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Returning empty-handed, he was unloading his gun when a drone buzzed overhead. I only had gazed on it for a couple of seconds and then whoosh, it moved, like, gone, he said. Passing their camp, he saw Russell with a controller, the drone briefly rising to eye level before landing. Concerned about being filmed, Lynn confronted Russell, whose demeanour had shifted dramatically.

Returning empty-handed, he was unloading his gun when a drone buzzed overhead. I only had gazed on it for a couple of seconds and then whoosh, it moved, like, gone, he said. Passing their camp, he saw Russell with a controller, the drone briefly rising to eye level before landing. Concerned about being filmed, Lynn confronted Russell, whose demeanour had shifted dramatically.

Returning empty-handed, he was unloading his gun when a drone buzzed overhead. I only had gazed on it for a couple of seconds and then whoosh, it moved, like, gone, he said. Passing their camp, he saw Russell with a controller, the drone briefly rising to eye level before landing. Concerned about being filmed, Lynn confronted Russell, whose demeanour had shifted dramatically.

Russell accused Lynn of firing his gun through their camp and threatened to show police the drone footage. That's just ridiculous, Lynn replied. He believed Russell was trying to force him from the prime riverside camping spot, hoping he would pack up and leave. Lynn's response was, by his own admission, childish.

Russell accused Lynn of firing his gun through their camp and threatened to show police the drone footage. That's just ridiculous, Lynn replied. He believed Russell was trying to force him from the prime riverside camping spot, hoping he would pack up and leave. Lynn's response was, by his own admission, childish.

Russell accused Lynn of firing his gun through their camp and threatened to show police the drone footage. That's just ridiculous, Lynn replied. He believed Russell was trying to force him from the prime riverside camping spot, hoping he would pack up and leave. Lynn's response was, by his own admission, childish.

He opened the doors of his Nissan Patrol and blasted music, from my era, not his, choosing the most irritating songs possible. His firearms, a rifle and a Barathrum Arms straight-pull shotgun lay packed in gun bags on the back seat with ammunition on the front. After blaring music for hours, darkness had fallen when Lynn heard a rustling sound.

He opened the doors of his Nissan Patrol and blasted music, from my era, not his, choosing the most irritating songs possible. His firearms, a rifle and a Barathrum Arms straight-pull shotgun lay packed in gun bags on the back seat with ammunition on the front. After blaring music for hours, darkness had fallen when Lynn heard a rustling sound.

He opened the doors of his Nissan Patrol and blasted music, from my era, not his, choosing the most irritating songs possible. His firearms, a rifle and a Barathrum Arms straight-pull shotgun lay packed in gun bags on the back seat with ammunition on the front. After blaring music for hours, darkness had fallen when Lynn heard a rustling sound.

He looked up to see Russell walking away from Lynn's car with his shotgun loading the magazine into it. When Lynn demanded its return, Russell replied fuck off and fired shots into the air. Lynn took cover in the darkness behind Russell's Land Cruiser. He described crouching in the shadows as Russell approached him. He heard Carol yell, Russell, stop it!

He looked up to see Russell walking away from Lynn's car with his shotgun loading the magazine into it. When Lynn demanded its return, Russell replied fuck off and fired shots into the air. Lynn took cover in the darkness behind Russell's Land Cruiser. He described crouching in the shadows as Russell approached him. He heard Carol yell, Russell, stop it!

He looked up to see Russell walking away from Lynn's car with his shotgun loading the magazine into it. When Lynn demanded its return, Russell replied fuck off and fired shots into the air. Lynn took cover in the darkness behind Russell's Land Cruiser. He described crouching in the shadows as Russell approached him. He heard Carol yell, Russell, stop it!

When the shotgun barrel appeared over the bonnet, Lynn lunged, grabbing it with his right hand. The two men rustled across the vehicle's bull bar. Russell's finger was on the trigger when the gun discharged, the shot travelling through the left side mirror and straight into Carol Clay's head as she cowered beside the vehicle. Russell released the shotgun as he ran to attend to his lover.

When the shotgun barrel appeared over the bonnet, Lynn lunged, grabbing it with his right hand. The two men rustled across the vehicle's bull bar. Russell's finger was on the trigger when the gun discharged, the shot travelling through the left side mirror and straight into Carol Clay's head as she cowered beside the vehicle. Russell released the shotgun as he ran to attend to his lover.

When the shotgun barrel appeared over the bonnet, Lynn lunged, grabbing it with his right hand. The two men rustled across the vehicle's bull bar. Russell's finger was on the trigger when the gun discharged, the shot travelling through the left side mirror and straight into Carol Clay's head as she cowered beside the vehicle. Russell released the shotgun as he ran to attend to his lover.

Lynn returned to his camp, firing once to ensure the weapon was safe before stowing it out of harm's way. As he turned around, Lynn saw Russell bearing down on him, a knife in his right hand, screaming, she's dead. Lynn described the ensuing struggle in detail, his defensive stance, blocking Russell's left-handed swing, grabbing the knife hand. As Russell pushed forward, they fell together.

Lynn returned to his camp, firing once to ensure the weapon was safe before stowing it out of harm's way. As he turned around, Lynn saw Russell bearing down on him, a knife in his right hand, screaming, she's dead. Lynn described the ensuing struggle in detail, his defensive stance, blocking Russell's left-handed swing, grabbing the knife hand. As Russell pushed forward, they fell together.

Lynn returned to his camp, firing once to ensure the weapon was safe before stowing it out of harm's way. As he turned around, Lynn saw Russell bearing down on him, a knife in his right hand, screaming, she's dead. Lynn described the ensuing struggle in detail, his defensive stance, blocking Russell's left-handed swing, grabbing the knife hand. As Russell pushed forward, they fell together.

The knife pierced Russell's chest and the men rolled before Lynn got clear. Russell crawled a short distance before collapsing face down. By some extraordinary stroke of fate, Russell had fallen onto his own knife at precisely the perfect angle, the blade positioned laterally through his chest, just right of the sternum. Checking Russell's vital signs confirmed he was dead.

The knife pierced Russell's chest and the men rolled before Lynn got clear. Russell crawled a short distance before collapsing face down. By some extraordinary stroke of fate, Russell had fallen onto his own knife at precisely the perfect angle, the blade positioned laterally through his chest, just right of the sternum. Checking Russell's vital signs confirmed he was dead.