"This is Baker. He has more than ten years of experience in hunting kangaroos, bison and crocodiles." In the club, the business manager introduced the hunting guide to the four Martins: "This is Molly, Baker's sister. More than 20 years of experience as a hunter." Maybe his ancestors were British. Baker was only in his thirties and had more than half of his head bald. He shook hands with Martin and the others and said politely: "It's an honor to serve you." Martin held his hand and said, It feels like calluses all over.
Molly is less than thirty years old, has short hair, and has two hounds tattooed on the outside of her strong arm. After a brief acquaintance, the business manager called two pickup trucks to drive the group to the club's private hunting ground.
It takes more than three hours to drive from Brisbane's northern suburbs. Australia is a vast country with few people. The business manager introduced it along the way. The private hunting ground is actually a large ranch, covering an area of nearly 100,000 acres. It is not far from the sea. Like many places in Australia, it is plagued by the proliferation of wild animals.
Occasionally, crocodiles will enter the ponds and waterways of the ranch. When we arrived at the ranch, in the large wooden houses, there were not only the four Martins as customers, but also more than a dozen tourists from other countries.
After a simple dinner, the business manager took the four people to choose hunting weapons. Martin chose a Winchester M70 that he had used on the range before.
It was a bolt-action shotgun, and these guys had temporary licenses that prohibited the use of semi-automatic weapons.
"I also want to use a gun." Mene wailed. Because he did not apply for documents in advance, he could only use a pulley bow or a crossbow.
Bruce got a Remington 700, and Zomi chose a lighter Weatherby shotgun. Each of the four was equipped with a short hunting knife.
Back at their single-family wooden house, Molly briefly explained the precautions based on the video footage.
"Wild boars, hares, wild deer, wild dogs, bison and red kangaroos, except pregnant mothers, can be hunted at will." Molly specially called up pictures of several protected animals: "Don't touch them, they will be very troublesome. "She simply said: "If you are not sure, don't use the gun." Everyone prepared the items for tomorrow, and set off early the next morning in two large pickup trucks with guardrails.
There are many hills, ponds and small rivers in the pasture, and the vegetation is mainly grassland, shrubs and dwarf woods. Bruce consulted Martin and Zomi for their opinions and said to Baker, "Let's go hunt big game." Mene sat alone in Molly's car.
On one of the pickup trucks, Martin asked Baker, who was driving the car: "When are we going to catch the crocodile?" Baker said: "In the afternoon, when the light is good, the crocodile will crawl out to bask in the sun." Molly, who was leading the way, parked in the large park At the edge of the bush, he opened the rear door and jumped out with the hound on his lead.
Mene held his crossbow and ran this way. He came to the car and said, "I would rather sit in the trunk here than over there. Those dogs are too scary." Martin looked at him. With a wet face: "They like you very much." Baker squatted by the bush to check the animal feces, picked up a pile and pinched it, and said: "There are wild boars nearby, Molly, drive them out!" He then said to Martin and others Said: "You get in the trunk, prepare your firearms, don't get out casually, the wild boar is very dangerous." Molly let go of the hound, and the three dogs rushed into the bushes.
Martin climbed into the back of the pickup truck, leaned on the welded guardrail, checked the gun, and loaded it. Bruce is an experienced hand with a gun and is not in a hurry while carrying it.
Zomi asked: "Is wild boar delicious?" Martin bought it in his previous life, but it was artificially raised: "It is said to have a fishy smell." He called Mene: "Come up here, do you want the wild boar to blow your ass?" Mene was just thinking. After getting in the car, I suddenly turned around and saw a large red kangaroo jumping out from a few dozen meters away.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
"The red-skinned one! Come here, your black-skinned grandpa is here!" Menei loaded the arrow and picked up the crossbow to shoot.
The barking of dogs suddenly sounded, and a small black tank emerged from the bushes and rolled out. Menei shot an arrow at random and climbed up to the car in a hurry.
Martin, who was reading the book, stretched out his hand to pull him: "What are you afraid of?" Mene looked at the big wild boar over there: "It is darker than me, so my trick is useless!" Martin said: "It's okay, wait until it explodes you, You can charge it.”
"Zomi!" Bruce knew that Martin came here not only to relax but also to socialize, so the first shot was naturally given to the director: "Here's the opportunity!" The hounds were well-trained and slowed down after driving out the wild boar.
This wild boar is 1.78 meters long and runs like a small tank. Zomi set up the gun, aimed through the scope, and fired the first shot.
He had hunted before, and his marksmanship was pretty good. He aimed at the neck and hit the wild boar in the belly.
"Hit!" Martin saw the blood spurting out. Zomi quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and fired a second shot, and the bullet penetrated the wild boar's neck.
The wild boar fell down and tried to get up again, but Zomi hit it in the head with the third shot! Martin praised: "Good marksmanship, the shot hits the target." Zomi was very happy and said: "I'm lucky, the hit rate was not so high before." The sound of the gunshot alarmed the nearby animals. A group of wild deer were running wildly in the distance, and Baker ran over. , while getting into the car, shouted: "Hold on, let's catch up." The four people grabbed the guardrail, and the pickup truck rushed forward amidst the roar.
Martin looked to the side and ahead and found a herd of wild deer, and shouted loudly: "Guys, how about we have a competition?"
"Okay!" Mene is an activist. Martin pointed to the wild deer: "Those who cannot catch prey will be punished." Zomi asked: "What punishment?" Bruce thought of a good idea: "Find a smaller kangaroo and play with the kangaroo. Boxing?" Mene was the first to agree: "Okay!" Martin patted him: "It's still too late for you to regret it." Mene almost slapped his chest: "I will never regret it." Baker was experienced and drove around in front of the wild deer. , parked the car and asked the four people to get out, observed a little, and led them to ambush downwind of the deer.
Five people were scattered among the bushes more than ten meters away. Mene suddenly realized something was wrong and looked at Martin, who was nearest, holding a shotgun with a scope in his hand.
Look at the crossbow with a scope in his hand. How does this compare? The herd of wild deer gradually approached, Martin took aim at a strong male deer, about fifty meters away, and pulled the trigger.
There was a loud gunshot, and the wild deer was shot in the chest and abdomen. He ran forward a few steps and fell to the ground. At the moment Martin fired, Zomi and Bruce also fired, and two more adult wild deer fell.
At the same time, a carbon crossbow nailed into a short tree with a clanging sound. The rest of the wild deer fled wildly, giving Mene no chance to shoot a second arrow.
Martin and the others just shoot and don't care about anything else. The hunt is handled by two professional hunters, Baker and Molly.
Martin asked: "Who didn't hit the prey just now?" Mene had already said too much before, so he could only bite the bullet and said: "Let's go find the kangaroo." When Baker and Molly finished handling the prey and went back for lunch, Met a suitable kangaroo.
He can only stand 1.4 meters tall, which is not very strong. It's too big and too strong. Mene is no match. If he gets kicked off... Mene jumps out of the car and walks that way. As he walks, he taunts: "Red-skinned big tail, I won't pay you for your brother's sex." Now I'm here to collect debt from you, come here! Why don't you have black hair? Kangaroos are all racists!" When the ultimate taunt came out, even the kangaroo couldn't stand it.
Bruce couldn't help but said: "Why do you, you stinking piece of shit, only know all the idiots?" Martin didn't say anything, just stared at Bruce.
Bruce slapped his forehead and said, "I'm such a fool." The big kangaroos were all violent during the estrus period, so they rushed up and started fighting with Mene.
Baker was worried about an accident, so he and Molly followed behind.
"No one can fuck Uncle Mene without giving him money! Not even animals!" Mene relied on his height and strength to beat the emaciated kangaroo until he ran away in embarrassment.
Ten minutes later, a refreshed Mene returned to the car, holding a handful of kangaroo fur in his hand: "This is the debt owed by his brother!" Back at the ranch, after lunch, the group went hunting in the afternoon Crocodile crocodile.
Facing saltwater crocodiles, even Bruce didn't dare to act recklessly. Martin and the four of them stayed safely in the car. Baker and Molly soon found traces of the crocodile.
A group of six people walked to a pond and climbed to a high ground. From a high position, they could clearly see that dozens of meters away, a large crocodile more than four meters long was lying on the edge of the pond basking in the sun.
Facing a human holding a shotgun, even if it were twice its size, it would be nothing. Baker took good care of his customers and said: "You aim at the target. When I say to shoot, shoot together, each of them shoots three rounds." Martin, Bruce and Zomi loaded their bullets, and Mene shouldered the crossbow.
"Get ready!" Seeing that it was almost done, Baker shouted: "Shoot!" Martin pulled the trigger, and through the scope, he saw the skin of the crocodile's neck exploding. He pulled the gun bolt and fired again. Three bullets were fired, and he stopped. Come down.
The poor big crocodile was shot with multiple bullets and died without even seeing the attacker. The prey is pulled back, the crocodile's teeth are removed, and the hunting club provides legal procedures to help process them into souvenirs such as pendants and keychains.
The big crocodile is more than four meters long and has a mouth full of fangs, enough to feed four people. Most of it went to Martin and Zomi.
Bruce and Mene are loners. In the evening, the club held a game barbecue party for all guests in the manor.
Martin ate some roasted venison, found Zomi who was sitting alone in a quiet place, and asked: "Is it too noisy?" Zomi pointed his finger: "When I am free, my head can't stop." Martin said: " Are you considering post-production?”
"I'm just a tool in post-production." Zomi saw it clearly and said, "I'm thinking of a new story." Martin was half-joking: "Suddenly a beast or a pervert appeared in the hunting ground and wiped out our group of hunters?" Zomi said He handed Martin a bottle of beer from the side. The two clinked the bottle and each took a sip before saying: "Before joining this crew, my friend David Johnson and I, who also studied film, gave Director Darabont works as a junior assistant and is better at screenwriting. However, he is not as lucky as me. It is difficult for screenwriters to get along." He returned to the topic: "David and I traveled to Canada and heard a real incident from a local. A woman with dwarfism disguised herself as a girl and killed her adoptive parents."
