Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

There were no shockingly bloody scenes...

Experienced hunters do not deliberately slit arteries when processing prey in pursuit of visual stimulation.

Although Henry was not a seasoned hunter, with the careful guidance of several experienced hunters, he only needed to carefully follow James's instructions to make the cuts and there would be no major problems.

In reality, true hunters have become extremely rare in America today, almost to the point of extinction.

Instead, a large number of tourists with no hunting experience entered the hunting grounds solely in pursuit of thrills...

These so-called "hunters," led by professional guides, rely on modern technology rather than traditional skills to track their prey.

Their task was simplified to aiming at the target and pulling the trigger.

This is understandable, as the profession of hunter is destined to gradually fade from the historical stage with the progress of the times.

Hunting, as an experiential activity, has become an alternative way of preserving hunter culture.

This wasn't a bad thing; Henry had also considered participating in some legal hunting activities.

However, after experiencing it firsthand, he discovered that those professional hunting tours that were touted as amazing were actually nothing special.

Take wild boar as an example. This animal, which has become a pest in the United States, has become the target of most hunters.

There are no seasonal restrictions; hunting can be done year-round.

They also do not protect cubs, and allow them to be shot regardless of size or whether they are pregnant.

There is nothing inherently wrong with using wild boars as unrestricted prey.

However, wild boars are nocturnal animals, while tour groups often organize hunting trips during the day...

It's absolutely absurd!

"Pfft"

With a muffled thud, the wild boar's trachea was successfully cut open;

Due to the imbalance of internal and external air pressure, the internal air is forced to be expelled.

As the air currents surged, tiny blood bubbles kept emerging from the wound.

Although there was no horrifying scene of blood splattering or gushing, the sight was still quite a shock to Henry, who rarely encountered bloodshed.

After Liam and the others took over the follow-up work, it took Henry a long time to calm down and try to erase the scene from his mind.

"Haha, well done!"

Mr. Henry, this is what a noble son of our Anssa tribe should look like.

Let's go to the next place.

The smell of blood here will quickly drive away the nearby wild boars; there's no point in staying any longer.

It's important to know that wild boars have an extremely keen sense of smell; they can detect even the slightest rusty scent from a trap.

If the traps aren't in their usual path, or if there's enough space around them to hide, then these cunning creatures are unlikely to fall for them.

As the vehicle headlights illuminated, the convoy started moving again, its tires leaving deep ruts as they rolled over the mixture of fallen leaves and mud.

Henry sat in the car, looking out at the dark forest, where occasionally a few beams of light would flash by, illuminating fleeting figures among the trees.

The air was filled with the smell of earth and decaying leaves, mixed with a faint stench of blood left from processing the prey.

Allen patted Henry on the shoulder gently, clearly in a good mood.

"Don't worry, Mr. Henry, you'll get used to it."

I actually understand how you feel very well.

We were just like you back then, or even worse.

I remember the first time I saw wild boar innards, I vomited uncontrollably.

It was our first time venturing into the mountains at night, and we wouldn't have dared to take a single step without someone with us.

"But in the process of slowly growing up, we all learned to bear the loneliness of the wilderness alone, to face the vastness of the night alone, and to be vigilant about any dangers that might be lurking around us..."

And in the process, they achieve their goals and defeat their opponents.

This is the true spirit that the hunt wants to convey to us.

The convoy weaved through the dense forest, and as the headlights swept across the scene, occasionally a few pairs of gleaming eyes could be seen peering into the darkness.

Henry's heart involuntarily quickened, but he tried to remain calm, attempting to find inner peace with each breath.

"We're not just looking for prey,"

Allen continued, "It's also an opportunity to challenge myself."

Hunting is not just about obtaining food; it teaches us patience, skill, and respect for life.

In this process, we learn how to survive better and how to coexist harmoniously with nature.

As Henry listened to Allen's words, a new understanding gradually arose in his mind.

He realized that although modern technology has made hunting easier, what truly attracted him was the urge to return to the primitive, the process of finding self-worth within the laws of nature.

"We're almost at our new location."

James's voice came from the driver's seat ahead, "Tonight's target is the Bobcats."

These creatures are more cunning and harder to track than wild boars, but if we're careful enough, we still have a chance to get close to them.

As the convoy gradually came to a stop, the surrounding silence grew even thicker, as if even the air itself had frozen.

This is another hunting ground, quite different from the familiar environment I was in before.

Henry was determined to find and shoot the target alone this time.

Once the vehicle had come to a complete stop, Allen handed Henry a rifle equipped with night vision goggles and a black whistle, explaining, "This whistle can mimic the call of a lynx to attract their attention."

Lynxes have their own ways of communicating, and imitating the cries of cubs in distress is one of the most effective methods.

"I'll use this whistle to help you locate the prey in a moment."

"Henry, it's your hunting time!"

Showcase your skills on this hunting ground that's yours!

Allen said passionately, "Remember, stay calm, find the best shooting angle, and then shoot decisively."

"Of course, if you have any questions during the process, or feel hesitant when making a decision, you can always ask us for help. Don't feel embarrassed."

"Thank you, Allen."

Henry took the equipment and felt the heavy rifle seemed to transmit an unprecedented power to him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heartbeat, and then nodded slightly to indicate that he was ready.

As Henry stepped out of the car, he was immediately enveloped in the night, with only faint starlight piercing through the treetops and casting dappled silver light.

He turned on his night vision goggles, and the world before him instantly became lush and green. Although blurry, it was enough for him to discern the surrounding terrain and movements.

He carefully made his way through the bushes, trying to avoid stepping on any dead branches or leaves that might make a sound.

As Henry whistled, a sharp, urgent sound echoed through the night sky, like a lynx cub's cry for help.