American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

When Suwei emerged from the tent, it was just beginning to get light.

After a good night's sleep, thanks to yesterday's delicious food and the special buff effect brought by the life module, I slept soundly.

He slept soundly through the night, and the fatigue and exhaustion of yesterday gradually faded away.

I was also lucky to get a good night's sleep.

Su Wei ripped open the tent zipper, and a blast of cold air mixed with the smell of grass and trees rushed in, instantly clearing his head.

There was only one decision last night.

Downhill.

With nearly ten thousand US dollars worth of goods in hand, every extra moment spent in these mountains increases the risk.

Su Wei unscrewed the thermos and took a big gulp of hot water.

A warm current rushed into my stomach, barely dispelling the chill in my body.

He exhaled a puff of white breath and rubbed his face vigorously.

His mind started racing, planning how to get back to Ming.

The campsite is not far from the road where the parking is located, but it requires crossing two mountains and then passing through a spruce forest.

It would take four or five hours to walk there empty-handed.

In addition, he did not drive here, but went up the mountain directly from the back of the cabin.

This is a narrow road, impassable for vehicles.

As for why they didn't drive to the highway and then go up the mountain...

the reason is simple.

Who would have thought that he had only been on the mountain for two short days?

They actually reaped an unimaginable amount of spoils.

The Devil's Claw, worth at least eight thousand, and the successful activation of the hunting module, along with a less-than-successful Blacktail Deer hunt.

It was also his first hunt in his life.

Not counting the original owner's memories.

This was an action that had exceeded his expectations.

Originally, he expected this trip up the mountain to be just a rehearsal.

To prepare for the future.

For example, collect some plants that look decent.

Then hunt a snow hare or a thunderbird?

However, no one expected this.

Nature favored him so much.

Therefore, Suwei had no choice but to halt his operations.

I started thinking about how to safely carry my catch down the mountain.

If you return directly from the same route, it will take about four hours just to walk back.

But he's not empty-handed now.

A devil's claw weighing over thirty pounds, a salted deerskin, a large backpack stuffed with things, and dozens of pounds of deer meat hanging from a tree.

What's worse, he buried at least thirty pounds of meat at the place where he killed the deer yesterday.

This meat is worth several hundred dollars.

If we can get it back, we must get it back.

If that doesn't work, prioritize protecting the Devil's Claw and your current gains.

Su Wei quickly calculated in his mind.

First, we went to get the meat, returned to the camp, packed up everything, and carried the weight down the mountain.

The whole process takes at least ten hours.

This means that even if he sets off early in the morning, it will be dark by the time he returns.

Walking a long way at night in Alaska, covered in the smell of blood?

That's not seeking survival, that's courting death.

It's like telling all the big prey that there's a mobile buffet here.

As long as you work hard, you can eat your fill.

"no."

Su Wei immediately rejected the plan, saying it was too risky.

Shipped in batches?

First, send the valuable Devil's Claw and venison down the mountain, then come back to get the equipment.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

A round trip takes a day, and it takes two days to move everything.

It takes too much time; leaving the campsite and equipment here alone is like delivering takeout to passing wild animals.

The risks are also very high!

He walked to the spruce tree with the bear pouch hanging from it and looked up at the heavy shadow in the air.

We must take everything with us in one go.

This weight is beyond the limit of what a person can carry on their back.

unless……

He can find a vehicle.

A word became clear in his mind.

sled.

He was thinking of the most primitive and rudimentary cargo sleds, which North American Indians and early settlers called Travois.

It is an extremely primitive tool.

Suwei looked around and his gaze fell on the woods at the edge of the camp.

What's abundant here is wood.

Making a simple sled isn't difficult, but it requires both tools and physical strength.

He pulled out his equipment.

A folding saw, a hunting knife, and a small entrenching tool.

The tool is usable.

He rummaged through his bag and pulled out some beef jerky, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it vigorously to restore his energy.

Now is the time to prioritize efficiency, not to prepare a fancy wilderness meal.

Suwei was prepared to beg for food in the wilderness, so he should have the necessary qualities.

Marshmallow seemed to sense his sudden focus, and quietly squatted down to the side, tilting her head to look at him.

After swallowing the food in a few bites, Suwei pulled out a can and opened it for the marshmallow.

Then he grabbed a folding saw and an entrenching tool and plunged into the woods.

He needs two long, sturdy wooden poles to serve as the keel rails for the sled.

It must be at least two meters long and seven or eight centimeters in diameter, and it must be sturdy but not too heavy.

Ideally, the spruce or birch should be straight and without many knots.

Once the scanning capability of the data collection module is activated, he can see through the snow and perceive the internal condition of the trees.

He stopped in front of a straight birch forest.

"Snap!"

The folding saw bit into the cold tree trunk, making a piercing sound.

In temperatures below -10 degrees Celsius, the wood is hard and brittle, making each pull extremely difficult.

Su Wei simply took off his thick coat, leaving only a thermal undershirt.

Soon, steam rose from his forehead, and the white mist he exhaled swirled in front of his eyes.

This was a feeling he could never have experienced while typing on a keyboard in an office in his previous life.

Here, every bit of effort you put in will bring you tangible rewards.

He liked this feeling.

Be grounded, comfortable, and live for yourself.

Instead of working overtime every day and listening to the boss's nagging and manipulation.

Saw it down, clear away the branches, and then cut it off.

After repeating the process twice, he dragged the two straight wooden poles, each over two meters long, to the front of the camp.

Next comes the crossbeam.

He then cut five or six short wooden poles, each about one meter long.

By the time all the materials were piled up on the open ground, the sun had already risen, and the light filtered through the leaves, casting shimmering shadows on the snow.

Suwei sat on the wooden pole, drew his hunting knife, and began the final processing.

He used the back of his knife to scrape off the bark from one side of the two long wooden poles, so that the friction would be less when they slid on the snow.

Then, he had to cut a groove every thirty centimeters on the inside of the long wooden pole to place the crossbeam.

This is a delicate task.

The original Su Wei had never met him before, but the original owner was a native Alaskan Chinese.

Basic carpentry was the skill he relied on for survival.

Here, human effort trumps everything.

His hands were very steady, and the hunting knife in his hand cut the wood with precision.

Wood chips flew around, and neat grooves of roughly the same depth and width appeared on the wooden pole.

Cotton Candy curiously came closer and sniffed the wood shavings that smelled of wood, only to sneeze loudly.

Its snow-white fur was blown up by a sneeze, turning into a fluffy ball that was incredibly cute.

Su Wei wasn't in the mood to play with the cotton candy; he was focused on the depth and angle of the groove.

He brought up the ballistic trajectory guide function and used it to calibrate the depth and angle of the groove.

He is developing all sorts of strange uses for the system's functions.

After all the grooves were cut, he inserted the short wooden poles one by one.

The prototype of a sled was thus created.

The final step is to fix it.

He took out a small loop of nylon rope and began tying each connection point.

He used a knot called a square knot, which can lock two crossed sticks together and tighten the more you pull it.

His fingers began to stiffen slightly in the cold wind, but his movements remained nimble.

The rope was wrapped around, tightened, and knotted.

Once the last knot was tied, a simple cargo sled, two meters long and one meter wide, was ready and lay securely on the snow.

It looks rough, even a bit ugly.

But every connection is very sturdy.

【Ding! 】

A mechanical voice rang in his mind.

[For the first time, you independently created a complex and practical object in a wilderness environment using limited tools.]

Your survival skills and practical abilities have been proven.

[Life Module Experience +50!]

【Life Skills Module lv2 (83/300)】

Congratulations! You have unlocked a new skill in the construction branch: "Basic Carpentry".

[Basic Woodworking LV1: You have a basic understanding of wood structure. When using simple tools for woodworking activities, efficiency is slightly increased by 5%, and the sturdiness of the finished product is slightly increased by 5%.]

Su Wei was stunned for a moment, and knowledge about basic carpentry and various types of wood suddenly flooded into his mind.

After he finished absorbing it, a smile appeared on his face.

What an unexpected bonus!

The life skills module can even help him learn skills!

He stood up, stretched his stiff back, tied a long nylon rope to the front of the sled to act as a pull rope, and tried to pull it.

The sled glided smoothly on the snow, even more smoothly than he had expected.

Successful.

Next, loading the cargo.

The heavy, salted deerskin was folded and laid at the bottom.

The huge backpack was placed in the middle.

The 30-plus-pound Devil Claws were packed into several bags and stacked securely around the backpack.

Finally, he untied the bear bag from the tree, carried down the dozens of pounds of venison, and loaded it all onto the sled.

The entire sled was piled up to the brim, like a moving hill.

Suwei estimated that the total weight was at least over two hundred pounds.

He clapped his hands, looked at his masterpiece, and a strong sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

This sense of accomplishment was even more real and intense than when he completed a multi-million dollar project in his previous life.

Because this thing is related to his life and fortune.

It also relates to whether he can keep that piece of land.

He glanced at the sky; the sun had already passed its zenith and was beginning to slant westward.

time is limited.

Without further delay, he slung his light assault pack over his shoulder, grabbed a rifle in one hand and an entrenching tool in the other, and shouted to Cotton Candy:

"Let's go, Cotton Candy, go get the rest of our stuff."

With the sled, he would bring all his spoils home at once.