In the vast Flathead National Forest Park, the screams of wild larks came from the forest.

Green and yellow leaves intersect each other, and even the green pine trees that are always green, have a thick layer of pine needles on the ground.

This year, the Arctic Circle air conditioner came particularly early, crossing Greenland and Canada, heading south and reaching Montana.

The sun was shining brightly yesterday, and the temperature dropped sharply today. It was approaching evening. Under the dark clouds, the woods looked even darker.

If you look closely, you can vaguely find a person on a pine tree that is thick and thin.

This is a lookout built in the park. It is more than five meters high from the ground. The iron staircase extends to the ground. In addition to being able to view animals, it is also a good place to avoid predators and hunt.

The man took out a cooked egg and handed it to the boy, rubbed his hands, thinking that it was right that he was wearing more clothes on his body, so why did he forget to bring gloves to come over?

On another tree more than 20 meters away, Martinez was trembling. He thought there would be a sun, so he went out in a thin sweater. Unexpectedly, he was so happy that he was so cloudy that he encountered a cloudy day. It was close to the border with Canada, and he could breathe white when he opened his mouth.

"It's been an hour, why didn't you see anything?" the boy bit the egg and asked while eating.

The man leaned his hunting rifle against the railing, stuffed his son's cotton coat, and said, "I told you not to come, you insist on coming. It's more than 1,500 meters above sea level. Not to mention the danger, it's too cold."

"Well, the North American pine snake on the ground seems to be moving now."

"Looking at it, it was a rattlesnake, and I thought it was a rattlesnake."

"They don't live here, okay, they may have been trampled to death by Grandpa Patton's feet, and they have to wait...ah! What?"

"Hey, don't touch your son! It's a North American grey squirrel."

The boy looked back and saw a little guy about 20 cm standing on his shoulder, his tail falling into the collar, no wonder he was so itchy just now.

“It’s really not afraid of people.”

Han's father said with a smile and reached out to tease it.

The squirrel raised his head and squinted his eyes comfortably, as if he was enjoying a massage. He moved a place for a long time and changed it until the loose tile in his hand fell on the iron plate and made a slight sound. It reacted.

He jumped flexibly, held it with one hand, quickly returned to Han Xuan, and held it with his two claws to the boy.

"It's really not easy to let you deliver things." Han Xuan smiled and pointed his head with his finger: "Have more when it's winter is coming, and keep it for yourself."

After saying that, he put it on the tree, the gray squirrel turned his head and looked, and drilled into a tree hole not far away. It seemed that its home was here.

"Dad, I seem to see them often lately, and even our ranch."

"Last time in CBS news, I heard that they were taken to England as pets in the nineteenth century, and now there are millions of them. North American grey squirrels breed too quickly, so they are also on the list of allowed hunting."

"No, I just gave me gifts, don't hit them."

"A squirrel like this little, it tastes light when he goes back to stew the soup."

Han Qianshan stood up, and his legs were squatting for a long time. He stomped his feet, and the iron sheet laid below made a sound.

He turned around and said to the boy, "Son, help me carry the gun. I will carry you down later. Don't move the trigger."

"Tsk, do you think I'm stupid?"

"I know you are smart, come up quickly."

When several people nearby heard the sound, they all stood up and looked over. Han’s father pointed at the ground and signaled that they would go down too.

Jones carried a large mountaineering bag with a cylindrical canvas bag on it, like a tent or something.

People quickly surrounded him. Old Patton saw the pine snake still there, stepped on his feet, looked at Anderson and sighed: "If you weren't afraid of this, you would have had a meal tonight."

"No, no, no! There are too many parasites to eat, so let's go and cook some other ones!"

When Anderson heard that he wanted to eat snakes, his face turned green. Everyone in the Snow Mountain Ranch knew that he was afraid of such things.

Martinez next to him also teased: "It tastes pretty good, it's okay to roast and cook. If you don't want me to bring it, what if you take it off and give it to me."

"Pack with a tent cloth myself!" Anderson was not so polite to him. After saying that, he rolled up his clothes, kicked Martinez, and followed them with his bag.

"Boss, why don't you go to the lake?" Old Patton held his gun and whispered: "There are many animals in the water source, and those guys are likely to be there."

"Let's go and have a look first. I don't know if those gray wolves are still in the park. I can only try my luck. There is still time tomorrow."

After Han Qianshan said that, he looked back at the three of them: "You should pay attention to the vicinity, and you will load it immediately if there is any movement."

"Also, Martinez, what are you doing?"

The black guy actually put on the tent cloth, stretched out his hand from it and scratched his head and said, "It's too cold, boss."

"You deserve it. What did you tell you in the morning? Let's go!"

...

There are many people hunting every year in Flatheadry. The elk hunting season started in October. It has been more than a month since then. The path under your feet has been opened by those hunters, and the traces of swords and axes are still very new.

The surroundings were very quiet. They walked for more than half an hour and had too many things to carry. In order not to increase the burden, they encountered a few hares on the road and let them go. Anyway, they had them everywhere, just eat them and beat them.

After resting, I continued to go on the road. After more than ten minutes, I arrived at the destination. This is a canyon between two mountains. The stream passes through the middle. The terrain has a large drop and the water flows very quickly.

There is a large stone in front blocking the view. There is a lot of gravel next to the stream, which is just a good place to set up a village.

"Damn it, I won't leave after drinking it. I really don't know why I raise them!" The old cowboy stepped forward and looked back, retracted and cursed, saying to them: "Those gray wolves are not here, and the other prey was scared away by the jaguar next to them. There are only some Canadian deer, we can't kill them."

"Wait a little longer, it will leave. Set up a tent first and we will rest here at night." Han Qianshan said, looking at his son and continuing to speak: "You can't make fire here, eat something now?"

“Jerky just needs to do it.”

"Boy, come here."

Old Patton heard his words and waved, whispering: "You haven't seen the leopard yet, it's there."

"It's better not to make a sound, it's very alert and will be troublesome when it encounters it."

Han Xuan nodded in interest, ate jerky meat and walked around the stones and looked towards the lake.

The jaguar is very big, more than two meters long, almost the same as a tiger, with orange patterns on its body, and looks very beautiful.

Next to them are five Canadian red deer with sharp horns on their heads. They are not afraid of seeing the leopard, and they lower their heads to eat the draft leaves.

Old Patton then poked his head out, looked at the boy, and said, "They were originally living in South America, and because of this fur, they are killed a lot every year."

“So sent here to protect?”

"Yes, it was sent in the 1970s, and I saw them release them at that time."

At this time, the jaguar suddenly stood up, and Old Patton was startled and pulled the boy back behind the stone.

They didn't see it. The leopard sniffed his nose, looked here, and walked slowly away.

The six people brought three tents in total. Jones held a gun and kept the watch. Martinez went to pick up dry firewood, and the others were setting up tents.

Han Xuan had nothing to do, so he looked to the lake again. The sky gradually darkened and he could see a few figures, much smaller than the red deer just now. He immediately returned to his father and said, "It seems that prey is coming." "What?" Old Patton asked.
Chapter completed!