American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Sue added some wood to the fireplace to maintain the fire and the temperature inside the house.

He sat down by the fireplace and stretched out his hands to roast them.

I want warmth to dispel the chill in my body.

On the carpet at my feet, a white shadow is going berserk.

The marshmallow rolled around wildly, making a mess of its fur, which was covered in ice crystals, on the carpet.

It kept making soft whimpering noises, clearly frightened by the awful weather outside, and only this house filled with the scent of wood could make it feel safe.

Once my body calmed down, I no longer felt that frozen sensation.

Su Weicai picked up the heavy bucket of water and headed towards the kitchen.

The cotton candy kept circling the bucket, sticking its little head out to see the catch.

"Don't rush, we'll have our feast tonight."

Suwei changed into soft cotton slippers.

Gently push the playful marshmallow away with your foot.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the harvest in the bucket.

That eight-pound Arctic fennel was a big guy; keeping it to make smoked dried fish would be a great way to store up food.

Tonight's main course is the five-pound rainbow trout, plus two three-spined fish for added flavor.

On such a cold day, nothing is more comforting than a bowl of hot soup.

The boning knife was pulled from the knife holder, slicing through the light with a cold gleam.

Su Wei reached into the cold bucket, precisely grabbed the rainbow trout's gills, lifted it up and slammed it onto the cutting board, then struck the fish's head hard with the back of the knife.

The entire set of movements was clean and crisp.

"rustle--"

As the scraper moved, silvery-white fish scales flew out like snowflakes.

Remove the internal organs, scrape off the black membrane, and chop it into several pieces.

The marshmallow couldn't wait any longer.

Its two front paws were on Suwei's legs, and it was desperately tiptoeing. Its wet little nose was sniffing around, and drool was dripping from the corners of its mouth.

"Go, get a bowl."

Suwei gently patted its forehead with the back of his wet knife.

The little guy immediately landed, darted to the corner like lightning, ran back with its stainless steel food bowl in its mouth, and threw it at Suwei's feet.

A crisp "clang" sounded.

Then it sat obediently, its fluffy tail sweeping the floor behind it clean.

Suwei cut off a piece of the plump fish belly and threw it into the small pot next to him to cook.

In the wilderness, where medical care and medicine are scarce, eating cooked food is safer.

After settling the little one in, Suwei started working on her own task.

He heated the wok to melt the lard. The snow-white fat quickly turned into liquid, and an overpowering aroma of meat exploded out, filling the nostrils.

Heat the oil to 70% of its maximum temperature, then add the fish pieces.

"Sizzle—!"

The cracking sound was particularly loud in the quiet wooden house.

White smoke rose from the kitchen, followed by an enticing aroma of caramelization.

Su Wei shook the pot handle to prevent the fish skin from sticking to the pot.

Once the fish skin was fried until both sides were golden brown and slightly charred, and the oil inside started to seep out, he knew that the crucial step had arrived.

If this step is done correctly, the fish soup will turn as white as milk.

Su Wei picked up the kettle that had been boiling and poured the boiling water into the oil pan.

"Splash!"

White steam billowed out, and the pot instantly boiled.

When clear oil and boiling water collide, the soup immediately turns milky white and thick.

He put the lid on the pot, turned up the heat, and added only a few slices of ginger and a handful of dried scallion segments.

Ten minutes later, the savory aroma filled the entire room, even overpowering the smell of burning wood in the fireplace.

The marshmallow frantically tugged at his trouser leg with its paws, letting out a low growl of possessiveness.

Su Wei lifted the lid of the pot. The broth inside was already quite thick, and the golden fish pieces were faintly visible in the milky white soup.

He sprinkled it with salt and white pepper, and finally tossed in a handful of chopped green onions.

The green and white colors look appetizing.

First, I served a portion of marshmallows, then poured a spoonful of unsalted thick soup over them.

The little guy buried his head in the bowl, eating noisily, without even lifting his head.

Su Wei filled a large bowl to the brim.

He took his bowl and sank into the armchair in front of the fireplace.

Outside the window, the blizzard was still pounding against the glass like a madman, emitting a shrill, howling sound.

But at this moment, the sound sounds more like the accompaniment to impotent rage.

Su Wei leaned closer to the bowl and blew away the oil on top.

A sip of hot soup.

It was a scorching hot line of fire that burned its way down the esophagus into the stomach, where it exploded into a small sun in the center of the abdomen.

fresh.

It was so fresh it made your scalp tingle.

The slight spiciness of white pepper stimulates the tip of the tongue, and all the pores on the body open up.

Su Wei let out a long breath and slumped onto the sofa.

He picked up a piece of fish, and with a gentle touch of his chopsticks, the garlic-clove-shaped fish meat fell off the bone.

Upon tasting, the fish skin is crispy and soft, soaking up the broth, while the fish meat is so tender that it hardly needs chewing, melting into a sweet and savory flavor on the tongue.

[Ding! You have enjoyed a perfectly creamy rainbow trout soup.]

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This is exactly what he wanted.

He finished the bowl of soup, even chewing and swallowing the chopped scallions at the bottom.

Su Wei felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and the chill that had seeped into his bones was completely expelled.

He put down the bowl and glanced at the cotton candy that was still licking its paws and washing its face.

The room was peaceful.

But he knew very well that this was the calm before the storm.

Su Wei turned his head and his gaze fell on the shelf on the wall.

There was a black rifle hanging there.

He got up and walked over, his fingertips tracing the cold walnut stock, then firmly gripped the gun and took it off.

Browning rifle.

His old partner.

And the .30-06 Hornady shotgun.

150 grains of heavy ammunition.

These bullets are specifically designed for North American behemoths; whether it's an 800-pound red deer or the even more frightening Kodiak brown bear, they're all the same in this caliber.

The gun was heavy, and its weight in my hand gave me peace of mind.

A flannel cloth stained with oil was spread out on the coffee table, with a bottle of gun oil and a cleaning rod next to it.

"Click."

The sound of pulling the bolt was crisp and pleasant.

He removed the bolt and inspected the firing pin and locking lug.

Although it is well-maintained, when dealing with a behemoth weighing several hundred kilograms, any negligence is tantamount to playing with one's life.

He hadn't checked it for four or five days.

Proper maintenance and inspection are both necessary.

A drop of gun oil was applied to the guide rail.

The cleaning rod was inserted into the gun barrel, bringing out a little gunpowder residue.

Reassemble, pull the bolt again, the movement is as smooth as silk.

Su Wei pulled a row of bullets from the ammunition box.

.30-06 Hornady shotgun shell. 150-grain heavy round.

Once this type of bullet penetrates flesh, it will open up like flower petals, causing terrible damage.

Each shot is expensive.

But what he's after is tens of thousands of dollars on the move.

A deal that's guaranteed to make a profit.

He used his thumb to press the bullets into the magazine one by one.

The resistance transmitted by the spring is proof of the accumulation of power.

One round loaded, three rounds in reserve.

For that buck, one shot was enough.

What remains is to leave room for possible unforeseen events.

Su Wei raised his gun, placed it on his shoulder, and pressed it to his cheek.

He squinted and looked out the window through the high-magnification scope, the crosshairs cutting through the pitch-black night.

Although we can't see anything right now.

But he could almost see the huge stag, panting heavily, standing in the snow in the U-shaped valley.

Those exaggerated antlers were both its pride and its destiny.

My finger rests lightly on the outside of the trigger guard.

Suvi's breathing became long and even, his heartbeat slowed down, and he entered a kind of hunting rhythm.

"tomorrow."

He uttered two words softly.

"Click".

Close the insurance.

He was just waiting to see if fate would give him that opportunity.

Will the snowstorm stop?