The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 48 48. Men’s bloody nature

"What's the matter, Mr. Hubbard?"

Lin Feng turned around and asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just surprised at your decisiveness."

David put away his Winchester M70 and knew from the look in his eyes that he was going to look at his boss with admiration again.

Lin Feng smiled calmly, "If we don't act decisively, we will be in two. This thing can kill someone with its mouth."

David said with relief: "That's right, Boss. To be honest, I thought you would hide in the car and close the window just now. My impression of you is still the same as before."

"Hans Grando taught me something that night."

"What is it?"

"Men must be passionate."

It's a simple truth, but you can only truly understand it when you are in it.

When the wild boar ran towards him just now, Lin Feng knew he had to kill it instead of hiding in the car and waiting for others to deal with it.

The best way to shorten the growth process is to face the problem head on.

The wild boar became Lin Feng's first trophy, but the meat was not very good. Uncastrated male wild boars had a strong smell.

As David said, beef with higher nutritional value and better taste is very cheap locally. There is no need to go to the trouble of eating wild boar unless there is a famine.

The wild boar was lying on the ground, with blood streaming from its mouth and nose, and bleeding from its seven orifices, which is what it looked like.

There is no way to take the spoils back to the pasture. If they are thrown here, carnivores will come and eat them sooner or later. There seem to be vultures hovering in the sky. Those carrion birds can't wait to enjoy their delicious meal.

It was a good start for today's hunting trip. Within ten minutes, the two of them pulled the pickup truck out of the hole and prepared to continue.

This time it was David who drove the car. Lin Feng fell in love with the thrill of shooting. If he found a running prey, he planned to make an impromptu shot.

David handed over his M70. This is a sniper rifle with an effective range of 600 meters. It is also equipped with a high-precision scope. It is a good big toy for Lin Feng, a junior firearms user.

It has a completely different feel than the Mossberg. The M70’s walnut stock feels more textured in the hand.

The roar of the pickup truck frightened the animals in the forest into chaos. Let alone hunting, it would be difficult to see any living creatures at this rate.

Lin Feng suggested walking forward so as not to alert the enemy.

So they parked the car in an open area, took their firearms and tools and explored the pine-cedar forest on foot with their three dogs.

David became interested in a pile of excrement and asked him to come over and take a look.

Lin Feng immediately thought of Bear Grylls, wondering if the old man in front of him needed to supplement protein, and then told himself that all men would eat it.

"BOSS, this is white-tailed deer poop."

David said calmly, and Lin Feng asked how you knew.

"I work with wild animals all year round, and identifying their feces is a very practical skill."

"Normally, a wild boar's poop is like a croissant, a black bear's poop is like a pine nut pie, a moose's poop is like a large coffee bean, and a coyote's poop depends on how well they digest it. Sometimes..."

Lin Feng immediately interrupted him, otherwise he would not be able to look directly at the bread and pastries in the future.

David judged that the white-tailed deer had not gone far yet, because the feces was very moist, and it must have just been pooped out not long ago, and maybe it was eating nearby.

Lin Feng called Wayne and asked him to smell the coffee beans to see if he could provide any clues.

"Have you trained it?" David asked.

Lin Feng shook his head, "No, let's see if there are any miracles."

The miracle he meant was whether staying in the small world for a long time would develop the talent for hunting dogs.

After smelling the coffee beans, Wayne didn't have much reaction, but he started sniffing at the bushes.

The German Shepherd brothers followed Wayne, and the three dogs seemed to be the same.

Lin Feng and David followed behind with guns in hand. After about seven or eight hundred meters, Wayne stopped and growled in one direction.

Lin Feng felt that his prey was nearby, and David also looked around cautiously.

Finally, a white-tailed buck was spotted eating leaves.

According to Mongolian law, for the sake of the continuation of the deer herd, female deer are not allowed to be hunted.

David signaled the dogs to be quiet, and then asked Lin Feng in a low voice if he wanted a shot.

He was in good condition today. Lin Feng nodded and took the M70, raising the muzzle and slowly aiming. The guy had no idea that he had been targeted by the hunter, and was still chewing on the leaves leisurely.

The two dogs kept quiet sensibly, squatting aside and not breathing.

Lin Feng had never used this kind of gun before, and he finished loading the bullet with David's gestures.

In addition to the crosshairs and triangle in the center of the scope's field of view, there is also an arc with numbers in the lower left corner.

He didn't know the exact purpose of these symbols, but he just prepared to shoot with the mentality of trying them out.

Since the deer was crouched and grazing with its head down, there was little chance of hitting it with a shot.

David winked at him then and whistled a few seconds later.

Hearing the movement, the white-tailed deer subconsciously stood up to observe the situation.

Now, Lin Feng quickly pulled the trigger.

There was a dull sound, and almost at the same time, the white-tailed deer was hit and fell to the ground!

Before Lin Feng could celebrate, it stood up again and struggled to run out.

Judging from the white-tailed deer's fleeing posture, it must have been hit, but not to its vital points.

"Wayne!"

Lin Feng turned around and waved to the three dogs. Wayne understood and rushed out howling with the German Shepherd brothers.

The scene was a little shocking and made Lin Feng's blood boil.

"Good job, but still not good enough." David said with a smile.

The two men put on their backpacks and chased after him, but their speed was definitely not as fast as a dog.

The three guys soon lost sight of themselves, and could only hear the howling in front of them.

"BOSS, go this way."

David is experienced and knows how to catch up quickly.

Lin Feng followed behind, still holding the M70 rifle in his hand. This thing felt very good, and the shooting accuracy just now was also good.

After running for more than ten minutes, I finally found three dogs and a dying white-tailed deer by a stream.

Wayne bit down on its neck, and the German Shepherd brothers pressed down on it.

The whitetail deer was still twitching, but barely breathing.

"End your pain."

As he spoke, Lin Feng pulled the trigger and fired a shot at the white-tailed deer's head.

This is a big deal, venison is much more delicious than wild boar.

David came up and stuffed a handful of grass into the deer's mouth, explaining that it meant it would have something to eat in its next life.

Quite superstitious.

It seemed that venison freedom could be achieved today. If it weren't for the fact that the car was not with them, they could have continued hunting, but now they could only carry the prey on their backs and return.

Lin Feng took out his knife and cut off a deer hind leg and threw it to the three dogs as a reward.

The dogs started gnawing happily. All dogs living in pastoral areas do not eat raw meat. There are no pet dogs here.

Without saying a word, David grabbed the two front legs of the deer and carried it on his back. The look was quite funny. He looked more like an animal protector trying to save an injured deer.

“You know where the best whitetail deer is,” he asked.

Lin Feng thought for a while, "Deer leg?"

"No, it's deer heart. It's wrapped in fat from the belly and roasted over a fire. It's very delicious."

Sounds pretty good.

"I'm fat and strong, almost 120 pounds. I can eat for a while."

David is getting stronger and stronger, and he has no problem carrying a white-tailed deer weighing more than 100 kilograms on his back.

Lin Feng took the firearm and tool bag, called the dogs and prepared to find a car to go home.

(End of this chapter)