Now, just this morning, my brother and I took the Ruger No.1 for its second walk this week in an attempt to initiate it, and we stumbled into some luck in the form of a feral jack donkey at a well-used donkey playground. To be honest, my first two shots missed, but in my defence, the donkey was moving and 120 metres away... Okay, okay, no excuses: I just missed, and I shouldn't have. It looked like I had no chance as the donkey sprinted further and further away into the savannah, but fortunately for us and unfortunately for the donkey, he didn't realise exactly where we were, and when he got to a dry creek, he turned and ran parallel to it, enabling me to cut across at a run and intercept it at what might've been a hundred metres; this time, the bullet brought it crashing to earth.