American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

The cry echoed across the vast, frozen lake, its gentle sound tearing through the howling blizzard.

Su Wei maintained his half-squatting posture, his muscles tense, and his right hand, gloved with windproof gloves, gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist tightly.

Even through the swirling snow, the characteristics of the sound were still quite clear.

The voice was high-pitched and deep, carrying the wild charm typical of male beasts proclaiming the existence of their kind.

A dark figure emerged from the woods at the edge of the field of vision.

The moment Su Wei saw what it was, his pupils contracted.

The leading behemoth was enormous, with a shoulder height exceeding 1.5 meters.

Its thick, dark brown neck mane danced wildly in the gale.

It held its head high, its enormous antlers forked and intricately branched, making it exceptionally large.

"Roosevelt deer..."

Su Wei held his breath, his heart pounded violently in his chest, and the white breath he exhaled instantly condensed into frost.

This was an unexpected surprise, a big prize that could change his current predicament.

Kodiak Island is known for its brown bears, but the Roosevelt deer is more commonly found on neighboring Afugnac Island and Berry Island.

But this does not mean that Kodiak Island does not exist.

Sometimes, they migrate here because the strait freezes over in winter.

Ultimately, it was left behind on Kodiak Island.

It now appears that they have strayed into Soviet territory.

The wariness in Su Wei's eyes quickly turned into excitement and calculation.

These aren't wild animals; they're clearly a mobile gold mine and granary!

He quickly scanned the entire group.

There are seven in total.

A male adult deer led the way, followed by two sub-adults and four female deer.

The lead stag weighed at least 800 pounds.

What does 800 pounds mean?

This means that after skinning and deboning, at least four hundred pounds of top-quality red meat can be produced!

There was enough venison to fill the cabin's freezer, enough for him and Cotton Candy to eat their fill until next spring.

More importantly, because of scarcity.

A pound of Roosevelt elk meat can sell for at least $40!

This is still the lowest price. According to Suwei's estimate, it can sell for at least $7-80!

In other words, Suwei could sell venison alone for nearly $30,000!

Not to mention the pair of perfectly preserved antlers.

In the North American taxidermy market, antlers of this size, symmetry, and robustness, even a simple, unfinished skull specimen, can easily fetch thousands or even tens of thousands of US dollars.

If you include a whole, intact deer hide with thick winter fur...

"Fifty thousand US dollars..." Su Wei silently calculated in his mind, his fingers gripping the knife handle unconsciously clenching, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his palms, making him feel hot even in the minus thirty degree cold.

The huge debt weighing on him could be largely taken care of by these guys!

All I need to do is hunt this one stag!

Su Wei took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and quickly assess the situation.

Two hundred meters away.

The wind is a crosswind, so the other party can't smell the odor from here for the time being.

But he glanced down at his equipment.

A Bowie knife for self-defense, a bunch of ice fishing gear, and a bucket of freshly caught fish.

The large-caliber Browning rifle in the cabin was now hanging securely beside the fireplace.

"That's fate," Su Wei said with a bitter smile.

Given the weather and distance, with only a melee weapon, his chances of winning against a stag in its prime were virtually zero.

If this 800-pound behemoth were to be frightened and rampage across the ice, a human's sternum would be no different from that of paper.

Moreover, the rhythm of the blizzard has changed.

What was just drifting snowflakes has now turned into hard snow particles flying horizontally, making a dense "crackling" sound as they hit the goggles.

Temperatures have plummeted, and the perceived temperature may be approaching minus forty degrees Celsius.

The herd of deer had obviously chosen to cross the frozen lake to find a sheltered valley in order to escape the blizzard.

They lingered by the lake for a moment.

The lead stag, seemingly guided by its wild instincts, sensed the gaze of the small black dot in the distance. It turned its thick neck, its massive antlers swaying as if demonstrating its power to Suwei.

It exhaled a thick, white breath. It didn't attack, but merely glanced indifferently in this direction, then strode forward with its massive hooves, shattering the thin ice on the lakeshore, and led its herd further south into the mountain valley.

Su Wei didn't move; he just watched.

His eyes were fixed on the movement of the group of dark figures.

"Cross the frozen lake, bypass the dead birch forest, and enter the U-shaped valley to the southeast..."

He quickly brought up a map of the surrounding terrain in his mind.

The valley was sheltered from the wind, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and covered with shrubs and moss, making it an excellent sanctuary.

As long as this blizzard continues, they will most likely be stuck there for several days.

That place is a natural cage for animals.

Su Wei traced the route in his mind three times until the coordinates were firmly engraved in his memory, before slowly loosening his grip on the knife.

He really has no other choice right now.

But tomorrow, or the day after, when the blizzard subsides, when he picks up that rifle loaded with bullets.

At that point, it will be uncertain who will be the hunter and who will be the prey.

"Wait for me, my mobile bank," Su Wei muttered to himself.

"Eek!"

The cotton candy hiding in the collar of the down jacket seemed to be frightened by the aura of that behemoth, burying its little head tightly in Su Wei's neck, its body trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid." Suwei reached out and patted its furry bottom to soothe the little guy, then picked up the heavy bucket of fish again.

The bucket contained nearly twenty pounds of fish, which made his fingers ache, but this heavy burden made him feel incredibly grounded at that moment.

"Let's go home. We need to eat our fill to have the energy to get this money."

Suwei didn't linger. He turned around and braved the wind and snow, walking with difficulty toward the wooden house.

Within just half an hour, the new snow had already reached above the calves.

What should have been a 20-minute walk took Su Wei a full 30 minutes to complete.

When the familiar outline of the wooden house finally appeared in the snow-covered landscape, Suwei felt a sense of relief.

He quickened his pace.

I walked to the porch and stomped the snow off my boots.

Push open the heavy oak door.

"call--"

Before the cold wind carrying snowflakes could even get in, it was forcefully pushed back by the heating in the room.

The fire in the fireplace had not yet completely died down; the dark red embers emitted heat, and the air was filled with the aroma of burning birch.

Su Wei slammed the door shut and bolted it shut.

"Click".

This soft sound shut out the apocalyptic howling of wind and snow outside.

The world fell silent instantly.

Only the occasional crackling of firewood from the fireplace and the howling wind and snow rattling the windows remained.

With the wind and snow outside shut out, Su Wei felt a sense of relief, and his legs even felt a little weak.

The marshmallow immediately popped out of his collar, jumped onto the floor, shook its body vigorously, and its fluffy tail flicked out a circle of tiny ice crystals.

It circled the folding bucket full of fish, the big one it had brought back from the water emitting a strong fishy smell, which made the little fox whimper anxiously.

Suwei took off his heavy snow boots, hung his coat on the hanger, walked to the fireplace, and stretched out his hands.

It warms the body.

He looked at the bucket of abundant fish, then at the dark, raging snowstorm outside the window, and a smile crept onto his lips.

Tonight we have fish soup, and tomorrow... maybe we'll have venison chops.

Of course, he has to check the weather.