The sun was high up and its glare was blinding, but it didn't deter the crowd from the challenge. It actually boosted their competitive spirits even more.
To the organizers' luck, they were blessed with flock after flock of ducks flying around the area that day.
Everyone was having their grand old time, exchanging notes whilst aiming their rifles on the flying birds.
A few villagers came in to help the visitors gather all the fallen ducks from the sky.
Later, after their hunting party, they would segregate the ducks according to the bullets to tally who got the most ducks.
The thick human barrier of security detail guarded the king and the gun club president at a close distance.
Some members would often join them for a brief conversation and would then go back to their own places because the members were more invested in their sport than rubbing elbows with the king so they didn't pester him that much.
