American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

Chapter 89 The Hound's Approval: The Possibility of Gaining a Partner

Snow and wind poured into the truck bed.

Suwei stood beside the tracked vehicle, clutching a hunting knife in his hand.

Just a few hours ago, he was a young man with 16 yuan in debt.

They would also feel sorry that the venison was ruined.

Now, with three million dollars to his name, everything has changed.

Suwei grabbed the deer's hind leg with one hand and flipped it over with force.

The frozen corpse was turned over.

Although he was mentally prepared, Su Wei's hand holding the knife still paused when he saw the wound again.

It's terrible.

.338 Lapua Magnum.

This caliber, when fitted with an armor-piercing projectile, is perfectly adequate even for engaging lightly armored targets.

Although this bullet had a regular bullet head.

But now, if you hit a deer, the effect is still about the same as if it were a cannonball.

The spine has disappeared from where the hind legs connect to the spine.

Instead, there was a hollow cavity that was open from front to back, and the surrounding muscle tissue was shaken into dark red flesh, mixed with white bone fragments.

"Not only bad, but also stupid."

Su Wei used the tip of his knife to pick up a piece of still-dripping flesh, a cold glint in his eyes.

For a hunter, the greatest sin is waste.

This sturdy male deer probably doesn't even yield 40 pounds of edible meat.

What's left is all useless bruised and rotten flesh.

The internal organs were almost completely damaged and inedible.

"Using that caliber to shoot deer is no different from using a cannon to blast fish."

I heard the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow behind me.

Blake walked over at some point, and finally lit the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth.

It looked like fresh smoke that had been dug out of the cabin.

He glanced at the horrific scene inside the truck bed, his expression unchanged.

He'd seen this kind of thing many times before.

"Stop being picky, if a person can't eat it, a dog can."

Blake casually chopped the axe into the stump, brushed the sawdust off his gloves, and turned to walk towards the back of the house.

"Come with me."

We bypassed the snow-covered main house.

Inside the wire fence in the backyard, several low, sturdy kennels lay in the shadows.

Before we even got close, a low tremor traveled through the ground.

"Waaah"

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That was a warning, a low growl from the throat of a wild beast, a declaration of territory.

"Shut up!"

Blake let out a roar, and the sound vanished instantly.

The old hunter stepped forward and pulled the latch, the iron gate making a screeching sound.

Su Wei followed behind, his pupils contracting slightly.

Four dark figures silently emerged from the shadows.

They are large, with bulging muscles beneath their fur, exuding power.

The crisscrossing scars on his body are all marks left from his life-or-death struggles with gray wolves and brown bears.

They are not the most famous working dogs of Alaska, but rather the breed named after Alaska, the Alaskan Malamute.

However, it is a native Alaskan mixed-breed hunting dog.

A breed of dog specifically bred through crossbreeding for hunting.

They possess the stamina of a Malamute, the bite force of a Pit Bull, and the speed and ferocity of a Wolfhound.

In this yard, they are at the top of the food chain.

They're also excellent at working with hunters in the wilderness!

Su Weigang stepped into the courtyard.

Swish!

Four pairs of cold, beastly eyes instantly locked onto him.

The lead dog was a huge black-backed male dog.

It lowered its forelimbs, the fur on its back stood up like steel needles, revealing its fangs, and a low growl was suppressed in its throat.

It was staring at Suvi's throat.

(Reference—These mixed-breed dogs are generally unnamed, hence the search for AI creation. Secondly, hunting dogs are mostly locally bred crossbreeds, with purebred dogs being rare, unless they are specific breeds of hunting dogs.)

Blake did not move.

He leaned against the door, watching coldly.

That's the rule here.

If you want to gain a foothold here, you have to earn the respect of these beasts yourself.

If you're a coward, even if Blake brings them in, you won't be able to touch these dogs.

In addition, Suwei was his apprentice.

He is also a true professional hunter.

A hunter cannot do without the help of his hunting dogs; without them, he has lost an arm.

He needs to see what Suwei will do.

How will he face this pack of real hunting dogs?

This is also a test.

Su Wei did not retreat.

In the past, that murderous aura alone would have been enough to make his legs go weak.

But now.

He had experienced real hunting and seen blood.

On the contrary, he remained extremely calm.

Secondly, at the edge of his line of sight, the pale blue [Beast Taming Module] icon was flashing slightly.

There are no special lighting effects.

But in Suwei's perception, the red lights that represented hostility in front of him were fading rapidly.

An invisible aura emanated from him.

The Animal Affinity feature of the Taming module took effect for the first time.

[Animal affinity: Reducing the sense of threat to wild animals makes it easier to gain their initial favor]

When faced with wild animals, one can initially reduce the sense of threat.

And this group of hounds belonging to Blake would become even easier.

Hunting dogs are very intelligent breeds.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to coordinate their efforts during the hunt.

Don't judge them based on preconceived notions.

They can understand who the enemy is and who the master is.

The German Shepherd couldn't help but sniff it carefully, tilting its head with a puzzled look.

It tastes like the same kind.

It's the aura of a leader.

Su Wei made a bold move.

He took off his gloves, revealing his unprotected right hand, and then slowly squatted down.

This leaves the vulnerable neck and hands completely exposed to the opponent's attack range.

Blake's fingers, holding the cigarette, trembled slightly.

This is insane!

The old hunter's eyes narrowed, and he was about to speak up to stop him.

next second.

The words he was about to say got stuck in his throat.

The black-backed male dog, which was ready to pounce, suddenly froze.

The fierce glint in its eyes became somewhat confused.

This human being exuded neither the sourness of fear nor the gunpowder of provocation.

On the contrary, it has a kind of aura that makes it feel at ease, and even makes it want to submit.

The male dog retracted its fangs.

It tilted its big head in confusion and tentatively approached Suwei's palm.

I sniffed it.

Two seconds later, a rough, wet tongue licked across Suwei's palm.

Then, it rubbed its huge head against Suwei's hand and swayed its tail tip slightly.

This subtle gesture of goodwill acts like a signal.

The remaining three dogs immediately surrounded them.

They didn't wag their tails like pet dogs; they just silently circled around Suvi and rubbed their bodies against his legs—a ritual for the hunting pack to welcome a new member.

"That's interesting."

Blake exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke blurring the surprise in his eyes.

"These beasts, they'd even try to bite the postman. Besides me, you're the first person who's been able to touch their heads right after meeting them."

Suwei rubbed the soft flesh behind the black-backed male dog's ear, and the dog squinted its eyes comfortably, even purring.

"Maybe it's because I was moving the deer and I smell of blood on me," Su Wei casually made up.

"fart."

Blake chuckled, his stiff old face finally becoming a little more lively. "The smell of blood will only excite them more, making them want to tear you apart and eat you."

"That's talent, kid." The old hunter looked at Suwei and said, "Some people are born to do this. Wild animals can smell what's in your bones."

Blake walked deeper into the kennel.

On the haystack in the corner, there was a slightly smaller female dog lying down.

It didn't get up; its belly was swollen high, and its breathing was somewhat heavy.

Blake crouched down, his movements unusually gentle.

His rough, large hand stroked the mother dog's forehead, checking her condition.

"This is Bella."

The old hunter turned around and looked at Suvi, who was interacting with the black-backed dog.

"The one with the most sensitive sense of smell in that nest is a master tracker."

"She's due to give birth in about two weeks."

Blake stood up, threw the cigarette butt into the snow, and stomped it out.

"If you really intend to settle down in this godforsaken place, your gun alone won't be enough."

"You need eyes that can see in the dark, and a comrade who will never betray you."

He pointed to the pregnant female dog.

"After the puppies are born and weaned, you can choose one yourself."

Su Wei paused in his movements.

He suddenly looked up at Blake.

A puppy of a top-quality Alaskan Malamute is extremely rare on the black market; even three thousand US dollars might not be enough to buy one.

But money isn't the point.

The key point is that this is about inheritance.

This was Blake's recognition of him, acknowledging that he was qualified to be a true hunter.

Su Wei did not refuse.

At this point, saying "it's too expensive" would seem hypocritical.

"real?"

"I never joke."

Blake locked the iron gate and strode toward the tracked vehicle. "Provided you can feed it. My dog ​​doesn't keep useless people or freeloaders."

"Don't worry, teacher."

Su Wei stood up, his eyes shining as he looked at the ferocious beasts inside the iron net, which had regained their cold and fierce appearance.

"It will become an excellent hunter on Kodiak Island."

"Marshmallow will have one more bodyguard, and I'll have one more pair of eyes."

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