The Top Fishing
Chapter 675 - 287: First Combat_2

Chapter 675: Chapter 287: First Combat_2

The disturbance was much quieter this time; the rabbit’s hind legs trembled helplessly on the ground after being kicked, quickly going silent.

A death kick, another death kick.

Seeing the rabbit kicked to death, Lin Yang ran over with large steps.

The distance he chased this time was a good seventy or eighty meters. By the time he got close, the fur on the rabbit’s head had been plucked bald in patches, and Little White, with its hooked beak and serrated mouth, soon tore a bloody wound open.

Considering it was Little White’s first rabbit caught hunting independently, Lin Yang didn’t swap the prey for a lure immediately but squatted about a meter away, allowing Little White to feed.

Many predators begin eating their catch from the head, and Little White was no exception. There wasn’t much meat on the rabbit’s head, and Lin Yang wasn’t worried it would become full too quickly.

Little White gnawed on the rabbit’s head with its talons for a while, eventually getting to some fresh flesh. Seeing the timing was about right, Lin Yang took out the lure, blew his whistle, and swapped out the first wild rabbit.

Wiping Little White’s beak with his hand, Lin Yang nonchalantly put the hood back on it.

"Brothers, this is the first rabbit in actual combat, and it’s another death kick. Let’s see where the fatal spot is this time."

Lin Yang greeted everyone and began to check the rabbit in front of the audience.

After a systematic examination, Lin Yang soon found marks of attack on two spots of the rabbit, the lower back and the neck.

There was a bruise on the lower back, but it wasn’t fatal. The real death blow was on the neck, where beneath the seemingly unharmed rabbit skin, the spine had been kicked out of alignment; that was the main cause of death.

Having witnessed the entire process of the rabbit being chased and taken down, with sudden changes in direction, the live stream audience completely boiled over with excitement.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! This is too damn satisfying!"

"Son of a lie, my heart rate just now was definitely over two hundred, and it’s still thumping."

"Host, host, is there a legal opportunity to train falcons domestically? I’m willing to spend more money; this thing is even more thrilling than fishing. I feel like I’ve fallen into the pit."

There’s a meme online that’s always been widely circulated: "Fishing impoverishes three generations, bird-keeping ruins a life. Once you learn to chase rabbits with dogs you’re set on a road of no return, and if you fall in love with eagles, you gaze at the sky with tears in your eyes."

The hobbies mentioned in these phrases, although belonging to different domains, can all be put into the category of hunting, a survival skill in the ancient times when productivity was low.

In modern civilized society, the nature of hunting has changed. It’s no longer about harvesting game to make a living; it’s more about entertainment.

But undeniably, like fishing, hunting is a very thrilling process. It excites participants immensely, with adrenaline surging and heart rates climbing; it’s addicting for any man, especially under the high-definition live stream cameras, where every move can be seen clearly.

The live stream audience expressed various exclamations, making Lin Yang also feel like his efforts over the days were not in vain.

Lin Yang replied, "As far as I know, domestically, aside from Northeast Eagle Village, there are a few areas in Inner Mongolia where traditional eagle hunting is legally allowed to exist. Other places do not allow this. The brothers in our live stream room might as well enjoy the live stream; don’t think too much about it."

"Damn it, that shot just now was too exciting, clearer and more complete than foreign documentaries. I dare say this series of chase footage will definitely catch CCTV’s eye."

"If only there was a specialized hunting ground in the country, we could also experience the charm of eagle hunting."

"Host, host, what are we doing next?"

"Yeah, since Little White just ate fresh rabbit meat, does that mean today’s hunt is over? Is it impossible to continue hunting in the short term?"

Lin Yang shook his head and said with a smile, "Just now Little White ate the rabbit’s head. Have you all forgotten how I introduced the rabbit head on the day we had the big meal? Actually, it didn’t eat much meat at all.

In cases like this, it’s appropriate to replenish a little bit of water and then let the falcon relax and rest for a few minutes before it can continue fighting. Here’s another clear sign: giving water and ’water tailing’, loosening up the feathers; that means it has rested well."

As he spoke, Lin Yang took out a soft piece of cotton cloth from his backpack, cut from the packing of his sleeping bag, and soaked in clean water before setting off. When needed, he would squeeze the water out with force; without a water bottle, he had to resort to this second-best method.

After a series of intense activities, Little White, finding there was water, drank several gulps with its head thrown back and then settled on Lin Yang’s arm to preen its feathers.

About ten minutes later, the feathers on Little White’s tail loosened, and with a puff, it popped a ’water tail’ and then stretched its legs; soon after, the body feathers puffed up once again as Lin Yang had described.

"Holy crap, the host called it. Its behaviors matched exactly with what he said."

"Let’s go, let’s go, continue the hunt. Just thinking about the scene of swift and fierce hunting makes my heart race again; keep up the fight!"

Lin Yang, propping himself up with his staff, stood up from his resting rock: "Let’s go, continue the fight!"

The camera intelligently adjusted, giving Lin Yang’s resolute eyes a close-up, adding a sharpness to his demeanor.

At this moment, everyone felt that Lin Yang, the familiar figure they knew, seemed to have changed in temperament.

For his first real hunting experience, he continued to focus on Snow Rabbits, walking and repeating the act of knocking on various bushes and stone piles, waiting to startle the rabbits into movement.

This area was teeming with rabbits. After about ten minutes of walking, the environment had subtly changed without their noticing.