The Top Fishing
Chapter 681 - 289: A New Subject_2

Chapter 681: Chapter 289: A New Subject_2

"Yeah, yeah, if you calculate it that way, above that there’s university, graduate, doctorate, postdoc? Is the ceiling for Eagle Hunting that high?"

"I think if we’re just talking about Box Hunting rabbits, Little White should have already graduated perfectly. But as for Pan Hunting, I haven’t seen that yet, so I can’t really judge. Saying it’s completed high school should be pretty conservative."

Lin Yang grinned, "Just like with competitive fishing, is getting the Fishing King title the technical endpoint? Not at all."

Think about it, when Fishing Kings compete against each other, isn’t there a winner and a loser? There’s always someone who performs a little better, could that be considered another level of technical skill?"

I personally believe that in any sport dominated by humans, once a certain height is reached, it’s incredibly difficult to break through the limit. After reaching a certain standard, even a little improvement can be considered entering another level."

Moreover, Eagle Hunting doesn’t just rely on humans. The Hunter, the Falcon, and their cooperation with each other, all impact the ultimate performance of the sport."

His analogy with fishing opened up new horizons of imagination for the viewers. Indeed, in any sport at the top level, every small improvement counts as a significant step forward.

While chatting casually with his viewers, Little White had thoroughly enjoyed its bath in the basin.

Except for a small part of the feathers on its head and back, its entire body was soaked with water.

Fluffed up, its body shape looked rather vague, but now as its feathers clung to its body, Little White’s muscles were prominently displayed.

It quite resembled one of those bully breed dogs that had become popular in recent years, with chest muscles and thighs that were evenly muscular and solid.

Lin Yang glanced at Little White and noted that the blood stains on its chest and head had been mostly washed away. He symbolically dabbed it with a little water, then donned the leather sleeve on his arm and hoisted the falcon up.

With its feathers thoroughly washed, Little White soon spread its wings to dry them in the angle of the sunlight, grooming its feathers occasionally with its beak, and its tail would occasionally twitch, indicating its complete satisfaction with the bath.

Human and falcon sat in front of the cabin where the sunlight sheltered them from the wind. The slanting golden rays in the high latitudes fell on them, and, coupled with the nearby wilderness, presented a raw and wild beauty.

It was as if time had frozen at that moment, captivating many viewers with this scene.

After about half an hour of air-drying, Little White’s wing feathers had completely dried. Lin Yang brought out a toad and five-foot leash to tether the falcon anew, then placed Little White back on its perch.

This bath seemed to have a special effect on Little White. Perched on the frame, it looked very gentle, fully relaxed, as if it didn’t see Lin Yang as a human who captured and restrained it but as a trustworthy partner and friend.

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Early the next day, as usual, Lin Yang got up early to prep the falcon. After the bath, Little White’s feathers were fluffier. It shook its head outside the wooden house for less than half an hour, and its feathers completely relaxed, soon shaking out a large feather core.

During regular feedings, Lin Yang always had to provide feather cores, and he gave especially more rabbit fur yesterday in preparation for the upcoming training.

As usual, he picked up the feather core, observed it by crumbling it, noting it was slightly damp with a bland smell and almost no mucus or undigested fat, which indicated Little White’s digestive system was incredibly strong and at its absolute peak.

After the falcon finished its breakfast on its perch, Lin Yang started the live stream early, and the training for the new day officially began.

"Front row, good morning, host."

"Are we continuing with the next subjects of training today?"

"Little White looks so clean after the bath."

While resting the falcon with its hood on aside, Lin Yang began the final preparations before training.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t bind meat to the lure this time; he just dryly stuffed it into his backpack, picked up a cup made of thin clay with a pine wood stopper, and then packed all the rabbit meat for feeding, ready to set out.

The training location Lin Yang chose was the area he had been hunting in lately. The population of rabbits in this small area had already diminished due to daily hunting, and he was more familiar with the surroundings, which made it suitable for training.

"Guys, today’s training subject is Pan Fei. It’s not the same as the previous spinning lures Pan Fei, it’s a more advanced version. For the specifics, just watch me."

After a brief interaction in the public chat, Lin Yang started the training with the tools in his hand.

He untied Little White’s five-foot leash and toad from its hood, then casually placed Little White on a rock about forty centimeters high after removing the hood.

Fully relaxed, Little White crouched on the rock without moving, its gaze fixed on Lin Yang who was walking further away.

When he was about fifty meters out, Lin Yang stopped, swiveled his backpack around to his chest, and casually took out the lure.

A flash of the lure, a whistle, and Little White dipped its head slightly and flew towards him with effort.

This calling process was something Lin Yang had repeated dozens, if not hundreds, of times before, and it was nearly a conditioned reflex by now.

But this time was different; after Little White took off, he did not continue to spin the lure for it to simulate a chase. Instead, he swiftly tucked the lure back into his backpack and hid it away.