest. Bob suddenly cried. Murphy quickly took off the shotgun on his back. Right in front of him, there was a hare like a headless fly. Charged over here.

Maybe it was scared by the gunshots just now, or maybe it was really a problem with his eyes. This hare didn't seem to notice the four people and one hound scattered on both sides of the haystack, and ran to Murphy regardless.

"Hurry up and load the bullet!" Carrie Mulligan shouted.

The hare is less than twenty feet away from Murphy. Where can this fashion bullet come in? Margaret is holding Bob on the other side and has not reacted yet. There is also no bullet in David Robbie's gun.

Even if there are bullets, with their marksmanship and the running speed of the hare, ten shots may not be able to hit.

Murphy thought that the rabbit would turn, and the hare is not a domestic rabbit, no matter how courageous, 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. He ran towards him in a daze. For an instant, Murphy suddenly felt like a tree stump.

Sit back and wait... this word appeared in his mind, but Murphy was not slow in his hands.

Even if the rabbit was frightened, it would not hit him directly. He changed the position of holding the gun at the fastest speed, holding the barrel firmly with both hands, and a trace of scorching heat was transmitted from the barrel through the leather gloves. Came over, and then suddenly exerted force with both arms...

At this moment, the shotgun was turned into a bat by Murphy. Just when the rabbit was about to run to him, Murphy saw the right time and grabbed the barrel and slammed it down. The **** made of walnut wood was thick and heavy. He swung it down with all his strength, and with good luck, the **** of the rifle was like a heavy mountain, hitting the hare's head heavily.

"Boom!"

The **** of the rifle hit the hare first, and then landed on the ground with a dull noise.

"Wow..." Margaret pushed off the brim of the cowboy hat and opened her mouth slightly. "That's OK?"

"Hit! Hit!" Kerry Mulligan cheered, jumped to Murphy's side to look at the hare, just glanced at it, and then bent down.