The Top Fishing
Chapter 607 - 264: Amur River_2

Chapter 607: Chapter 264: Amur River_2

Soon, a very appropriately dressed elderly servant came out of the house.

"Haha, Old Ivan, you’re losing more hair." Uncle Victor greeted the other with a chuckle, obviously the two of them were acquaintances.

"Hello, my friend Victor, welcome to Amur Farm, and welcome to friends from China," Old Ivan greeted everyone, his gaze somewhat puzzled as it rested on the bear Xiong Da that Yue’er was leading.

Victor explained, "This is a little bear we encountered on our fishing trip. It’s quite docile, so we brought it along. We’ll take it away when the trip is over, so it won’t be any trouble."

"No problem, he’s a cute little fellow. Just be sure not to put him in the villa; there are many large animal specimens that might scare him. Coming all this way must have been tiring, so let’s pick out your favorite rooms first," Old Ivan said cheerily.

Soon, with Old Ivan’s guidance, Lin Yang and Yue’er chose a sunny room with a large bed, a private bathroom, and even a bathtub to soak in, which was a vast improvement over the accommodations at the Kubi River camp.

Having settled into their rooms, it was unknowingly lunchtime.

Lin Yang learned from Uncle Victor that the owner of the farm, Alexander, wasn’t around, so the management of the farm was up to Victor and the head steward, Big Ivan.

Lunch was not had in the dining room but was directly delivered to Lin Yang and Yue’er’s room by the servants.

This arrangement lacked some of the familiarity and down-to-earth feel of having meals at the table like at the Kubi River camp, but the quality of the food was very high, and Lin Yang got to taste bear paw again, a rarity back in China.

After a simple lunch and a brief rest, just a little past one, he knocked on Uncle Victor’s door.

He was concerned with live-fire skeet shooting, which was just as important to him as fishing.

Under Uncle Victor’s lead, Lin Yang and Yue’er went to the farm’s shooting range, where, after a brief lesson on the basics of gun handling, Victor helped them get two whole boxes of large-size shotgun shells.

Actually holding a real gun, Lin Yang was quite excited. With earplugs in, he entered the range following Uncle Victor’s tutorial to learn from watching Victor’s live-fire skeet shooting.

Only when he got up close and personal with the firearm did he realize it was nothing like what he’d seen online or in videos and games.

Even with earplugs, the sound upon firing was still deafening.

However, it’s worth noting that Uncle Victor’s marksmanship was not bad at all, hitting every one of the ten clay pigeons.

After a quick lesson, Lin Yang, with the help of a range officer, soon made his first live-fire shot.

The moment he pulled the trigger, his first reaction was that the recoil was damn strong. Even though he was somewhat prepared, the shotgun nearly slipped from his hands, and as for where the first shot hit, who knows where the buckshot scattered.

After firing a few shots, Lin Yang finally got the hang of it. His arm and shoulder muscles worked together to secure the shotgun firmly. Seeing a clay pigeon fly by, he raised the barrel and fired.

With a bang, the clay pigeon shattered to the ground—he hit it!

"Not bad, after just a simple adjustment, you’ve hit the target accurately," Uncle Victor was quite surprised at his performance.

"Is this very difficult? Aside from the heavy recoil, it doesn’t seem too hard," Lin Yang asked, somewhat curious.

Victor casually took out a shotgun shell and showed it to him: "This is a shotgun cartridge, also commonly known as buckshot. Each shell contains no more than 24g of pellets. Upon firing, they spread out in a fan shape, but the spread is still quite small, and the clay pigeon is a moving target, simulating a wild pheasant or duck in the field.

So, this tests instant reaction; for someone who’s never handled firearms, it would take at least a day or two of systematic training to achieve a hit rate above 30%."

Lin Yang shrugged: "I think it’s okay. Why don’t I give it a few more tries?"

"Ok!"

In the next five clay pigeons, he hit every single one, maintaining a 100% hit rate.

Especially good was his timing in pulling the trigger, shooting as soon as the clay pigeon was launched, demonstrating Lin Yang’s quick reflexes.

"Good, that’s very good. Based on your current performance, you’re pretty much ready to hunt pheasants, ducks, and rabbits out in the field," Victor praised him highly.

"Haha, maybe when I have the chance to come again in the fall hunting season, you can take me hunting," Lin Yang said proudly, patting the gunstock and feeling very confident.

"Ok!"

Victor readily agreed.

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For the rest of the half day, Lin Yang thoroughly enjoyed himself at the shooting range.

Gradually getting the feel of it, he discovered that shooting was somewhat akin to fishing and casting a rod.

Like Lin Yang’s inexplicable precision; upon seeing the clay pigeon launched, he naturally raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

Dinner time, he shared this feeling with Uncle Victor and learned that this was a skill mastered by many hunters, called the subjective approximate aiming or popularly, a ’gun feel.’

Not used to the new bed, Lin Yang didn’t sleep well that night, and he dreamt gunshots were thundering everywhere.

Early the next morning, Lin Yang and Yue’er got up early once more.

According to the plan, Uncle Victor would take them to the Amur River to continue their Russian fishing exploration.

The distance from the farm to the nearest Amur River dock was about 15 kilometers. The farm staff drove a huge off-road vehicle to take the three of them to the dock, where, under Uncle Victor’s lead, Lin Yang and Yue’er boarded the fishing boat for their exploratory trip.