Giant on the move
Resting casually on his left foot, it was pointed up at the ceiling, presumably empty of the ammunition he used to hit a thumbnail-sized bullseye 50 metres away nine of 10 times, but still, it was a reminder of how much I hate the things.
I’ve never liked guns, but I couldn’t be happier covering the shooting at the Olympics. There are just so many amazing stories out here in the boondocks of eastern Beijing.
There was a 21-year-old American woman who won the bronze after preparing for the Olympics by shooting moose in Alaska, a shooter from Georgia duelling with a markswoman from Russia just as their two countries were caught up in an armed conflict, and the lovely story about Emmons and his wife, a Czech shooter (see an earlier blog of mine for this tale of Cupid’s bullet).