Chapter 144 of the main text volume hit

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The huge warehouse was brightly lit, and a hound was lying at the door, with dark eyes, looking curiously at David Robbie and Murphy standing inside.

A dozen well-maintained shotguns lay quietly in an oak cabinet, and Murphy and Carey Mulligan followed David Robbie and walked slowly past the gun cabinet to pick out the shotgun of their choice.

"I heard that your marksmanship is very good, and you even hit a buck?" Murphy paused, opened the cabinet in front of him, and took out a small-caliber single-barrel shotgun from it, "David, I'm a novice who hasn't fired a gun, can I pass on my experience?" ”

"He's good marksmanship?" Margaret took out a smaller caliber shotgun and examined it carefully while exposing David Robbie's old bottom, "He shot indiscriminately, I grew up watching him shoot hundreds of shots, and the prey he hit was ......"

She raised a hand, sighed deliberately forcefully, and shook her head, "You can count it on five fingers." ”

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

"Just your words!" David Robbie checked the gun for Murphy first, then walked over to pick up the gun in Margaret's hand, looked at it carefully, and asked Carey Mulligan, "Is this okay?" ”

Kerry Mulligan nodded, "That's it!" ”

She took the shotgun and made an aiming gesture at the place where no one was, after dinner last night, David Robbie taught some theoretical knowledge of using guns, but theory and practice are not the same thing at all, Carey Mulligan's posture is awkward no matter how you look at it.

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

Carey Mulligan shook his head, "This is the first time I've touched a gun. ”

Margaret asked suspiciously, "Aren't Americans often out hunting?" ”

In some North American states where hunting is prevalent, teenage hunters with guns abound, and occasionally there are news in the media that some furry children hunt bears.

"I'm not American...... "Carey Mulligan shrugged, "I'm British." ”

Seeing that Margaret didn't mean to choose a gun, she couldn't help asking, "What about you?" Aren't you going with me? You don't use a gun? ”

"This thing has too much recoil, and the top shoulder hurts." Margaret turned and walked to the door of the warehouse, bent down and patted the hound's head, "I have Bob, he's a top-of-the-line hound. ”

As if in response to Margaret, the hound barked in cooperation.

David Robbie whispered, "My parents forbade Margaret to shoot before she was fifteen. ”

At the end of the day, a shotgun is a gun, and Margaret is just a child.

Picking up their shotguns and taking their own suitable bullets, several people went out of the gun store, but did not immediately go hunting, David Robbie first took them to an open grass in front of the farm, taught each of them to shoot a few shots, and once again emphasized safety issues and precautions.

It would be unrealistic to expect two people who had never touched a gun to become master wielding a gun in a matter of hours, and Murphy knew that, and this kind of hunting was about experience and fun rather than the amount of prey you hunted.

After a whole morning of gun practice, after lunch, David Robbie drove a large-displacement pickup truck and drove the group to the hunting grounds. 、

It is said to be a hunting ground, but in fact it is all pasture on the farm, but the grass has long been harvested, and only some grass roots are shivering in the wind.

Australia is vast and sparsely populated, many animals and plants have maintained their original appearance, due to the lack of large carnivores, there will be an ecological crisis because of the overabundance of certain animals, except for a few animals, for hunting activities in private territory, the restrictions are not particularly strict.

The car stopped on the side of a small road, and Murphy and the others got out of the car, loaded their guns and equipment, and walked into the pasture, their thick leather boots stepping on the short grass roots, making one rustling sound after another.

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

The prey was not as easy to find as imagined, and after more than half an hour in the harvested pasture, except for the two rabbits that ran quickly, no other animals were seen at all, and as for the legendary wild deer, there was not a single shadow.

"Bad luck today." Walking behind David Robbie, Margaret took the kettle from her backpack, opened it and took a sip, pointing to the place on her left hand side near the eucalyptus forest, "A few days ago, there were several herds of deer that often ran out of it, and they couldn't get rid of it. ”

Carey Mulligan took off his baseball cap and looked over the other side of Margaret, "Didn't you say yesterday that the farm was flooded with wild deer?" ”

"That's true!" Margaret pushed her cowboy hat back, revealing her blonde curls, "These deer are the animals we hate the most, and they eat a lot of crops every year!" ”

Ignoring the two muttering girls, Murphy picked up the binoculars around his neck and looked over into the woods.

The vast field was hundreds of feet long, bordered by a wooded hill in front, and a small river more than twenty feet wide on the left, with the exception of a few haystacks and low grass roots, the end of which was almost as far as the eye could see.

"In recent years, the population of wild deer near the beach in Australia has increased dramatically," David Robbie said, holding up his binoculars and watching to Murphy, "They often eat crops and threaten the ecology here." ”

"Hey, you two look!" Kerry Mulligan's voice suddenly became louder, and he raised his left hand and pointed to the side ahead, "Look over there!" ”

Bob the Hound let out a low growl, and Margaret quickly hugged its head to reassure him.

Murphy turned his head and followed Kerry Mulligan's hand to look at it, and not far away, where the eucalyptus trees were relatively sparse, a herd of wild deer had run over, stopped there and began to graze with their heads down, and a few bucks would look up from time to time and look around vigilantly.

"Shhhhh......h

He slowed his pace and led the way with his waist bent, Murphy followed, Carey Mulligan and Margaret walked at the rear.

The farmland was empty, and even if the deer were not very afraid of people, they could not get too close, and after walking more than fifty feet, the four men stopped and hid behind a tall cylindrical haystack, which was already in range.

Murphy and David Robbie removed their shotguns, reloaded, and each took one side of the haystack and aimed their guns at that side.

With his right knee slowly touching the ground and his torso bent into a bow, Murphy took a fairly standard kneeling position while recalling the shooting essentials he had learned in the morning, silently calculating the distance between him and the deer, and resting his right index finger on the trigger.

A birdsong sounded in the eucalyptus woods over there, more than a dozen deer raised their heads at the same time, Murphy's fingers slowly tightened, and a few yellow grasses fell from the haystacks.

Just as one landed on his shoulder, Murphy pulled the trigger, and the crisp gunfire rang out three times in succession, David Robbie on the other side, and Carey Mulligan on the right also pulled the trigger, and in a chaotic sound, the deer scattered and fled.

"Bob, up!"

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

Amid the pungent smell of gunsmoke, Murphy stood up and turned to look at Kerry Mulligan to the side, she put away her shotgun, rubbing her shoulder with one hand, apparently sore from the recoil as she had done the previous few attempts.

Seeing Murphy's concerned look, Carey Mulligan smiled, "It's okay, it'll be fine in a while." ”

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

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

A few men walked around the haystack and prepared to walk towards the eucalyptus woods, when Bob suddenly screamed, and Murphy quickly removed the shotgun he had just carried on his back, and right in front of him, a hare like a headless fly rushed towards him.

Probably frightened by the gunfire just now, or perhaps there was really something wrong with the eyes, the hare didn't seem to notice the four people and one hound scattered on both sides of the haystack, and ran towards Murphy regardless of it.

"Hurry up and load your bullets!" Carey Mulligan yelled.

The hare was less than twenty feet away from Murphy, where did the bullet come in, Margaret was holding Bob on the other side, and before she could react, David Robbie's gun also had no bullets.

Even if there were bullets, with their marksmanship and the speed at which the hare was running, ten shots might not be able to hit.

Murphy thought that the rabbit would turn, the hare was not a domestic rabbit, and even if he was bold, he should be afraid of talents.

But the rabbit had no intention of turning at all, and seemed to be really frightened by the three shots, and ran towards him in a daze, and for a moment of lightning, Murphy suddenly felt like a tree stump.

Wait for the rabbit...... The word came to mind, but Murphy was not slow in his hands.

Even if the rabbit was frightened, it would not directly hit him, he changed the position of holding the gun as fast as he could, and held the barrel of the gun with both hands, a trace of burning heat passed through the barrel of the leather gloves, and then his arms were violently ......

At this moment, the shotgun was turned into a bat by Murphy, and just when the rabbit was about to run to him, Murphy saw the opportunity, grabbed the barrel of the gun and smashed it hard, the butt made of walnut wood was thick and heavy, and he swung it with all his strength, and with good luck, the butt of the gun was like a heavy mountain, and it smashed heavily on the hare's head.

"Bang!"

The butt of the gun hit the hare first, and then landed on the ground with a dull sound.

"Wow......" Margaret pushed the brim of her cowboy hat and opened her mouth slightly, "That's okay?" ”

"Hit! Hit! Kerry Mulligan cheered, jumped next to Murphy to look at the hare, only to take one look and bend down. (To be continued.) )