The Top Fishing
Chapter 698 - 295: Luring the White Fox

Chapter 698: Chapter 295: Luring the White Fox

Burp.

Lin Yang let out a satisfied burp and contentedly rubbed his belly.

"Brothers, after a sumptuous meal, I’m full. While it’s still not dark, let’s continue ice fishing, just to digest the food," he said.

He greeted the viewers in the live stream and then, with a pine stick in hand, got busy once more.

Since the snow house lacked glass windows, by three in the afternoon, the light inside had dimmed.

Lin Yang felt that the north wind outside was gradually dying down, so he crawled out of the snow house and stretched lazily.

The north wind that had blown all evening and most of the day had indeed come to a temporary halt; the treetops of the pine trees in the distance didn’t stir at all.

Such weather was hard to come by at this time.

Lin Yang said, "Brothers, let’s call it a day with the ice fishing. The light inside isn’t good, and we’re not short on fish for food. Since the wind has stopped, I’ll let Little White out to fly a few laps. The weather has been changing so much these past few days; Little White hasn’t had much chance to fly. Like walking a dog downstairs, not moving for a long time can cause problems."

After a greeting, he took a rabbit fur lure out of his backpack, tied the string to the pine stick, and let Little White, who had been by his side, take off over the lake surface.

At this moment, Little White had almost completely let down his guard around Lin Yang. As soon as the hood was removed and jesses were untied, he naturally spread his wings on Lin Yang’s arm.

With a gentle push of his right arm upwards, Little White leveraged the thrust to leap and quickly took off, spiraling up from the spot.

Having not flown for several days, Little White, suddenly set free, was very excited. He flapped his wings non-stop and sped up dramatically, quickly soaring to an altitude of over a hundred meters, still climbing.

In fact, in Lin Yang’s heart, Little White’s training and real-world eagle hunting had come to an end. After the heavy snowfall, everything had fallen silent. It was very hard to use Little White for hunting anymore, and when the sixty-day challenge was over, Little White couldn’t stay in the country legally, so the only fate awaiting him was to be set free back into the wilderness.

Before he knew it, Little White’s altitude kept climbing, and soon he reached over two hundred meters, the height at which he had hunted swans before, but there were no prey around, and Lin Yang didn’t make the feeding call.

Without commands, Little White obediently spread his wings and circled in the air, feeling the biting air currents and cold at high altitudes.

Without Lin Yang’s orders for a long time, Little White’s circling path grew larger and larger, gradually expanding from over a hundred meters in diameter to over three hundred meters.

In the field of vision, Little White was just a dark speck, and it seemed that a little more ascent would take him into the clouds.

Seeing that Little White had flown about enough, Lin Yang finally took out the lure and blew his whistle.

With their keen hearing and sight, raptors quickly dive and accelerate toward him.

Lin Yang used the length of the pine pole to increase the radius of the lure’s range, and soon started to play the lure game with Little White.

The more they practiced luring, the smoother the cooperation became, until Lin Yang was sweating from his forehead. Then he deliberately exposed a weakness, letting Little White seize the lure and took the opportunity to blow the whistle to feed and end the day’s activity.

It was his first day staying in the snow house on the lake, and he felt it was at least much more interesting than the shelter. As the sky grew dusk, Lin Yang, with his equipment and eagle, quickly tidied up and returned to the shelter.

As for the fish caught during the day, apart from one he brought back to make fish soup that evening, the rest were left outside the door of the snow house.

With temperatures close to negative twenty degrees Celsius, there was no worry of spoilage, and if any wild animals came to eat, Lin Yang was happy to share.

The next day, having enjoyed the pleasures of ice fishing, Lin Yang had breakfast and again arrived early at the snow house.

Just as he expected, many of the fish outside had disappeared; one of them was eaten, leaving only the head. Fish blood, in spots and dots, was scattered on the ice and snow outside, looking quite beautiful actually.

After crawling back into the snow house and checking everything, like the animal skins, tools, small stove, pottery jar—all still in place—Lin Yang resumed the live broadcast.

"Brothers, last night’s fish, which we deliberately didn’t put away, got some visitors. Ever since it snowed, it seems the wolves have left the area around our shelter. Judging by the residual signs and footprints, it must have been some kind of small beast, smaller than a wolf," he explained.

"Uh, is the host going to continue doing good deeds today? The battlefield looks pretty messy, with fish heads, scraps of meat, and lots of blood."

"Host, host, I have great news for you. Contestant 2 and 3 both quit yesterday, and now aside from you, only contestant 1, the bald guy; contestant 6, the Indian young lady; and contestant 8, Claude, are left—four people in total!"

"I feel only Claude has a chance of sticking it out to the end. The bald guy, contestant 1, has had no food for three days straight now, and his only food reserve left is two strips of smoked fish. No matter how he rations it, there’s no way he can last more than ten days."

"The one from upstairs is right; contestant 6, the Indian young lady, is quite a surprise. She could only dig up wild vegetables to fill her stomach at the beginning, but after a realization midway through, she caught quite a few fish with a hand-woven net. She should still have about seven or eight fish left."

"If there’s anyone who can compete with Master Lin, it’s only Claude. This guy’s getting a bit too cocky recently, feeding the meat of the muskox to the wild animals around the camp when he’s bored. He has meals and drinks three times a day, not worried at all about finishing a few hundred pounds of beef."

Lin Yang nodded, "Thanks for the intel, folks. The climate is getting harsher and there’s less and less we can do—just trying to enjoy the hardships. Come on, let’s continue ice fishing. The ice hole was frozen last night; we’ll smash it open again and see how many fish we can catch today."