"It should be white-tailed deer. Usually they appear alone. Only when there is more food here will it form a group."

Patton quickly climbed up the stone, stretched his neck and looked at it, and said confidently.

When Yu Guang saw Martinez, a "sharpshooter", he wanted to raise his gun more than 80 meters away. The old cowboy slapped his palm and slapped it on his head.

"Are you stupid? What should I do if I can't hit the target? Go to them quickly, just about 50 meters, and make your movements lighter."

"Son, follow me and be careful." After Han Qianshan said that, he snapped his palm again. The black guy covered the back of his head with a grievance, turned his head with a grievance, and heard a voice in his ear: "Put the gun upwards, if it gets angry, I will peel you off!"

Martinez immediately became depressed and bent over and followed Old Patton.

Han Xuan saw signs of being gnawed on some tree trunks, which shows that the food has begun to be lacking. No wonder Detective Charles said that this year's hunting season will be extended for two months later.

It is often trampled by animals, and the plants and trees are eaten before they can grow, so there are not many places to cover them. In order not to be discovered by white-tailed deer, they can only lower their bodies and move forward with their backs close to the trees.

Old Patton felt that the distance was almost the same, so he waved his hand to remind them to lie down. Seeing the deer moving, he said, "There are four white-tailed deer here. We choose the adult male. We aim at it and we will grab it together."

The sun is about to set, and if this hunt is not successful, their supper will be bread and jerky.

Han Qianshan filled the deer hunting bullets. There were 9 7mm-diameter projectiles in this bullet. The energy emitted by each projectile was equivalent to the power of an ordinary pistol.

"Just choose the one on the left, how about the one on the edge?" The old cowboy stared at the aiming star and asked in a low voice.

"good."

"Are all good? I count to three and shoot together."

"…Barton, I seem to have some problems."

"What? Anderson, is there a problem with the gun?"

"No, it's too dark, I'm a little myopic and can't see clearly."

The boy was under the tree next to him. When he heard this, he almost laughed out loud and hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Then you just watch it!"

Old Patton twitched, turned his head and looked, and said, "Wait, the deer moved again, and they all aimed."

"Are you okay?"

"one two three!"

With a few "bang" sounds, a stag bent her front legs by the lake, rolled over, and staggered to the ground. Other white-tailed deer quickly escaped, and Canadian red deer was in chaos.

Han Qianshan covered his ears, shook his head and opened his mouth, and said after a while: "The sound of this shotgun is too loud, just like a small cannon."

"Hey, let's take a look at our trophy first." Martinez stood up, smiled and walked forward, suddenly stunned: "Why is there still one?"

"What?" Han Qianshan asked.

"One of us fell down there, we are so lucky!"

Jones stood on tiptoe, looked over there, and said.

The group hurried to the lake. The stag was no longer moving at this time. The other end fell to the ground with its neck tilted, and blood was coming out of its abdomen, and it was about to die.

Old Patton took out a short dagger, squatted down with his back to the boy, and stabbed the white-tailed deer hard in the neck. It was okay to hunt, but they could not suffer when they died.

He looked down at its wound and turned around and said, "Boss, the shotgun bullets, they just stood too close, this is your prey."

"It's really not bright in the east, but it's bright in the west."

"What does it mean? Boy."

"He is saying I'm lucky." Han Qianshan walked to the deer and patted it on its neck.

When the old cowboy saw Han Qianshan's movements, he opened his mouth and smiled. He had experienced the happy and sad mood he had experienced.

He looked up and said, "Please take it back first. Let's start the fire quickly. I always feel something is wrong. There has never been as few animals here as today."

"Then go back, you three come and help."

Each deer was over 90 kilograms. Except for the boy and Old Patton, the two carried one back and soon arrived at the camp.

There are many stones by the stream, and a few people help build a small stove. Only Patton is a smoker here, and the golden old-fashioned zippo lighter never leaves.

Jones borrowed him to make a fire. After igniting it, white smoke quickly emerged from the hay and put the firewood on it. As the temperature rose, it gradually turned red and burned.

Martinez cut off the coral-like antlers and was asked by Han Xuan to go, put them in his bag and took them home to collect them. As for the bloody deer head, he was not interested.

Anderson took off his coat, found a knife from his bag, and began to slaughter white-tailed deer. He often helped kill sheep in the ranch, and he was very skilled in doing this kind of work.

The long tenderloin was quickly peeled off, and another fat deer leg was taken, washed with water, found a wooden stick and put it on, and rolled around the fire.

The venison before winter is very plump. When the skin turns black, golden grease keeps coming out of it, pine branches are smoked and roasted with needles, and the air is filled with the smell of barbecue and the aroma of pine wood.

Anderson got engaged to Ms. Cheryl, the female secretary at Morgan Bank last year.

The wedding date has not been confirmed, but they have lived together. Both of them have high salaries. They bought a house in the outskirts of the Great Falls city, where Cheryl usually lives.

So he knows how to cook. Although he doesn't know if it's delicious, at least he also brings seasonings and plastic tableware. Even the old hunter Patton doesn't remember this.

Han Xuan and his son are top-notch food experts. If you want to go by yourself, you can only make trouble on the side, just sit quietly and wait for the meal to start.

"I guess Anderson will stay at home to take care of his children in the future, look at this serious look."

When Anderson heard it, he turned around and said fiercely: "Jones, don't eat if you have the ability!"

"You haven't caught prey yet, so you should be the ones you don't eat." Martin said with a helping voice, squeezing at Anderson, and teasing: "I will go and make milk powder for you. They are all produced by the Snow Mountain Ranch, which is definitely the best."

"Damn it, you guys are jealous of my talent as a chef!"

Time passed quickly. After more than half an hour, Anderson washed his knife, cut a few kilograms of spine into small pieces, sprinkled with various seasonings, and then it was finished in a short while.

"Oh my God, it's so delicious, give me some more, Anderson."

As soon as the meat was eaten, Martinez looked at the fire again. The deer legs on it were too big and were not cooked inside yet, but it was almost too late.

A sound came from the sky. Before I could see what the boy was, I noticed it and shouted, "BBQ?"

It's indeed a bird, but not a BBQ.

Seeing the red and green macaw, Han Xuan grinned and thought of what Detective Grover said.

Sure enough, another parrot flew over and landed beside him, walking around in his inner horoscope. His stupid look was not BBQ, who was it?

Han Xuan picked it up, put it on his arm, and stretched out his hand to the red and green macaw. BBQ's partner turned around in the sky and finally landed on the boy's shoulder.

"Are you a magician?" Old Patton laughed. The scene just now was so amazing.

"No, I am their friend." Han Xuan narrowed his eyes with a smile: "This is BBQ's companion, and this is the first time I have seen it."

"It's so beautiful." Martinez said, turning his head and speaking: "I won't praise you, BBQ, you called me an idiot last time."

BBQ tilted his head, flapped his wings and shouted, "Idiot!"

"My God, Anderson! Look at the good things you did!"
Chapter completed!