Grrmpf. Okay -- the genius suggestion to stop my damned militia from carrying food has indeed solved the problem of idiot dorfs stuffing leftovers into their footlockers after training (leading to hideous miasmas and piles of rotten foodstuffs that nobody seems to want to clean up.) Points to you guys.
My next question: how the blazes do I convince newly recruited militiamen to become marksdwarfs?
Let's take Urist Kikrostarros for example. Recruited to the Laborious Lines, he duly collected his armour, his crossbow, his quiver and his ammo. Unlike his fellow Lines, however, Urist didn't like shooting at the target next to the barracks. Mostly he just ignored it.
Eventually he became a 'Recruit', which I took as a good sign. But he still showed no sign of learning to shoot.
At last, my hunter came back in a panic. He'd seen a 'saltwater crocodile' down by the river. I figured this was a good opportunity to put the Laborious Lines into the field and give 'em some experience. Urist was the first one to arrive, armour, crossbow, quiver, bolts and all.
He stood there staring at the crocodile. The crocodile looked back at him. Long moments passed... and then, without warning, Urist leapt into the fray.
There was a blur of hideous activity, and then came the announcement: "Urist Kikrostarros has become a wrestler!"
Just milliseconds later, another announcement followed: "Urist Kikrostarros has been struck down!"
And indeed, only the crocodile lumbered away from that desperate, fearful, (unbelievably stupid) wrestling match. Minutes later, the rest of the Laborious Lines arrived, and in a hail of badly directed crossbow fire, they peppered the landscape with expensive bolts, and finally put enough holes in the crocodile to declare it dead.
Of course, I immediately recruited a replacement for dear, departed Urist. His name is Led Uzolabir, and from the first moment he picked up his shiny new crossbow, he knew he was a Pikedwarf.
Help!