American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Chapter 83 The Bottom Line of the Hunt, .300 Winchester Magnum (Bonus Chapter)

The tracked vehicle rolled over the thick snow, making a sickening squeaking sound.

The vehicle shook violently.

Blake held the steering wheel with one hand and pointed to the storage compartment behind the seat with the other.

There was an engineering plastic box stuck there, with its edges and corners severely worn.

"Open it."

Blake stared at the snowy road ahead, his foot on the accelerator not loosening even slightly.

Suwei turned to the side and untied the net bag.

The box is very heavy.

It's very generous in portion size.

The two metal latches popped open with a crisp sound.

Su Wei lifted the lid of the box.

A matte black rifle lay quietly in high-density sponge.

The stock is made of walnut wood and is covered with tiny scratches, all marks left from walking through the forest.

The barrel was thick and heavy, emitting the distinctive, cool smell of gun oil.

Winchester M70.

"Classic style".

Su Wei ran his fingers over the cold barrel of the gun, feeling its solid texture.

"I've used this gun for ten years."

Blake's voice came through the engine roar.

"It was fitted with a heavy barrel, and the caliber is .300 Winchester Magnum."

Su Wei raised an eyebrow slightly.

This caliber is more than enough to shoot black-tailed deer.

This thing is usually used to deal with big animals like adult brown bears or moose.

If it hits the torso, the enormous kinetic energy will instantly tear apart the internal organs, paralyzing the prey on the spot.

"I don't want to see that bastard still able to run on his feet."

Blake seemed to have guessed Suwei's idea and tossed him a heavy canvas ammunition pouch.

Su Wei caught it.

Unzip the zipper.

Twelve gleaming yellow bullets were neatly arranged.

The warhead has a red polymer tip, representing excellent ballistic coefficient and spread.

In addition, a long, cylindrical scope was also found inside the box.

Zeiss four times fixed magnification.

Simple and durable, unlike those variable magnification sights that are prone to inaccuracy due to impacts.

Su Wei skillfully inserted the scope into the guide rail and tightened the screws.

Click.

Pull the bolt back, check the rifling, and lock it.

Although the Hunting Module does not directly provide firearms proficiency, his previous shooting training has made him familiar with this mechanical structure.

"Tell me about that guy."

Su Wei placed the gun horizontally on his knees, his finger lightly resting on the outside of the trigger guard.

Once you've taken the gun, you need to know whose body you're going to put the bullet in.

Blake lit a cigarette.

The car window rolled down a crack, and the smoke was instantly drawn away by the negative pressure.

"A week ago, the incompetent people in the Fisheries and Hunting Bureau received a report."

Blake exhaled a smoke ring, his words laced with disgust.

"Seven or eight black-tailed deer carcasses were found in the woods to the south."

"They were all headless corpses."

Su Wei paused for a moment as he adjusted the straps.

Only the head? For the antlers.

"more than."

Blake swerved sharply to avoid a snow-covered tree stump.

The car suddenly lurched.

"Besides the antlers, the heart and liver were also removed, and the male deer had its whip cut off."

"The remaining hundreds of pounds of meat were just left to rot in the snow."

Su Wei pursed her lips.

On this island, wasting meat is a serious crime.

For a true hunter, this is blasphemy.

Taking only the most valuable parts and discarding the bulky flesh is a typical commercial poaching tactic.

"Those idiots in the enforcement team think this is just a hunter who can't take the prey away for the time being, and that he will probably save the meat and come back to take it later."

Blake sneered, the cigarette butt glowing intermittently.

"They didn't pay attention until two days later when they discovered that the bodies were still there."

"It wasn't until then that we realized it was a group of poachers. We staked out for two days, but didn't find a single one."

"Until the day before the blizzard."

Blake took a deep drag on his cigarette until the butt burned the filter.

He flicked the cigarette butt out the window.

"Another body has been found."

"A doe."

"His stomach was cut open."

Blake's voice suddenly turned low.

"That doe is pregnant."

The only sound inside the carriage was the crunching of the tracks crushing the snow.

Su Wei's fingers tightened instinctively around the gun.

The knuckles are turning white.

Shooting a pregnant doe, just to take a little bit of its entrails, leaves two lives, one big and one small, on the snow.

"That bastard didn't leave."

Blake gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging.

"The blizzard was so heavy, but he stayed in the woods."

"They've been killing all along."

"Snow hare, thunderbird, fox—as long as they're alive, no matter how big or small, if he sees them, it's a shot."

"He wasn't hunting at all."

"This is torture."

Blake slammed his hand on the steering wheel, and the horn emitted a short, piercing whine.

"Those office-bound cowards from the Fish and Hunting Bureau retreated to town because of the blizzard."

"They said the weather was too bad, the rescue helicopters couldn't take off, and the search dogs couldn't smell anything."

"Fuck this awful stuff."

The old hunter's eyes were filled with anger.

"By the time the snow stopped, that bastard would have vanished without a trace."

"Since those useless people who take taxpayers' money don't dare to go into the mountains."

Blake turned his head and stared intently at Suwei.

"Then let's go."

Suwei did not speak.

He simply opened the magazine silently.

The first bullet was loaded.

Click.

The sound of the copper casing rubbing against the steel chamber.

At this moment, this voice is more useful than any words.

Five thousand US dollars.

In addition, there will be a reduction in commission for every subsequent transaction.

This deal is a great deal.

But now, Su Wei feels that there seems to be something else involved besides money.

An instinctive aversion to rule-breakers, as a predator.

In this wilderness.

You can kill, for survival, for food, or even for money.

But you cannot trample on it at will.

That's the bottom line.

"rest assured."

Su Wei filled the magazine and chambered the round.

Insurance checkpoint.

The movements were swift and decisive.

"Just let me see him."

"He can't escape."

Outside the car window.

The blizzard has completely stopped.

The long-awaited sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the rolling mountains.

It should have been a beautiful snow scene.

At this moment, however, it seemed particularly glaring to Su Wei.

On the pristine white snowfield, even the slightest stain will be magnified infinitely.

The tracked vehicle roared up a high slope.

Ahead lies the birch forest area mentioned in the intelligence report.

The white tree trunk stretches straight towards the sky, while the black branches intertwine.

"Three kilometers to go."

Blake slowed down.

The engine's roar turned into a low, labored breathing sound.

"Bring out the thermal imaging camera."

"In this kind of weather, the heat radiation from a person's body shines like a light bulb from hundreds of meters away."

Su Wei put down his gun and took the black square box from the side of his backpack.

MK-3 military thermal imaging.

He pressed the power button.

The screen lit up with a green glow.

The self-test takes five seconds to start.

Just then.

Suwei caught a glimpse of something moving at the edge of the woods on his right.

That wasn't caused by the wind; it was the unique movement trajectory of a living creature.

"parking."

Su Wei gave a low shout.

Blake reacted extremely quickly, slamming on the brakes.

The tracked vehicle slid two meters on the snow and came to a steady stop.

Thermal imaging is not required.

It can be seen with the naked eye.

At the bottom of the snow slope, less than fifty meters from the front of the vehicle.

A black-tailed deer rushed out.

It ran in a stumbling, unsteady manner.

It lacks the agility that deer should possess.

"Bang!"

The deer fell on the snow, splashing up a cloud of snow powder.

It struggled to stand up.

Su Wei saw it clearly.

It was a fully grown male deer.

The head that should have had magnificent antlers now only had two bloody cuts.

Dark red blood flowed down its cheeks, staining most of its neck red.

But this is not the fatal blow.

Its left hind leg.

That position exhibits a twisted, reversed joint.

The bone fragments pierced through the skin and flesh, sticking out and looking glaringly white.

It was directly blasted apart by a large-caliber bullet.

Even with such severe injuries.

Its survival instinct still drove it to frantically paddle through the snow, trying to get away from the woods behind it.

White steam billowed from its nostrils, and it let out a pitiful "yoo-yoo" cry.

The bloodstains were bright red.

It did not solidify.

It was still steaming.

This means the person who fired the shot was nearby.

Even—right there in the woods, watching this scene unfold.

Su Wei felt a chill run up his spine to the back of his head.

He could sense that the person was in the woods behind the deer.

"It seems we don't need to look anymore."

Su Wei grabbed the Winchester rifle from his knee.

Push the door open.

get off.

A biting wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept over us.

He raised his gun and looked through the 4x scope at the desolate birch forest.

The crosshair was locked on the depths of those intertwined tree shadows.

"teacher."

Suwei's voice was very soft and was easily dispersed by the wind.

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