I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 15 Deer Hunting
The sun dyed the mountains red, and a fiery cloud spread over a hundred miles, indicating that tomorrow will be a good day.

Under the blazing clouds, a majestic elk, about six feet tall and weighing four hundred pounds, slowly stepped into the forest.

The deer's feet stepped heavily on the grass, and the soft green grass was immediately bent by the heavy hooves, juice splashed out, and the fragrance of grass filled the air.

From bottom to top, strong muscles spread across its thighs and torso. On its dark face, a pair of eyes full of fighting spirit were staring intently at the swaying antlers on the hillside. As the antlers swayed, it twisted from time to time, as if suppressing its surging anger.

As a male deer that had conquered all surrounding areas and was about to gain the sole mating right in the territory, he was surprised and angry at the appearance of a pair of unfamiliar antlers.

It was surprised that there were other males, and angry that the other party was provoking it so openly.

Its four-hundred-pound size meant it was destined to dominate this area. Creatures in estrus, even herbivores, would become violent and impulsive.

The elk raised its head and mooed loudly, and the sound seemed to be the mooing of a cow. Animals in nature are very pure. Judging from the deer's call coming from the distance, which is not heavy and powerful at all, and the antlers are far smaller than his own, which are wider, bigger and sharper than his own, the elk opposite him will definitely not be his opponent!

As long as this foolish stag is defeated, it will enjoy the right to reproduce in the days to come.

The elk began to kick up dirt with its hind legs, lowered its head slightly, and leveled its antlers – a fighting stance.

Powerful hoof strikes are also a form of attack for elk. Now it becomes the driving force for forward movement. With a loud roar, the burly elk charges towards the hillside!
Da da da, da da da

The deer's powerful hooves stirred up the soil as it ran, and each step was as dull as the beating of a drum. Luc, who was squatting in the weeds, held his breath and watched the other party rush towards the trap he had dug.

One hundred steps, fifty steps, twenty steps
The elk's speed is getting faster and faster, showing its most primitive wildness. The male deer rushing freely in the mountains is really a breathtaking picture. Unfortunately, that's all!
When the elk's front hooves stepped into the trap, its amazing speed became a fatal flaw. The elk's entire body lost balance instantly because of the loss of its front hooves. The extremely fast speed made it unable to brake, and its hundreds of pounds of weight instantly crushed it.

Boom!

A huge roar accompanied by the rising dust, and waves of miserable and panicked howling replaced the previous roar, spreading from the deep pit.
"Oh, thank God!"

Luc stood up excitedly. Although he didn't believe in religion at all, he couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Luc has built many buildings, but he has never been so happy as he is now.

To be fair, Luc had never expected to hunt such a majestic elk. Come on, it was a 400-pound deer!
Excluding bones and blood, nearly 300 pounds of venison were produced.

Three hundred pounds. As long as it is processed properly and some wild fruits are stored, it will no longer be a luxury to get through this winter smoothly.

Luke laughed and drew out his cross sword. The night was long and dreams were many, so he had to kill the sika deer quickly.

Luke, in high spirits, had just run a few steps when something unexpected happened.

In this ten-foot-deep pit that had been dug for three days and from which ordinary wild animals could not escape, this red deer with a sprained front hoof unexpectedly jumped out of the pit right in front of Luc!

This stag, undoubtedly the strongest in the area, just showed up and saw Luc holding a sword. Without a second thought, he turned and ran. ".Damn it!!"

Luc's eyes widened. He had never seen such a strange thing before. This phenomenon was comparable to being hit on the head with a mace and then resurrected.

These thoughts happened in a flash. Almost the next second after the sika deer escaped, Luc reacted immediately and chased after it!
How could I let the prey I had caught escape? What difference would it make if the cooked duck flew away this time?
In this way, a two-legged upright creature holding a shining cross sword and a male elk standing on three hooves began a chase in the mountains and forests.

Why is it said that three hooves landed on the ground? That's because one of the elk's hooves was severely sprained. Although it was not hanging in the air, it limped every time it landed. This also gave Luc the confidence to chase it. Otherwise, he would be crazy to use his two feet to chase four hooves.

The desire to survive stimulated the sika deer's potential. Even though its center of gravity was unstable, it still left Luke far behind. However, Luke was like a lingering devil. No matter how it ran, it could not get rid of Luke's pursuit.

Of course, its simple brain didn't know that the reason why Luc could hold on to it tightly was not only because its speed had decreased, but also because its unique three-hoof footprints were extremely special. They were unique in the mountains. Every time Luc was about to lose it, he would lie on the ground and carefully identify its footprints, and he would always be able to find its direction and continue to stick to it.

But even so, Luc, who was chasing, still regretted that if he had known it would turn out like this, he should have brought little Charlie out. With the hunting dog's keen sense of smell, no matter how much you run, it will be useless unless you get rid of it completely!
Animals cannot match human endurance.

Just like humans can't match their speed.

In nature, except for humans, no other creature can run around you for an hour or two without any hurry.
The hunting method, which could almost be called torture, finally caused the elk to collapse. It eventually collapsed to the ground in a forest with its limbs limp and foaming at the mouth.

Soon, Luc arrived at the scene, sweating profusely. This man, who had been chasing the enemy for an hour and a half, stood with his sword in hand, breathing heavily.

"..really..really can run. Damn..I'm so tired."

After digging holes all day, learning deer calls all afternoon, and running all night, Luc's physical strength was almost at its limit. Sweat dripped down from the top of his head, staining his eyelashes and beard.

Luke suppressed his fatigue, walked forward and stabbed the stag to death with a sword, then went to the river to take a big gulp of water, rested for a while, and then started to transport the elk away.

Hunting elk is not easy, and bringing them back to the cabin is even more difficult.

A weight of four hundred pounds was simply not something Luc could lift with human power.

After thinking for a moment, Luke walked back to the cabin, took out an axe, chopped some vines, released little Charlie, and used some remaining wooden boards to make a simple cart. It was called a cart, but in fact it used wooden boards to reduce friction and there was no pulley at all.

Although the elk led Luc to run a long circle, it was actually not very far from the wooden house in a straight line from beginning to end. Luc took a lot of effort to get the elk's body onto the cart. The process made Luc's muscles sore and he sweated profusely.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, Luc, carrying a rope across his shoulder, followed by little Charlie's barking, did not return to the cabin exhausted until the moon was high in the sky.

Luc placed the sika deer on the left side of the cabin, and then rushed back into the house like a zombie and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)