The Top Fishing
Chapter 678 - 288: Food for Supplementing Qi and Blood_2

Chapter 678: Chapter 288: Food for Supplementing Qi and Blood_2

Scientifically, blood is the essence of animals; feeding falcons with meat drenched in blood can help them recover their physical stamina and energy reserves more quickly.

But why use lean meat instead of fresh prey? There are reasons for that too.

The amount of lean meat is something we’ve planned before going hunting; the extra part is just dipped in blood. If we let Little White feast on fresh meat until full, the intake would far exceed the standard, causing it to get a big throat crop, which is not conducive to continued training tomorrow.

The Eagle Hunter, also known as the Eagle Handler, balances the falcon’s intake as food handling and feeding are often decisive. If it eats too little, the falcon lacks the strength to capture prey and can barely fly after a few attempts, making ongoing hunting troublesome.

If it eats too much, its internal energy reserves are too high, its desire for food too low, making it aloof, insensitive to established conditioned reflexes, and it’s also easier to lose the falcon.

I was very cautious when I approached earlier for good reason: to prevent large actions from startling the falcon, causing it to fly off. With only these two short twigs on Little White’s claws, if it wants to fly, I’m powerless to stop it."

This sparked yet another educational moment, as viewers were once again amazed by Lin Yang’s expertise.

As the old saying goes, all knowledge comes through learning; knowing the mere appearance isn’t skillful. Seeing through the appearance to the essence and understanding the reasons behind it is what truly defines a master.

This wasn’t merely a live broadcast of eagle hunting; the interpretation of falconry details within the nuances had reached an incredibly meticulous level, far surpassing those half-baked hosts who rely on gimmicks to attract attention.

"Feasting on raw flesh and blood, that’s the rawest, most savage, and also the most visually engaging aspect. Thrilling!"

"The host explains so well, there’s reason behind every little action; I suddenly feel enlightened."

"Upstairs enlightenment +1, I feel the same way, as if I saw through appearances to the essence, and my way of thinking was suddenly impacted and changed."

"Once full, you can’t continue the fight, right? We’ve been out so long today, we should head back to recuperate. From start to finish, our host hasn’t even had a sip of water, it’s heartbreaking to watch."

Lin Yang felt warmth in his heart again as he noticed viewers pointing out his constant lip-licking.

In fact, he had been out all morning and was terribly thirsty, with not a single sip of water.

However, without a water bottle container, there was nothing he could do. The wet cotton in his backpack had just enough water to barely replenish Little White, definitely not enough for him.

He licked his lips again and said, "I’m indeed thirsty, let’s head back, Little White is fed and surely can’t continue working. Back at camp, I’m going to see what I can use to make a water cup."

Since the formal hunt, handling Little White could be slightly relaxed; a raptor that has eaten is generally more docile, needing continuous up and down motion of the crop to press the food to the digestive organs in the back."

As they walked, Lin Yang’s left hand habitually struck the ground with a pine pole.

There was a fist-sized rock over there, and normally probing it should feel neither too soft nor too hard, but here, for some reason, it plunged more than twenty centimeters deep, nearly causing him to lose his balance.

Upon pulling the pine pole out, Lin Yang glanced at it casually and, seeing the soil beneath, his curiosity was piqued.

The soil elsewhere was black, but here it was red. He squatted down and pinched it; the soil felt distinctly different.

Compared to the soil used for baking simple water storage pottery earlier, this soil was stickier, feeling like the clay he found in the river sand as a child.

Previously, when firing pottery, Lin Yang was not quite satisfied with the soil, possibly due to its composition, as the fired coarse pottery was very loose, lacking strength and easily shattered.

He had thought of making small items like water cups, but the material wasn’t right; the small items were too thin, and many attempts failed.

Now, having discovered soil with better performance, and troubled by the inability to carry water, was this not like someone bringing a pillow as he was dozing off?

"Guys, look! I think I’ve found something new." Lin Yang said excitedly, holding the red clay.

"Did you find an animal burrow?"

"What is it, a hole dug by a rat?"

The viewers’ attention focused on the small hole where Lin Yang almost fell, not keeping up with his leaps in thought.

Lin Yang shook his head, "The prey isn’t important, I want everyone to look at this soil, it’s red, and its texture is somewhat similar to clay. Let’s dig some up and try firing some everyday pottery like water cups."

"Damn, it really is red."

"I study geology, red soil generally has a higher content of iron ions, making it more suitable for firing pottery than ordinary black soil, which has too high a content of humus affecting strength and structure."

Lin Yang: "Then let’s not hurry off yet, let’s dig some red soil to take back and try, if it works, we’ll come back with a shovel to dig more."

While talking, he entered combat mode, secured a hood on Little White, placed it on a nearby rock, then squatted down and began furiously digging the soil with his military knife, directly loading it into his backpack.

After being busy for a while, they continued on their way, and by the time they returned to camp, it was already one o’clock in the afternoon.

After unloading his equipment and the gains, securing Little White on an eagle perch, he began to analyze the soil while munching on jerky.