When he came out of the car shop, the boss saw that Ju An was alone and suggested that he go to the gun shop to buy a gun for self-defense.
The shop owner explained: "The main thing is not to guard against people, but there are bears, wolves and other wild beasts on the mountain. You will get used to it if you live for a long time."
"I want to find someone to help me. I don't have horses, cattle, or sheep in my current pasture. Where can I find someone?" Ju An asked.
"If you're looking for someone, there's a bar two streets over, the Shepherd's Bar. Old Billy there should know that he knows the best cowboys here," the shop owner said after thinking for a moment.
"Thank you, I think I may have to trouble you about the car in the future." Ju An extended his hand to the shop owner.
"An, you're welcome. It's a tradition here for cowboys to help each other. I have a feeling that we will meet again in a few days." The shop owner smiled mysteriously.
I said goodbye to the shop owner and drove the pickup truck for a few minutes to the door of the gun shop the shop owner mentioned.
He looked at the store carefully. It had blue exterior paint and a big sign in front of the door. It said Outdoor Products Store. Ju An scratched his head with some suspicion, wondering if he had gone to the wrong place.
There are no security guards at the entrance of the store as expected, and there is no barbed wire on the windows. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary store, no different from domestic convenience stores.
He parked his car at the door and walked towards the store with some suspicion.
As soon as he entered the store, Ju An felt that his eyes were immediately opened. There were all kinds of long guns hanging on the walls of the entire store, and there was even a machine gun on one of the counters.
There are all kinds of handguns on the glass counter. The most surprising thing is that as soon as you enter the door, you will see two sets of small grids on the fully open counter. Each small grid is filled with yellow and orange bullets.
It feels a bit like the counters selling raisins in domestic supermarkets.
There were several customers in the store communicating with the clerks. One of the clerks was telling the customers something, and while giving a demonstration, the gun in his hand was usually broken into several parts, and the technique was extremely sophisticated.
"Sir, how can I help you?" At this time, a young man wearing a clerk's blue waistcoat said to Ju An.
"I want to take a look." Ju An smiled friendly at the young man.
"Call me if you need anything," the young man said with a smile, and then continued chatting with other shop assistants.
Ju An felt dizzy after looking at it for a while. There were too many guns, and every one looked good. It was just like the hardware building in the county that Ju An remembered when he was a child.
Ju An accidentally overheard several shop assistants chatting in a low voice discussing whether they were traveling.
He waved to the young man just now: "I want to buy a pistol and a shotgun. Do you have any recommendations?".
The young man smiled and said to Ju An: "What kind of gun have you used before?"
"Basically I have never used any guns. I have used ak-47 a few times."
"Oh, then I recommend you the UPS45 pistol, a police pistol." The young man said and took out a pistol from a counter.
Then the young man started to explain to Ju An about the manufacturer, Hank Lecouch, and the shooting accuracy, and then demonstrated how to disassemble the gun and load the bullets by himself.
After the explanation, the young man handed the gun to Ju An. Ju An took the gun and held it in his hand. Since the handle of the gun was made of plastic, it did not have the cold feeling of metal as expected, and he felt excited in his heart.
, indescribable.
Open the safety and pull the sleeve several times: "Is there a Desert Eagle here?"
"Yes, wait a minute." The clerk walked a few steps, opened a cabinet door, and took out a shiny pistol. It was the Desert Eagle that Ju An had seen in the picture.
I put down the ups45 in my hand and picked up the desert eagle. It was already overbearing enough from the picture, but when I held it in my hand, I felt like I had become Schwarzenegger in the movie.
The clerk next to him introduced again, what are the two models, mark7 and markx9 series. What's more, the length of the barrel is also different, and the bullets are also different. Finally, the clerk suggested that if it is used as a self-defense pistol, the shortcomings of the Desert Eagle
, the recoil is large, and the magazine is too small, only seven rounds.
Then Ju An asked the shotgun store clerk what he recommended. The clerk recommended the Remington 700 rifle, which has a dark gray plastic stock and a shiny metal barrel that is very beautiful.
"If you feel satisfied, you can go to the shooting range behind and try it. You can shoot 100 rounds of bullets for 66 dollars," the young man recommended enthusiastically.
Ju An nodded and followed the young man into the shooting range at the back. As soon as he entered the shooting range, he heard constant gunshots coming from inside. At first glance, he saw that there were quite a lot of people inside.
The young man took Ju An to a seat, put several boxes of bullets on the table, taught Ju An how to load the bullets, and then the two of them put on ear protectors.
The crisp sounds of click, click, click sounded one after another at the shooting range. The heavy feeling on the hand when shooting, and the click of the gun made the blood boil.
After trying two pistols one after another, Ju An decided to give up the Desert Eagle. The recoil was really strong. He was still very satisfied with the UPS45.
Then I tried the Remington rifle and it felt okay. I put down the rifle and continued to play with the UPS45 pistol. It took more than half an hour for the entire hundred rounds of ammunition to be finally consumed by Juan. There was also a young store clerk among them.
I was there to correct my gun holding and shooting posture, as well as how to aim. It could almost be said that I was accompanying him throughout the whole process.
After coming out of the shooting range, Ju An asked: "I want to buy these two guns and see what I need to provide."
The young clerk smiled and said: "To prove your identity, you still need to fill in some forms."
Ju An handed him his driver's license, and then he took the driver's license and made a call. The call lasted about ten minutes. Then he came back and told Ju An that there was no problem.
Ju An asked: "Is it enough to just make a phone call?".
The clerk said with a smile: "Well, usually you need to call the FBI to confirm that there is no criminal record, no history of mental illness, and that the age is eighteen years old for the long gun and twenty-one years old for the pistol. The completed form will be handed over to
fbi, create file".
Then Ju An filled out a series of forms under the guidance of the young man.
Then the young man started selling bullets to Ju An. The discounts were different for 500 rounds and 1000 rounds, so Ju An prepared 1000 rounds of ammunition for each of the two guns.
When he saw the young man taking out the bullets, Ju An was a little dumbfounded. There were two small plastic boxes.
When the order came out, I saw that the pistol cost 490 US dollars, the rifle with a scope was 1,300 US dollars, and the 2,000 rounds of ammunition were 800 US dollars. The total cost was 2,600 US dollars. After swiping the card to pay the bill, the young man
He enthusiastically helped Ju An move the guys to the car. Both the pistol and the rifle came with a box and a gun lock.
Dragging my things, I arrived at the Shepherd's Bar.
As soon as I opened the door and walked in, I saw a few people, chatting in small groups. The entire bar was all wood-colored, and the surrounding walls were covered with old photos.
Several of them glanced at Ju An at the door and continued chatting.
I walked to the bar, found a bar stool and sat down.
"Please give me a beer," Ju An said to the gray-haired bartender.
The old bartender opened the tap on the wine barrel at the back, poured a glass of beer for Ju An and handed it to him, "This is your first time here. Come on a trip. My name is Billy."
"I'm not a tourist. I bought a ranch and wanted to find some experienced cowboys. The owner of the car shop introduced me to them," Ju An said with a smile.
"Oh, where did you buy the ranch? Why haven't you heard of it?" Billy casually picked up a towel and wiped the bar and said.
"The original Straw Hat Flower Ranch is now called Xishuihe Ranch. I just bought it yesterday." Ju An took a sip of beer.
"That's a big guy. It's hard to run the ranch now. The price of pasture has almost doubled." Billy thought for a moment, then smiled. "Are you going to raise cattle or sheep on that ranch? If you want to raise cattle, it's 10,000 yuan."
There is no problem with bulls”.
"I'm going to raise cattle first and see what I say. I won't raise so many cattle first. I'll just raise more than a thousand cattle first." Ju An said: "I want to ask a cowboy who knows ranching to help me. I want to ask what you have."
Can anyone tell me what the monthly salary is approximately?"
"Many ranches nowadays have switched to tourism, and there are fewer and fewer traditional ranches. Many cowboys with good skills now rely on part-time jobs. Insurance and other factors are not included. You can hire experienced ones for US$1,500 a month.
There are plenty of good cowboys. If you want to find grazing cowboys, one thousand two hundred dollars a month is enough." Then he pointed to a few old men in their fifties sitting and said, "They are all considered good cowboys.
That is Thomas, who has been working on the ranch. He has two sons at home who are also good cowboys. One of them seems to still be at home.
Following the direction of Old Billy's finger, Ju An saw a thin old cowboy with a white cowboy hat on his head and a thick white mustache.
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