Li Long had not really wanted to shoot anything. For one thing, it was too far away; for another, he thought Mom had a point. Mongolian gazelle really did not taste as good as domestic lamb.
He had hunted before because he had no other options. If he wanted meat, he had to hunt. Now there were still so many cattle and sheep at Old Ma's Place, and there was no shortage of meat at home, so his interest in hunting had faded.
Of course, if a herd of gazelles happened to run right past him, he might still take a shot.
"Xiao Long, stop! North, look north! There are sheep!" He did not want to shoot, but Li Qingxia did!
Li Long stopped the Jeep.
After getting out, he took the gun from the trunk, opened its case, and sighted north.
They were about a hundred meters away, close enough to see, with both adults and young among them, slowly moving south.
Although the Jeep had stopped, the herd of more than twenty gazelles showed no fear. They slowly moved forward, nibbling at saxaul and red willow that had already been stripped almost bare.
The snow to the north was covered in hoofprints, showing that wild animals frequently passed through. The gazelles had probably followed the trail worn by those before them.
"Go on, shoot," Li Qingxia urged impatiently. "Look, there's quite a herd."
Li Jianguo and Du Chunfang got out too. The snow on the road had been packed solid and was very slippery. Li Jianguo tried sliding and went more than two meters-Li Long remembered that people in the Northeast called this "shooting a slide," while in the Northwest, they called it "sliding a stretch."
"Dad, do you want to shoot?" Li Long released the safety, chambered