Follow the gun.

In my misspent youth I used to shoot as a lot of youths did: long before boys became indoor gamers and being seen with an airgun got police helicopters and armed marksmen on your tail.

Sometimes dare I say it, I used to shoot on land that didn't belong to me without permission. If I wanted to shoot mountain hare for example I would have to dismantle the rifle and scope, pack it up carefully, walk seven miles, then reassemble the gun.

At that point it HAD to be resighted. Just screwing it together again was no good as the sights would be inevitably be way off. To resight you had to take several shots to the extent that I had to eventually give up using the scope and revert to mechanical sights to be reasonably accurate.

So ...imagine the boy. First the gun has to be dismantled...then carried to the roof, then reassembled: no crucial opportunity to resight at all...but then at his first and only shot with scope sights no less gets a miraculously near perfect vertical in from that distance.

Then, despite all the chaos, he does what? There's still no sign of a gun bag, there's still only a rucksack carried by the figure on the roof ...so we are to believe with all this chaos beneath him, he actually sat and dismantled the gun then carefully re-stowed it in the backpack before running off, dropping off the building and heading away from the scene of the crime.

The rifle is then found later in some woods...again it seems, reassembled?

-It strikes me there's something rather incredible about all that. Always possible but you would need lady luck to be kissing your arse at multiple points to get there.


Questions... questions ...