Hollywood Road

The huge warehouse was brightly lit, and a hound was lying at the door. With those dark eyes, it looked curiously at David Robbie and Murphy inside the station.

More than a dozen well-maintained shotguns lay quietly in the oak cabinet. Murphy and Carey Mulligan followed David Robbie and walked slowly past the gun cabinet to choose their favorite shotguns.

"I heard that your marksmanship is very good, and you even shot a buck?" Murphy stopped, opened the cabinet in front of him, and took out a small-caliber single-barreled shotgun from it, "David, I'm a person who has never shot before." Novice, can you pass on your experience?"

"His marksmanship is good?" Margaret took out a shotgun with a smaller caliber, and while examining it carefully, exposed David Robbie's background. Hundreds of shots, the prey hit..."

She raised one hand, sighed forcefully on purpose, and shook her head, "I can count on five fingers."

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

"You talk a lot!" 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 gun is it okay?"

Carey Mulligan nodded. "That's it!"

She took the shotgun and made an aiming posture at a place where no one was around. After dinner last night, David Robbie taught some theoretical knowledge about using a gun, but theory and practice are completely different, Kay Ray Mulligan's posture was awkward in any way.

"Can you 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, "Don't Americans often go hunting?"

In some states where hunting is popular in North America, teenagers hunting with guns abound, and news of some furry children hunting bears occasionally breaks out in the media.

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

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

"The recoil of this thing is too great, and the top's shoulder hurts." Margaret turned around and walked to the warehouse door, bent down and patted the dog's head, "I have Bob, he is a top-notch hound."

As if in response to Margaret,

The hound barked in unison.

David Robbie said in a low voice, "My parents strictly forbid Margaret to shoot before she was fifteen."

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

Picking up their own shotguns and taking their own suitable bullets, several people left the gun storage, but did not go hunting immediately. David Robbie took them to an open grassland in front of the farm first, and taught everyone Several shots were fired, and safety issues and precautions were again emphasized.

It is unrealistic to expect two people who have never touched a gun to become a gun master in a few hours. Murphy also knows this. This kind of hunting focuses on experience and fun, not on the number of prey hunted.

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

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

Australia is sparsely populated, and many animals and plants maintain their original style. Due to the lack of large carnivores, there will be ecological crises due to the excessive number of certain animals. Except for a few animals, hunting in private land Activities, the restrictions are not particularly severe.

The car stopped on the side of a small road. Murphy and the others got out of the car, carried guns and equipment on their backs, and walked into the grassland. Their thick leather boots stepped on the short grass roots, making rustling noises one after another.

Margaret was wearing a cowboy hat, leading the hounds and walking in the front; Murphy and David Robbie were carrying a backpack each, holding a shotgun in their leather gloves, and followed step by step; The baseball cap on Carey Mulligan's head completely covered his short blond hair, and he was carrying a very small-caliber shotgun, looking around excitedly.

The prey was not as easy to find as expected. After wandering around the harvested pasture for more than half an hour, except for two rabbits running quickly, I saw no other animals at all. As for the legendary wild deer, there was no shadow. none.

"I'm not lucky today." Walking behind David Robbie, Margaret took out the water bottle from her backpack, opened it, took a sip, and pointed to the place near the eucalyptus forest on the left, "A few days ago, there were a few groups of Deer often come out of it and cannot be driven away.”

Carey Mulligan took off his baseball cap and looked at the side where Margaret said, "Didn't you say yesterday that the wild deer on the farm were overrun?"

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

Ignoring 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, connected to a hill covered with woods in front, and a small river more than 20 feet wide on the left. At this time, except for a few haystacks and low grass roots, you can almost see to the end.

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

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

The hound Bob let out a deep growl at this moment, and Margaret hugged his head to comfort him.

Murphy turned his head and looked at Carey Mulligan's hand. Not far away, where the eucalyptus trees were sparse, a group of wild deer ran past, stopped there and began to graze with their heads down. He raised his head and looked around warily.

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

He stepped lightly, bowed his waist and walked there first, Murphy followed, and Carey Mulligan and Margaret walked behind.

The farmland was empty, and even if the deer weren't very afraid of people, they couldn't get too close. After walking more than fifty feet, the four stopped and hid behind a tall cylindrical haystack, which was already within range.

Murphy and David Robbie took down their shotguns, loaded them, and each occupied one side of the haystack, aiming their guns there.

His right knee slowly landed on the ground, his torso bent into a bow shape. While recalling the shooting essentials he learned in the morning, Murphy shot in a fairly standard kneeling position. He silently calculated the distance from the herd of deer, and rested his right index finger on the on the trigger.

There was a sound of birdsong in the eucalyptus forest over there, and more than a dozen deer raised their heads to look around at the same time. Murphy's fingers slowly tightened, and a few yellow grasses fell from the haystack.

Just when one fell on his shoulder, Murphy pulled the trigger, and the crisp gunshots rang out three times in a row. David Robbie on the other side and Carey Mulligan on the right also pulled the trigger. Amidst the chaotic sounds, the herd of deer scattered and fled.

"Bob, get on!"

Margaret patted the hound's neck, and the hound, which had been holding back for a long time, finally barked wildly and rushed towards the herd of deer.

Amid the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, Murphy stood up and turned her head to look at Carey Mulligan on one side. She put away her shotgun and rubbed her shoulder with one hand. She was obviously shocked by the recoil just like the previous few times when she tested the gun. It hurts.

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

The hounds barked from far to near, and Bob ran back. Margaret took out a piece of dried meat and threw it at him, "Let's go, we missed."

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

Several people walked around the haystacks and were about to walk towards the eucalyptus forest. Bob suddenly called out, and Murphy quickly took off the shotgun he had just carried on his back. Right in front of him, there was a hare like a headless fly. rushed over here.

Perhaps it was frightened by the gunshots just now, or maybe there was something wrong with its eyes. The hare didn't seem to notice the four men and one hound scattered on both sides of the haystack, and ran towards Murphy regardless.

"Reload!" Carey Mulligan yelled.

The hare was less than twenty feet away from Murphy. At this moment, there was no bullet in it. Margaret was holding Bob on the other side, and she hadn't realized it yet. David Robbie's gun was also out of bullets.

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

Murphy thought that the rabbit would turn around. The hare is not a domestic rabbit, so no matter how courageous it is, it should be afraid of people.

But the rabbit didn't intend to turn at all. It seemed that he was really frightened by the three shots, and ran towards him in a daze. For a split second, Murphy suddenly felt like a tree stump.

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

Even if the rabbit was frightened, it would not hit him directly. He changed the posture of holding the gun as fast as he could, holding the barrel of the gun with both hands, and a trace of scorching heat was transmitted from the barrel through the leather glove. Come over, and then use your arms suddenly...

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 timing, grabbed the barrel of the gun and smashed it down hard. The butt made of walnut wood was thick and heavy. He swung it down with all his strength, and with good luck, the butt of the gun hit the hare's head like a heavy mountain.

"Boom!"

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

"Wow..." Margaret pushed down the brim of her cowboy hat and opened her mouth slightly, "Is that okay?"

"It's hit! It's hit!" Carey Mulligan cheered, jumped to Murphy's side to look at the hare, just took a look, and then bent down. (To be continued.)