American hunting culture originated from the fact that European immigrants first arrived in North America and sought food and clothing through wild hunting.

To this day, hunting has become a popular leisure sport in the United States. From the president to the people, everyone can enjoy the fun of hunting equally.

Although there are many people holding guns in the United States, hunters only account for a small part of it.

It’s not entirely because of money, but mainly because of resource distribution. Large animals that can cause hunters to be excited are only distributed in a few states around the Rocky Mountain, and these states are not among the large population states.

Hunting time varies in different states in the United States, basically avoiding the season when they breed, and the species that can be hunted are also different.

Like the British Columbian wolf, the Northern Rocky Mountain gray wolf, is a protected animal and cannot be killed normally.

However, when there are too many numbers, you can only allow hunting a small part, sacrificing individuals for the balance of the entire ecological.

This year, there is plenty of rain and vegetation and trees grow vigorously, so there are more animals such as elk, hare, etc. that feed on grass, and the number of gray wolves that eat meat also increases. This is the eternal rule of the biological chain.

But Vlaterhead is so big that it can't accommodate too many animals to survive, so this activity of hunting gray wolves was added.

Each state has an independent hunting certificate. Logically speaking, it is illegal to shoot a rabbit privately, but it is easy to do something with an acquaintance.

For example, when Anderson just called in the morning, Charles helped prepare a few blank documents in the afternoon, skipping all training and other things. He has status and status, and is led by Patton, an old hunter, so he has nothing to worry about.

Montana has black bears, brown black bears, golden black bears, wolves, elks, mule deer, white-tailed deer, etc. to hunt. Of course, Kodiak brown bears like Winnie are not good. They are all the same as giant pandas.

I bought a license to hunt elk, white-tailed deer, and gray wolf today, which can be used during this hunting season.

Detective Charles can be careless, but the gun is not good. Hunting weapons in Montana include rifles, pistols, muzzle loaders and hunting rifles, bows and crossbows, but special documents are required.

Old Patton's Winchester M1894 shotgun has been registered for a long time, just backup the files. Apart from the boy who was slutty and holding his father, Anderson, Martinez, Jones and Han Qianshan, four people need to go to buy the shotgun.

Under Detective Charles' guidance, they crossed the road and came to a small arms shop.

In Augusta Town, the weapon shop is open opposite the police station. A customer just came out of it with a long cloth bag behind him. He seemed to be a like-minded hunter.

"Welcome! Patton, and all gentlemen."

The owner obviously knew the old cowboys. When he saw them coming from a distance, he immediately walked out of the store.

"Old guy." Patton stepped forward and hugged the shop owner, and turned around and said, "This is Raymond. I have known him when I was a child. This shop has been open since World War I and has been here."

"Haha, come in and have a look. Are you going to hunt or buy some handy guys to defend yourself?" Raymond asked with a smile.

"This young man is my boss. Recently, those British Columbian wolves have appeared and come to our ranch to harass him several times. If this continues, even people will be unsafe."

"So you want to buy a shotgun, right? I don't have many types here, but they are definitely the best!"

The owner of Raymond stopped, pointed to the spear behind the old cowboy, and said, "See, this one I sold to him 25 years ago."

Han Xuan walked into the store and said it was a small weapon store, but in his opinion it was not small at all.

Dozens of spears such as Laifu, shotguns, were hung on the wall, and only small pistols were kept in glass cabinets, and the grab and magazines were all separated, without bullets inside.

The old shop owner saw that they were dazzled and pointed to the wall on the left: "If you hunt a wolf, these guns are OK."

"They are so cunning, and it would be fine if you five of you are together. Patton is a good hunter."

The boy followed his father and looked around. Although there was a Smith-Wishen 625 revolver at home, there was no shock at all.

And even the little pistol was locked in the cabinet, and he had never even touched it.

Martinez quickly chose, holding Remington, relied on his tall and strong man, and refused to let go. Anderson stared at him wide and wanted to kill him with his eyes.

Raymond next to him smiled and said, "There are still inventory in the warehouse. You have a great vision. This is the hottest type. What a beautiful big guy."

Jones chose a Winchester shotgun like Old Patton, but Han Qianshan looked at it for a long time and didn't know what to buy. Finally, with the recommendation of the store owner, he bought a Remington M870 shotgun.

I went to the back of the house to interview. I only had more than $2,000 when I checked out, and I wiped it off. This was one of the rare big business in the Xiaogu Store, and the owner even happily gave the bullets.

Han Qianshan was about to pay, but found an exquisite pistol under the counter. Seeing that the financial owner had not moved for a long time, Old Raymond immediately understood when he saw that he pointed to the pistol and said, "This is the civilian version of M9 that has just been released in Bereta, Italy. The US military has been equipped with this recently."

"The Cort m1911a1, which has served for seventy years, is no longer needed. It is the latest store treasure. You want to sell it to you for $700."

Han's father was speechless, and the treasure of the store was only 700 yuan, and he said, "Pack it all for me."

The boy stood next to his father, touching the silver m9 in his hand. Who could know the pain in his heart? He was too young and had to wait for a few years to play...

After registering a social security account, address, etc. at the weapon store, the group returned to Charles and filled out the form. He would help with the procedures.

Colorful clouds float in the sky, the sun hangs slanted by the mountain, and the grassland is shining by the sunset, turning orange.

There were many people coming out this time, and Han Xuan could only sit on Patton's lap. His father was driving. The three young men behind him were holding the hunting rifle he had just bought, hoping to arrive soon tomorrow.

When he got home, Fat Ding Zheng stood on the grape trellis like a husband-watching stone, and meowed to his master quickly.

McDull squatted under it, baring his big teeth while shaking his ears, as if he was happy to see his friend being unlucky.

"Let you stop sleeping by the window, you deserve it."

The boy smiled and squinted his eyes, brought the wooden board beside the wall, and the fat cat rolled and crawled down the grape trellis, and hurried into the room.

After squatting in the cat litter and solving the big problem, he walked past McDull with his head raised, as if it wasn't the one who was panicking just now.

Two chinchillas came to the boy, and Han Xuan grabbed them with one hand and put them in the palm of his hand.

They stood up, Minnie showed her white belly, shaking her beard and asked for dry apples, which was its favorite food.

Mickey curled into a snow-white ball of hair, her big tail hanging down to Han Xuan's hand, her two claws placed in front of her chest, and her small eyes kept staring at him.

The boy was so cute that they both laughed and walked towards the cabin to help them get snacks.
Chapter completed!