Sand, sand......
Old Johnson held his breath and walked in the silence of the Devil's River forest.He wore thick rabbitskin boots, and carefully raised his legs to make a tiny clatter on the leaves.Turning the shotgun in his hand and guiding the way ahead with the faint light, Johnson Sr. turned his ears and listened carefully to everything that was going on in the forest.Wang, Wang......
"On the left!"
”Hearing the shout, old John immediately chased in the direction from which the voice came.The hound, for the hunter, is no less important than the shotgun in his hand.Especially in dangerous forests, sometimes the hound can do more than the hunter himself.Following the roar of the hounds, old Johnson soon arrived at his destination.He saw Peter barking at a bush somewhere in the forest with his tail up, and without hesitation, he turned his gun at the bushes.Under the light of the shotgun, some scarlet blood stains could be faintly seen scraping on the treetops.Holding a shotgun, there was silence for dozens of seconds, making sure that there was no danger in the jungle.Old Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, but the shotgun in his hand still did not put down, he walked to the woods with cautious steps, took off his gloves and reached out to wipe the blood on the treetops, and rubbed it.Judging by the appearance of blood clotting, it must have been a while.Putting his finger in front of his nose and sniffing it, Johnson Sr. could basically tell that the prey would not be attacked for more than half an hour.That is, it is quite possible that the predator who launched the attack has not yet left from the vicinity.The thought of a hungry brown bear hiding in the surrounding forest made the expression on Johnson's face tense immediately.He clenched the shotgun in his hand and squinted his eyes over his surroundings.Soon, a clear trail of drag was found in the bushes next to the bushes.Judging by the scattered leaves and branches around the tracks, it is clear that one of the prey here has been attacked by a predator, and after killing, the prey is dragged by pulling.It's just that this way of hunting is obviously very different from the brown bear in Johnson's impression.As a ferocious beast of prey, the brown bear has almost no natural predators in the jungle.When hungry, even wolves and even smaller ones are in the range of brown bears.After catching prey, brown bears do not cover up and usually eat on the spot.Could it be that it wasn't the bear cubs who appeared around the wooden house?
Frowning, old Johnson couldn't help muttering, but the shotgun in his hand didn't have the slightest idea of letting go.Regardless of whether the target of the tracking is a bear cub or not, it is necessary for Johnson Sr. to investigate for the safety of the residence."
Peter, come here."
Having made up his mind, Old Johnson hurriedly beckoned the shotgun on the side.Reaching out, Peter sniffed the blood on his fingers as he wagged his tail.Peter sniffed the blood, then lowered his head and sniffed on the ground.Quickly found the right direction and ran over.Looking at the hound rushing out, old Johnson did not hesitate any longer this time, and chased after the hound and rushed inside.Barking......
In this way, a few hundred meters ahead.Peter stopped suddenly, sniffed the ground a few times, and after a few turns back and forth, he immediately screamed at a low bush.Following Peter's trail, old Johnson rushed to the bushes.The flashlight on the shotgun shone on the bush, and sure enough, a prey corpse of seventy or eighty centimeters in size, similar to a muntjac, was found inside.Looking at the corpse of the muntjac lying in the bushes, the vigilance in old Johnson's heart suddenly rose to the highest.He swept around with a wary gaze, beware of the beast that killed the muntjac from jumping out of the forest to attack him, and at the same time stepped forward and pulled the body out of the bushes by pulling the sharp horns of the muntjac's head.The corpse of the muntjac was unexpectedly light, and even an old man like Old Johnson could be dragged out with a single hand.However, when the body was dragged out, the elder Johnson understood why.The entire muntjac in his hand was only half of a intact head, and the rest of the body was all gnawed, especially the stomach below the back, which was directly cleared, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all gone."
It looks like it's a pretty hungry predator."
Looking at the muntjac corpse with little meat left in his hands, Old Johnson immediately made a judgment.That's not good news for Johnson Sr.Under normal circumstances, forest predators do not eat all their prey at once, but instead eat one prey at a time, often enough to support the energy expenditure of the predator three or four times.Because hunting is not a simple matter for them, and not every hunt can be successful, once they encounter continuous failures, even for predators, it is a very dangerous thing.And in this way, the prey is directly eaten, which represents.The predators themselves are not satisfied with the muntjac in the hands of old Johnson."
Peter, vigilance."
Bow your head and give a command to the hound.Old Johnson threw the muntjac corpse in his hand to the ground, raised his shotgun and moved slowly around the forest.Judging from the time of death of the prey, it would not have taken the hunter more than twenty minutes to drag the carcass here, which means that the dangerous beast was probably nearby."
Is it a cheetah, or is it a ......"
With a shotgun in hand, old Johnson looked around the forest vigilantly, and speculated in his mind about the possible identity of the beast."
Woo, woo......"
However, at this moment, Peter next to him suddenly lowered his body, bared his teeth and roared in the bushes next to old Johnson's left hand."
There it is!"
Noticing the hound's movements, old Johnson almost instinctively aimed the muzzle of his shotgun at the bushes.The faint light of the flashlight shone through the bushes.Old Johnson stared at his cloudy eyes and looked in the direction of the bushes.Under the reflection of the light, a ghostly light flashed.A pitch-black shadow burst out of the bushes, leaped into the air, and swooped in the direction of old Johnson.Bang!
The next second, gunshots rang out in the silence of the forest.…… Tuk-tuk – In a hostel in a border town near the Devil's River region, Texas.The knock on the door from outside the room forced Zhao Yuan to withdraw his gaze on the shattered picture of the system."
Dinner time."
Outside the door, the bearded voice of the innkeeper sounded.