American Warehouse Taobao King

  Although the distance between the hill and the brown bear is more than 1,000 meters, Yang Yong has a special telescope for the US military that is ten times larger. From more than 1,000 meters away, you can clearly see a huge brown bear. With only the 10-centimeter-long bear claws on the front paws, you can split a dead tree stump and take out the frozen ants inside to feast on it.

   It can be observed from the telescope that this brown bear weighs more than 300 kilograms. It is an adult male bear with a plump body, especially the brown fur, which is smooth and silky.

   And the hair is very long, which is a sign of sufficient nutrition at first glance. After all, animal hair, like human hair, can reflect the nutritional status of the owner of the hair. If the nutrition is sufficient, the hair must be smooth and shiny, and the same is true for wild animals. It seems that the nutritional status of this brown bear is very good, and it is fat and fat like a rice bowl.

   Looking up through the telescope. When he saw the fat face of the brown bear, Yang Yong couldn't help being taken aback by what he saw in front of him. This brown bear was well nourished, strong, and shiny.

   But the bear face is not flattering. Originally, a chubby bear face was similar to a steamed bun, but I didn’t expect that what affected this brown bear’s beauty pageant score was a deep scar extending from the right corner of the eye to the brown bear’s nose.

   The shape of the scar is very similar to being cut by a knife. This is a scar formed after a fierce fight, and it is also a sign of adulthood for this male brown bear. It looks very cool and manly.

   But this scar has a serious impact. The condition of this brown bear is not perfect. The scar is too aesthetically pleasing. Fortunately, this brown bear fur is definitely a first-class good, plus four bear paws and a bear gall, it is also a good target.

Therefore, Yang Yong immediately ordered to hunt the brown bear. Because the distance of thousands of meters cannot be killed by ordinary sniper rifles, not to mention the Remington 600 model shotgun in Yang Yong's hand cannot be accurate at all. It is impossible to kill a brown bear with a single shot.

  Yang Yong can only signal to the guide beside him and whisper.

   "Guide, the distance is too far, should we get closer? We can successfully hunt this brown bear."

  The Eskimo guide smiled and nodded to Yang Yong, and pointed out to Yang Yong the best route to get close to the brown bear, and this route was at the downwind.

  The brown bear's sensitive sense of smell could not smell Yang Yong's approaching slowly at all, and Yang Yong was like a treasure when he got the route down the mountain. He took Smith little by little along the route planned by the guide to get closer to the brown bear eating and drinking below.

  Because of the thick snow layer, people walking on it can't emit any sound at all. It is impossible to let the foot step on the branch and make a breaking sound to alert the brown bears who are eating and drinking below.

So Yang Yong approached very safely. When the distance was shortened to 300 meters beside the Scar Bear, Yang Yong leaned on the back of a dead tree stump and set up his Remington shotgun, aiming at the 300 meters away. Eat Ant Scar Bear.

  Smith on the side is squatting and holding the standard Scar Bear eyes of a Remington shotgun with a scope, because Yang Yong is hunting for the first time. It is inevitable to be nervous, and Smith behind him is responsible for Yang Yong's shot not to kill the scar bear, and Smith will shoot to kill the frightened scar bear, thus forming a double insurance.

   At the moment of firing, Yang Yong turned his head to signal to Smith that he was about to shoot, and then took two deep breaths and put the gun stock firmly on his shoulder for two seconds.

   A crisp gunshot resounded in this cold coniferous forest. The gunshots of Smith, who were less than a second later, also rang out.

  Because the time interval was too short, the two gunshots merged into one gunshot or the gunshot, the scar bear screamed, and a **** path pierced through the eyes and fell next to the dead tree stump, twitching a few times and never moving again.

In Yang Yong's sight, it seems that Scar Bear was killed by himself, and he was aiming at the other's eyes. After two minutes after seeing Scar Bear's death, he found that there was no danger before rushing from the top of the hill. The Eskimo guide who came down, the three of them approached a little bit with shotguns.

  The formation of a triangle was afraid that Scar Bear would suddenly jump from the ground and hurt others. When the three of them approached Scar Bear cautiously, they saw a blood hole coming out of the right eye of the adult male brown bear.

   The guide couldn't help but stretched out his thumbs and praised Yang Yong and Smith for their excellent marksmanship, but why did the two of them only have one blood hole? Even if they cooperated tacitly, it was impossible for the two bullets to hit the same spot.

Yang Yong didn't have that much self-confidence. He was confident that his marksmanship was more accurate than Smith's, so Yang Yong stepped on Scar Bear's head with his foot in disbelief, used the gun barrel to cut a blood hole on his son's eye, and asked Smith with a smile. .

"Smith, the idea of ​​killing this scar bear must be yours, but what I don't understand is where my shot went, and there are no other blood holes in this brown bear! Did it hit the sky? went."

   Hearing Yang Yong's question, Smith couldn't help but smile bitterly and pointed at the dead tree stump beside the bear with the Remington shotgun in his hand.

"Boss, your shot hit a tree stump. If I hadn't refilled it in time, this scarred bear would have run away without a shadow. You should practice your marksmanship when you're all right. You only have a distance of 300 meters. It's really bad that such a big brown bear can miss marksmanship hahaha."

  Yang Yongshun's Smith pointed in the direction, right? There is a tree hole as thick as a thumb on the dead tree stump. Yang Yong squatted down and touched the inside of the tree hole with his fingers. At a distance of five or six centimeters, his fingers touched a scorching bullet, proving that the shot was indeed shot by himself.

  Fortunately, Smith succeeded in refilling the gun, leaving behind this huge scarred bear, but Yang Yong felt that it didn't matter, there was no such thing as a loss of face, there was no difference between what Smith hit and what he hit.

What's more, Yang Yong was hunting for the first time, and he successfully hunted an adult male brown bear weighing more than 300 kilograms, which is worth celebrating, so Yang Yong quickly took out his mobile phone and handed it to Smith, and then squatted next to Scar Bear's head with a shotgun. Son, made a victory gesture and asked Smith to take a photo of himself.

   After one photo was not enough, he took another photo, and then another photo. After taking more than 30 photos in various poses, Yang Yong retracted his mobile phone.

  Three people sat on top of the hot brown bear corpse, lit a cigar, and then the three began to worry about how to transport the 300kg brown bear to their base.

   Want to know how far the base is from here? It's all rough mountain roads again, let alone three people, even if there are three more people, don't even think about moving the brown bear's body to the base.

  Can't move, can't lift, what should I do! After smoking a cigar, Yang Yong personally ordered Smith to use his extremely skilled dog-leg machete to dissect the brown bear on the spot. Except for four bear paws and a flawless bear skin of a bear, all the All the musculoskeletal muscles on the bear are discarded.

   is also a no-brainer, because the bear meat is rough and has an earthy smell, and there is no way to control these pure game bear meat because of the lack of materials on site.

   He only took away the few parts he wanted the most. Yang Yong’s behavior seemed like a waste, but there was no way Yang Yong couldn’t roast bear meat. What if he couldn’t eat a few hundred kilograms without throwing it away.