MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 85 private hunting ground

  Chapter 85 Private Hunting Ground

   When I went back, I asked Gu Li if he was interested in hunting, but there was no need to say much. After packing up the gear and putting it away, rest for one night and get up on time the next day. If it is mechanical repetitive work, An Feng is not interested at all, but if it is this kind of outdoor leisure and enjoyment, he is full of energy.

  Guri has neither a hunting license nor a hunting ticket, but it doesn’t matter much, because the hunting location is in a private hunting ground, and everyone has a hunting ticket. An Feng's weapons are Remington 870 shotgun and SSG69. The state law stipulates the extent to which weapons are used for hunting, such as hunting birds, pheasants, turkeys and the like with shotguns; killing deer, wild boars and the like with semi-automatic, and everyone generally chooses sniper rifles, of course, semi-automatic assault rifles do not Wrong, you have to consider the limit of three bullets.

  Guri only uses one gun, a Remington 700 series sniper rifle. Although he does not have an AK-47 or SVD for him to use, it is more than enough for hunting. Facts have proved that An Feng thinks too much. In fact, the main purpose of hunting is leisure, a group of people get together to eat barbecue... rather than survival in the wilderness.

After moving the equipment to the back of the pickup truck, Pippi and Dandan also jumped onto the back seat excitedly, squatted on the chair and stuck out their tongues. Since they bought them, they rarely have the opportunity to go to the forest. Of course, the vineyard is also the same for them. Big enough to catch mice before. After lowering the windows a bit, let's go.

  Meeted with the main force at the agreed intersection, there were quite a few people, including Joanna and her family, and even Andy put on a camouflage outfit. The old cowboy Mark's family is also in place. I heard that they are very keen on hunting, and the equipment they have prepared is very complete. Their daughter Mary followed.

   "Mary, are you going too?" An Feng said, the little girl was still in high school, and she even set off with her little teddy in her arms, maybe the little teddy would become the prey of wild wolves.

   "Hey, I can shoot when I'm ten!" Mary pouted.

  OK, China is indeed no match for Americans in this regard. Touching a gun at a young age, full of murderous intent... An Feng and Gu Li got into the car and set off.

Going out to hunt generally requires a high-chassis and high-horsepower car. Frank drives a very large full-size SUV, Mark is a Chevrolet pickup, and An Feng is also a pickup, driving on the straight road. Turn on the music on the radio, and relax all the way.

  On the wide road, there are few vehicles coming and going, and the road is straight. Nearly 100 kilometers are driven in the wide fields, and there are rich rural scenery everywhere. The straight and endless scene most often encountered in driving in the west, the speed of the car can always be maintained at about seventy miles.

   Speed ​​limits don't matter anymore, there are no cameras on the road, and you can drive all day without seeing the police. Talking about the United States with Gu Li, when it comes to speed limits, Nevada is very interesting. On Route 375 near Area 51, the speed limit of the state law is warp 7 (more than 600 times the speed of light)—of course, specifically referring to aircraft .

  American highways also have one of the most obvious features: toll booths. Of course there are toll stations in the United States, but they are very few. Most of them are concentrated in the east, and there are almost no toll stations in the west. An Feng has lived for so long, and has encountered toll booths in Los Angeles and San Francisco. The fees are very low. They charge according to the peak and low peaks, ranging from a few dollars to more than ten dollars.

   It took more than an hour to arrive in Madeira County and continue to drive to the mountains. The road behind is all dirt road, not flat, but it can't stop the high chassis car. After 20 minutes of bumps, the flat land gradually disappears and is replaced by patches of dense forest, green everywhere, and the air is clear and natural.

In the end, everyone stopped by the wooden house on the side of the road. The house was not too small, it was two stories high, and there was a Ford pickup parked outside the door. After everyone parked their cars, Frank Sassen introduced each other to each other. . An Feng greeted Paul, the owner of the tree farm, and exchanged some pleasantries. Paul is a middle-aged Caucasian man in his forties, with red skin and a very cheerful personality. Whether he is a stranger or an acquaintance, he is warmly hugged.

  The wooden house is surrounded by tall and straight trees. There is a large flat green area outside the house, where fresh and tender grass grows freely. There are some leisure tables and chairs on the grass, as well as a set of real charcoal barbecue utensils. Next to it is an RV that was common in the United States in the 1980s and 1990s, but it has been scrapped, the tires are gone, and the bare metal wheels are left. Paul also built a few swings next to it, which is the favorite of the girls.

An Feng picked up the camera to take pictures. This is a typical pleasant rural scenery. He wakes up in the morning and breathes the freshest air. He goes outside and stretches himself, letting the sun shine on his body. He occasionally takes a few children to play on the grass. Strolling, swaying on the swing... No, Miss Mary aimed at the quad bike parked by the side of the road as soon as she got out of the car, rode it, started it with a snap, and spun around on the grass with a smile.

  Paul and his wife brought out some snacks and entertained everyone to sit in the shade of the tree to taste, first to replenish their physical strength and prepare for today's activities.

  This area is a natural planting area, far away from the city, with beautiful scenery, and there are countless wild animals living there. The government allows hunting, partly because of controlling the ecological balance, and also for increasing income. In terms of hunting license alone, local residents charge $50, while out-of-state residents need about $300, a six-fold gap, but it still attracts domestic and foreign tourists every year.

  Paul is a business executive. He bought a large piece of land around here as a private hunting ground. The area is about a thousand acres, which is very vast. Private means that only friends can come in and hunt, others are trespassing. In this case, hunting supervision is ineffective.

  After eating snacks and making some adjustments, everyone changed their equipment and dressed in various outfits. Paul was actually wearing bright red, so bright. Is this still hunting? However, there are also professional ones like Mark, who have all kinds of hunting clothes, hunting guns in their hands, and 12-gauge shotguns in their waist pockets.

  An Feng put on a "leaf outfit" for himself, and then picked up his phone to take a photo. If you lie on your stomach in a pile of dead trees, you really can't tell.

  Everyone was taking photos of their companions with their cameras. An Feng held a sniper rifle in the most unusual shape and grabbed a lot of shots. He went to look at everyone's equipment, each with its own characteristics. Joanna's dress was not that complicated, with scratch-resistant overalls and a pair of boots. She didn't use a gun, but a set of compound bows.

   "Hi! Can you still play bow and arrow?" An Feng walked up to her.

  Joanna looked at him, covered her mouth and laughed: "I'm sorry, you remind me of the little friend I couldn't find when I was playing hide-and-seek when I was young."

   "Haha!" An Feng also laughed, "Is he hiding in the leaves?"

"That's right, I've been looking for it for a long time!" Joanna nodded, and showed An Feng her bow: "I'm more used to bows and arrows. Although it's big, it's actually much lighter than a gun. This bow is only 2.5" kg, with my 27-inch saw, the maximum and minimum pulling force is 30-60 pounds, and an arrow weighs about 20 grams, which is very useful.”

An Feng took the bow and arrow, the weight was indeed very light, half lighter than the gun he was carrying on his back, and he tried to draw the bow. He had never played with these before, and he didn't know how to use it, but it is said that skilled archers have better hunting effect than guns. It's okay, and it's still hidden and silent. I don't know if Joanna is.

  I always feel that she is particularly good at sports in these money-burning high schools.

  After the preparations, everyone set off and entered the mountain. In fact, there is no such thing as going into the mountains. As soon as you leave the wooden house, you will be surrounded by a quiet jungle. Occasionally, there will be some birds chirping, and then the silence will return. The local weather is different from the coastal areas of California. It is still a bit cold here, so you need to wear a coat just right.

An Feng looked around with sharp eyes, holding a sniper rifle that was about to be loaded in his hand, with his finger next to the trigger, and stepped on the grass carefully. A large group of people behind him chatted and laughed, and took pictures with their cameras. Little Andy said Biting potato chips, Mary hugged Teddy and chatted with her companions.

   "What a failure!" An Feng sighed, can everyone be more professional? Is this hunting or picnicking?

  Joanna, who tweeted while there was still a signal, followed up. Hearing what An Feng said, she smiled and said, "I was in the same mood as you when I was hunting for the first time."

   "Really?" An Feng looked at her.

"Well, it's full of freshness, imitating strange postures. In fact, professional hunters come here no matter how comfortable they are. Have you seen Paul? He is a master at hunting bears and wild boars. Is it still a fall? In the back, helping the lady up the hill, or playing with the kids?"

  An Feng glanced back, and Paul, who was dressed in bright red, was chatting with his friends with a smile. Even Gu Li was very interested in his topic.

   "I can't tell!" An Feng thought that people should not be judged by their appearance.

  He asked again: "Joanna, what achievements have you had?"

"A lot." Joanna thought for a while, "When I was still in England, the most common thing was fox hunting. Everyone rode horses and took thirty or forty fox dogs to chase the fox. If the hounds didn't kill the fox. , we would ride on horses and shoot them with bows and arrows, and of course with guns."

"Fox hunting? Awesome!" An Feng has heard a little bit that the British fox hunting sport was originally only played by the royal family, and later it was opened to the nobles. It is very lively every year and consumes countless manpower and financial resources. It's worth a lot of money, as well as foxhounds, equipment, venues, hired workers and so on.

"Fox hunting is full of people." Joanna remembered, "It's no longer possible now. Protection organizations and laws prohibit these activities, but after coming to the United States, there are such an environment. Unfortunately, not many people have this organization and strength. Go play. Besides, I have shot and killed a few deer with a bow and arrow!"

   "A lot of split corners?" An Feng asked.

   "Yes, that's the kind!" Joanna nodded.

   "I'm so envious, I want to kill one too." An Feng said, but it's a pity that it's not a good season for deer hunting.

   "There will be a chance, next time I will call you." Joanna said.

"Okay." After An Feng finished speaking, he turned his eyes, and two bold deer came out of the grass in front of him. They looked like black-tailed deer, they were still very young, and there were no splits on their heads. When they appeared, everyone's first reaction Instead of touching the gun, he took the camera, click click, the deer jumped and jumped and escaped.

   "Can't kill." An Feng said disappointedly, it's not the season.

   "Don't worry, there are wild boars!" Joanna encouraged him with a smile.

   "Yes, there are wild boars!" An Feng raised the sniper rifle in his hand. There are three bullets in it, because California only gives you three bullets. Why? You have to give your prey a chance to escape, right?

  After walking for more than ten minutes, I came to a flat land in the forest. The top of my head was shaded by trees, which was very shady. There were several big bags hanging on the tree. An Feng looked curiously and saw that Paul and the others took down the bags and opened them. It turned out to be a set of tents. The tents were set up on the spot, and a small corner was opened, where you could sit and hold your guns. Keep a day.

   "Just guard like this?" An Feng asked puzzled.

  Paul said with a smile: "This is the most labor-saving way. Of course, you can also take the initiative to find it, but with so many women, you have to give them a camp, right?"

  (end of this chapter)