Story 112 Second Rabbit Hunting.

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Hi, it is Lizamoa here.

          That evening Mike and Peter were going hunting again. Tom also decided to join them. When they asked Hansini if she wanted to go again she was only too keen to join them and so I decided to go too.

          We took the four guns with us again but this time I did not carry a gun. The men each had one and Hansini had the fourth one. We walked up through the farm until we came to the steep track. At the last gate, they loaded the guns like we did before and then we started climbing the steep track.

         Near the large clearing, we came upon the goats again but they must have been watching for us. Because after last night they were ready to run for the thicker trees at the first sign of us and the boys were unable to get a shot off at them.

            So our journey continued on as we were climbing higher up the track. At one place we were looking down on some open fields below us and here is where Tom told us to be extra quiet. As the boys moved closer to the edge suddenly Peter raised his gun. The other two boys followed him.  Then Peter fired followed moments later by the other two guns. Three rabbits were lying dead in the paddock below us.

           We started to make our way down the steep slope to the paddock below and then we could pick up the rabbits. Then Mike turned and looked at Hansini.

          “Have you ever shot a gun before?” he asked her.

          She nodded no.

          “Do you want to try?” he asked.

          “Yes,” she was saying. “I would like to try this.”

          Then Mike began showing her how to do it.

           Meanwhile, Tom turned to me. “What about you Liz. Do you want to try too?”

          Unknown to Tom I had shot off a gun many times before and I was becoming a reasonable shot too. But he was unknowing of this.

          “OK,” I said.

          And he began showing me what to do. I was a tiny bit amused by this but I still paid attention and followed what he told me.

           Both Hansini and I lay on a small grassy hill and aimed at two pieces of wood Mike had set up against a clay bank. Hansini fired first. She took one shot and it missed completely. When it was my turn I carefully lined up the gun, holding the gun I sighted slightly above the target, and then as I lowered it let off three rounds one after another. Bang! Bang! Bang! All three were placed neatly near the centre of the target. That sure surprised Tom. Ha! Ha!

          “You have shot before,” he said. It was not a question.

           I had to admit that I had and as the other guys were laughing, Tom realized that he had been setup. He took it well and laughed too.

            Now Hansini took her second shot. It hit the target near the upper right-hand edge. Tom showed her how to sight the target again and her third shot hit closer to the centre. She was very happy with this.

          Next Tom showed her how to shoot from a standing position as he said this is most likely the way in hunting. Personally, I thought maybe Tom was a bit close to her, touching her, holding her as he helped her. I noticed at one point his hand touched the underside of her breast, at another his hand was on her bum. Either she didn’t seem to notice or she didn’t care. The guys didn't seem to notice but I thought it was all a bit naughty. 

            On the way back down the boys got two more rabbits and Hansini had a go at one too. But I don’t think she hit it because the rabbit just hopped happily away.

            Tom offered Mike the rabbits but we didn’t want them, the girls were cooking some goat for a curry, so he took them for his dogs. Then we all returned to the camp to tell the others what we had done. 

            When we got back to camp I asked Hansini about Tom.

            “Tom was a bit friendly,” I said.

            What?” she asked looking at me a bit strange.

           I realised that she didn’t understand what I meant by ‘friendly.’
           "When he was showing you how to shoot."
           She looked at me with a slight smile. I still wasn't sure she understood.

          So I added, “He was very close to you, touching your breast and bum.”

          “Oh that. Yes, he likes me.”

          “You let him do that?” I asked.

          “Yes, I don’t mind. It was a bit sexy.”

         “Who? For him or you?”

          She laughed and walked away.
          So I was left wondering about those two. There certainly was an attraction between them, that's for sure. I don't know how many others saw it, but I certainly did.

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