Wang Bo's two mistakes were: first, he held the gun with both hands, and second, he put his index finger on the trigger. [latest chapter]
"For pistols, if you want to be a marksman, you must develop the habit of holding the gun with one hand. First of all, the reaction of holding the gun with one hand is faster and the muscles are more relaxed; secondly, the aiming baseline of the gun with one hand should be longer and the accuracy is high. Some."
"As for the position of your finger, don't put it on the trigger. It's best to put it on the trigger guard. When shooting, reach into the guard and pull the trigger. Otherwise, if there is a misfire, even the safest steel Durex will not be able to save you. !”
Wang Bo listened carefully, then the cowboy stopped talking, so Lao Wang asked: "What else?"
The cowboy shrugged and said: "What else? There is also practice. You don't think that F1 racing drivers are taught by teachers in the classroom, do you?"
"What's the secret to shooting? Why do you shoot so accurately?"
"Because I've been good at cumming since I was a kid!" The cowboy returned to his true nature and began to shake his butt obscenely.
There are many rabbits in the pasture. In order to avoid scaring the cattle and sheep, Wang Bo deliberately practiced shooting at the edge.
The two previous gunshots had frightened many pheasants and hares, and the two of them saw a corncrake running about ten meters away.
Wang Boxue, the cowboy, waved his hand like that and fired a shot. After the gunshot, a cartridge case was ejected. The recoil of the pistol was not very strong for him, but where did the bullet go
The cowboy said in surprise: "Are you also a sharpshooter?"
"Isn't it?" Lao Wang looked into the distance. The cowboy said this. Did he accidentally shoot something? But after looking for a while, he didn't see anything wild. The rail had disappeared.
After listening to his words, the cowboy shouted: "Snow, you know you are not a sharpshooter, why don't you aim and fire quickly?"
Wang Bo smiled awkwardly and said, "Isn't this a good habit to develop as a marksman? Keep practicing, keep practicing."
The hills were undulating and the grass was vast. Lao Wang stepped on the clumps of wild grass and looked around. What he saw was the green mountains and plains. There were some wild flowers in bloom among the green grass.
Since the management of Ranch Heart, the grass growth in this area has improved a lot. Some weeds that are not suitable for livestock have died and been replaced by more young grasses.
In addition, the grassland has become much smoother. Although thousands of cattle and sheep are scattered in the pasture, the impact on the pasture is very small, and the density of green grass growth is greater than before, and it can obviously feed more livestock.
The biggest change now is probably the taste and nutrition of pasture grass, otherwise it would not attract so many birds and beasts.
But Wang Bo's marksmanship was terrible. Although there were many birds and beasts, he fired two magazines of bullets in succession, but nothing was hit. He only heard the sound of the gun.
Of course, his goal was to practice his skills. Now that his goal was achieved, he didn't panic with the gun in hand, and he had gradually adapted to the feeling of shooting.
Seeing that there was no result, Bowen shook his head, took the gun and said, "Forget it, I'll do it, you watch carefully."
Wang Bo laughed and said: "Haha, there are no more bullets."
Bowen asked in shock: "Just two magazines of bullets?"
Lao Wang shrugged, whatever he could do, the police station had equipped him with these.
Normally, you have to submit a report if you use it, but there are gun shops everywhere in New Zealand, and you can even buy it online, so you just need to replenish the ammunition in time after use. The police station will not check this.
This left only two hares to eat, and the cowboy was very upset. If he had known better, he would have fired more shots in the beginning.
The cowboys must have more experience in roasting hares, so after returning to the castle, they set up a bonfire in the inner courtyard square and began to prepare for the hare examination.
The cowboy was in charge. He simply rubbed the rabbit meat with salt and put it on the bonfire.
Wang Bo shook his head and said it was not baked like this. He went to prepare the ingredients package, chopped the onions, ginger, and garlic into fine pieces with a knife, mixed the ingredients into the package, and put it in the belly of the hare, and then tied the gap with wire to signal the cowboy to roast it.
The cowboy slowly turned the hare and kept applying oil on it. The vegetable oil and the rabbit's own animal fat blended under the flames, quickly roasting the fragrance, and the pink rabbit meat gradually turned golden.
The strong man smelled the scent and ran over quickly. He still had dog chews in his mouth, saliva dripping out, and his big brown eyes stared at the roast rabbit without blinking.
As soon as the rabbit was roasted and warm, Bowen was about to take it out and eat it.
Wang Bo tore off a piece of rabbit meat, which was still bloody, and fed it to the young man with disgust. The strong man didn't mind it. He opened his mouth and swallowed it quickly, looking at his owner with watery eyes: "Keep feeding me."
"Keep baking, you have to eat it when it's done!"
Bowen said: "No, six ripe is enough. The meat now is the most nutritious! Look, the meat is red and juicy. Does it look like..."
"The woman's aunt?"
"OK, you win, keep baking!"
After roasting the rabbit meat, Wang Bo first tore off the two hind legs, one for himself and the other for himself. Bowen spread his hands and shouted angrily: "This is the success of my labor, you can't do this... Oh, Snow!"
Lao Wang took advantage of him to spread his hands, quickly snatched the rabbit and tore off the strong breast meat, splitting it into two pieces, one for himself.
Bowen stopped complaining and quickly grabbed the rabbit meat, tore it into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth.
When roasting rabbit meat, you keep brushing oil on it, so the meat is not bad. The hare meat is very firm and chewy. Wang Bo stuffed the rabbit belly with condiments and vegetables. The flavor of the condiments penetrated into the rabbit meat, making it even more delicious.
After eating a piece of rabbit meat, Bowen couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect that, Wang, your cooking skills are so good, but as far as I know, you Chinese rarely eat barbecue. I bet you must have opened a barbecue restaurant before." "
Lao Wang grinned: "No way, I used to work part-time at our city's crematorium during the summer vacation from college... Hey, why don't you eat?"
Bowen looked at the remaining roast rabbit in his hand and turned blue.
"Haha, I'm just kidding."
"I knew it." The cowboy also laughed.
"Yes, how can ordinary people enter the city crematorium? I work part-time at the county crematorium."
"For God's sake, your mother will explode!" Bowen also learned the army commander's mantra.
In fact, two rabbits are not enough to eat at all. Two grown men and a developing super dog are half full.
Bowen finally sucked the meat residue on his fingers and said, "Maybe we should go to the ranch and hunt from time to time. The harvest is not small."
Wang Bo took the young men to find other food and said lazily: "No, you can't shoot in the pasture. It will easily scare the cattle and sheep."
"Then use a trap." The cowboy said matter-of-factly.
"Well, but it's up to you. Just go and set the trap. I don't understand this, but the cowboy should."
"Of course cowboys understand, cowboys know everything!" Bowen said proudly, and then he felt something was wrong...