American fame and fortune

"This is Baker, with more than ten years of experience hunting wallabies, bison and gulligators."

In the club, the business manager introduced the hunting guide to Martin and the others: "This is Molly, Baker's younger sister, with more than five years of hunting experience."

Maybe his ancestors were British. Baker was only in his thirties and half of his head was bald. He shook hands with the four of Martin and said politely, "It's an honor to serve you."

Martin held it in his hand, which felt calloused.

Molly was less than thirty years old, with short hair and two hounds tattooed on the outside of her strong arms.

After a brief acquaintance, the business manager called two pickup trucks and took the group to the club's private hunting ground.

It takes more than three hours to drive from the northern suburbs of Brisbane.

Australia is sparsely populated, and the business manager introduced it all the way. The private hunting ground is actually a large ranch, covering an area of ​​nearly 100,000 acres, not too far from the sea. Like many places in Australia, it is plagued by wild animal overruns.

Occasionally, alligators enter the ranch's ponds and waterways.

When we came to the ranch, among the large wooden houses, there were not only the four Martins, but also more than a dozen tourists from other countries.

After a simple dinner, the business manager took the four of them to choose hunting weapons.

Martin chose the Winchester M70 he had used at the range before.

It was a bolt-action shotgun, and the temporary credentials they held were not allowed to use semi-automatic weapons.

"I want to use a gun too." Mene groaned, because he hadn't gone through the documents in advance, so he could only use a pulley bow or a crossbow.

Bruce picked up a Remington 700, and Zomi settled on a lighter Wetherby.

The four of them were equipped with short hunting knives.

Back at their single-family log house, Molly briefly talked about the precautions based on the video footage.

"Wild boars, hares, wild deer, wild dogs, bison and red kangaroos can be hunted and killed at will, except for pregnant mothers." Molly specially called out pictures of several protected animals: "Don't touch them, it will be very troublesome. "

She simply said: "If you are not sure, don't shoot."

Everyone prepared the items for tomorrow, and the next morning, they set off early in two large pickup trucks equipped with guardrails.

Most of the pastures have hills, ponds and small rivers, and the vegetation is mainly grassland, shrubs and dwarf forests.

Bruce had consulted Martin and Zomi, and said to Baker, "Let's go hunt big game."

Mene sat alone in Molly's car.

In one of the pickup trucks, Martin asked Baker, who was driving, "When are you going to get alligators?"

Baker said: "In the afternoon, when the light is good, the alligators will come out to bask in the sun."

Molly, who was leading the way, stopped at the edge of a large bush, opened the rear door, and jumped out with the hound.

Mene held his crossbow and ran toward the side of the car. He came to the side of the car and said, "I'd rather sit in the back compartment of this side than that side. Those dogs are terrible."

Martin looked at his wet face: "They like you very much."

Baker squatted by the bushes to check the animal feces, picked up a lump, squeezed it, and said, "There are wild boars nearby, Molly, drive them out!"

He said to Martin and the others: "Get into the rear compartment, everyone, prepare your guns, don't come down casually, wild boars are dangerous."

Molly let go of the hounds, and the three dogs rushed into the bush.

Martin climbed into the back of the pickup truck, leaned against the welded rail, checked the gun, loaded it and loaded it.

Bruce is a veteran with a gun, and he is not in a hurry with a gun.

Zomi asked, "Is wild boar delicious?"

Martin bought it in his previous life, but it was artificially raised: "It is said that there is a fishy smell." He greeted Mene: "Come up, do you want a wild boar to explode your ass?"

Just as Mene was about to get in the car, he turned around suddenly, and a big red-haired kangaroo jumped out tens of meters away.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous,

"Red-skinned one! Come here, your black-skinned grandpa is here!" Mene reloaded the arrow, raised the crossbow and wanted to shoot.

Suddenly there was a dog barking, and a small black tank emerged from the bushes and rolled out.

Mene shot an arrow casually and hurriedly climbed onto the car.

Martin stretched out his hand and said, "What are you afraid of?"

Mene looked at the big wild boar over there: "It's darker than me, so I can't use my trick!"

Martin said: "It's okay, when it blows you up, you can charge it."

"Zomi!" Bruce knew that Martin came here not only to relax, but also to socialize, so the first shot was given to the director as a matter of course: "The opportunity has come!"

The hounds are well trained and slow down to drive out wild boars.

This wild boar is 1.78 meters long and runs like a small tank.

Zomi cocked his gun, aimed through the scope, and fired the first shot with a bang.

He has played hunting before, and his marksmanship is not bad. He aimed at the neck and hit the belly of the wild boar.

"Hit!" Martin saw the blood gushing out.

Zomi pulled the breech quickly and fired a second shot, which drove the bullet into the boar's neck.

The wild boar fell down and tried to get up again. Zomi shot it in the head for the third time!

Martin praised: "Good marksmanship, the gun hits the target."

Zomi was very happy, and said: "It's good luck, the hit rate was not so high before."

The gunshots alarmed the nearby animals, and a herd of wild deer was running wildly in the distance. Baker ran over and shouted as he got into the car: "Catch it, let's catch up."

Four people grabbed the guardrail, and the pickup truck rushed forward amidst the roar.

Martin looked sideways forward, saw a herd of wild deer, and shouted: "Guys, how about we compete?"

"Yeah!" Menet was an activist.

Martin pointed to the wild deer: "Those who can't catch their prey will be punished."

Zomi asked, "What punishment?"

Bruce thought of a good idea: "Find a smaller kangaroo and play boxing with the kangaroo?"

Mene was the first to agree: "Good!"

Martin patted him: "It's too late for you to regret it now."

Mene almost patted his chest: "I will never go back on my word."

With rich experience, Baker drove around in front of the wild deer, parked the car and asked the four people to get out of the car. After a little observation, he led them to lie in ambush at the downwind of the deer.

The five people were scattered among the undergrowth of more than ten meters.

Mene suddenly realized something was wrong, and looked at Martin who was the closest, 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 was gradually approaching. Martin aimed at a strong male deer at a distance of about fifty meters, and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, Wild Deer was shot in the chest and abdomen, ran forward a few steps, and fell to the ground.

The moment Martin fired, Zomi and Bruce also fired, and two more adult wild deer fell down.

At the same time, a carbon crossbow bolt was nailed into the short tree with a rattling sound.

The rest of the wild deer fled wildly, not giving Mene a chance to shoot the second arrow at all.

Martin and the others just shoot and nothing else.

The game is handled by two professional hunters, Baker and Molly.

Martin asked, "Who missed the prey just now?"

Mene had already talked too much before, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Let's go find the kangaroo."

By the time Baker and Molly had finished handling their prey, on their way back to lunch, they came across a proper kangaroo.

Standing up at most 1.4 meters, not very strong.

Too big and too strong can't do it, Mene is no match, in case of being kicked off...

Mene jumped out of the car and walked over there on foot, taunting as he walked: "Red-skinned big tail, I won't pay you for your brother's sex, now I'm here to collect debts from you, come here! Why don't you grow black hair? The kangaroos are all racist!"

The kangaroo couldn't stand the ultimate taunt.

Bruce couldn't help but said, "Why do you know all the idiots, you stinky shit?"

Martin doesn't speak, just stares at Bruce.

Bruce patted his forehead: "I'm such a fool."

The big kangaroos are all violent when they are in heat, and they rush to fight with Mene.

Baker was worried about accidents, so he and Molly followed behind.

"No one can go to Uncle Mene without giving money! Animals are not allowed!" Relying on his height and strength, Mene beat the thin and weak kangaroo and fled in embarrassment.

Ten minutes later, a refreshed Mene returned to the car, clutching a handful of kangaroo fur: "This is the debt owed by his brother!"

Back to the ranch manor, after lunch, a group of people went to hunt alligators in the afternoon.

Facing the saltwater crocodile, even Bruce didn't dare to mess around, and the four of Martin stayed in the car safely.

Baker and Molly quickly found the crocodile.

A group of six people walked to a pond and went up to a high ground. From the heights, they could see clearly that a four-meter-long crocodile was lying on the side of the pond basking in the sun tens of meters away.

In the face of a human with a shotgun, even if it is twice the size, it is just a cloud.

Baker took good care of his customers and said, "You aim at the target. I said that when you shoot, you shoot together, and each of you shoots three shots in a row."

Martin, Bruce, and Zomi loaded and Mene took up the crossbow.

"Get ready!" Seeing that Baker was almost there, he shouted, "Shoot!"

Martin pulled the trigger, saw the alligator's neck skin explode through the scope, pulled the breech and fired again, three rounds were fired, and he stopped.

The poor crocodile was hit by multiple bullets, and died without even seeing the attacker.

The prey is pulled back, the teeth of the crocodile are removed, and the hunting club can produce legal documents to help process them into souvenirs such as pendants and key chains.

A large crocodile more than four meters long, with a mouth full of fangs, enough for four people to share.

Most of it went to Martin and Zomi.

Bruce and Mene are lonely.

In the evening, the club held a game barbecue party for all the guests in the manor.

Martin ate some roast venison, found Zomi who was sitting alone in a quiet place, and asked, "Too noisy?"

Zomi pointed his finger: "Once I'm idle, my head can't stop."

Martin said, "Thinking about post-production?"

"I'm just a tool person in post-production." Zomi saw it clearly, and said, "I'm thinking of a new story."

Martin half-joked: "Suddenly a beast or a pervert appeared in the hunting ground, and wiped out our group of hunters?"

Zomi threw a bottle of beer next to Martin to Martin, the two touched the bottle, took a sip each, and said: "Before joining this crew, my friend David Johnson and I also studied film. , working as a small assistant to director Darabont, and better at screenwriting, but he is not as lucky as me, and screenwriting is difficult."

He returned to the topic: "David and I traveled to Canada and heard a real incident from the locals. There was a woman with dwarfism who disguised herself as a young girl and killed her adoptive parents."