Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Chapter 86: Hunting a Moose

Reading, eating, going to bars, hunting.

These four things have completely permeated Jason's life lately.

Jason couldn't help but yell loudly a few times, especially the feeling of speeding across the snowfield on a snowmobile.

"Jason, you've been hunting again?" Old Gary looked at Jason, who was completely covered up and carrying a hunting rifle, and poured him a beer.

Jason, sipping his drink, asked, "Old Gary, are there any good hunting spots around our town?"

"Ha~" Old Gary burst out laughing instantly. "Jason, you didn't come away empty-handed again today, did you?"

Jason remained silent in response, which confirmed Gary's suspicions.

"Jason, you should go gold mining. This job as a hunter is really not for you," old Gary shook his head, sighed, and advised.

There are plenty of wild animals in Alaska, but even so, Jason's biggest catch was still a snow chicken, a stroke of luck that left old Gary speechless.

"I'll just hunt one deer," Jason said, unwilling to give up.

The shows in my past life featured so many wild animals, and although I knew there was an element of acting involved, there shouldn't have been so few.

"Jason, do you have a license?"

"I have it!" Jason glared at him. Although it was bought with money, it was still legitimate.

"Jason, I sell venison here. I can give it to you for free if you want, but you have to teach me how to pan for gold," a burly man shouted in the bar, instantly drawing a chorus of agreement.

"Yeah, Jason, if you want to hunt, I'll take you into the wild. We can hunt deer, even bears, no problem!"

"Me too, Jason, me too!"

Jason rolled his eyes at the commotion and said irritably, "I just need to teach you guys how to pan for gold, what are you thinking?"

He pulled a two-hundred-dollar bill from his wallet, weighed it down with a beer mug, and said to old Gary, "Two hundred dollars, consider it my treat for everyone to drinks."

Back home, Jason met his mother's strange gaze and gave a stiff smile.

"Jason, if all else fails, you should go back to the mines," Lillian couldn't help but advise her son, who loved hunting but could never catch anything.

Jason chuckled awkwardly, "I'll go back in a few days, in a few days."

Since there wasn't much to do back at the mine anyway, Jason decided to wait a bit longer, in case he accidentally stumbled upon his prey.

Every morning, after breakfast, Jason would always go out with his hunting rifle on his back.

Riding snowmobiles across the snow, traversing one undulating snowdrift after another.

Having spent so much time on the snowfield, and having enjoyed watching documentaries in his past life, Jason has developed his own method for tracking prey.

The method is simple, crude, and even crude.

There's nothing complicated about it, just follow the footprints and turn the accelerator all the way to the floor.

As for what kind of animal it was, Jason couldn't tell from the footprints anyway. With the truth in hand, that was his greatest confidence.

Tired from driving, Jason chopped down some dead trees nearby and started a fire on the snow.

Opening a can of food and heating it directly next to a fire is a unique way to have a picnic.

The rising smoke also dispelled the chill from Jason's body.

While eating canned meat, Jason would occasionally raise his binoculars to scan the area, only to be met with a vast expanse of white, which made him give up.

Today is destined to be another day of empty-handedness.

When Jason got home, a camera was pointed at him, which startled him.

"Who are you?"

"Hello Mr. Jason, this is from the production team, sent by Mr. Jon to film you," the cameraman introduced himself. "Of course, you can rest assured, I won't disturb your normal life."

Jason asked curiously, "If I go back to Australia later, you won't come with me, will you?"

"Yes, I will go with you to Australia to meet Mr. Cass later," the photographer answered while filming.

Jason just smiled at this; what else could he say when he was already here?

Lillian frowned slightly but didn't say anything; she knew they were just working.

When cooking dinner, Lillian prepared an extra portion for one person. Although she wasn't quite used to being photographed by a photographer yet, she still made sure to observe proper etiquette.

"Jason, I think you should go back to the mine. If that's not possible, you could go on a trip," Lillian suggested after dinner.

Jason glanced at the camera that was filming and nodded.

At night, Jason lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind blank, doing nothing.

In my past life, I always dreamed of saving enough money to quit my job and travel the world, but I died before I could achieve that dream.

Now I have money and free time, but I don't know what to do with it.

"How about we go to the Yukon Territory for a trip?"

"Okay, it's decided then, we'll go to the Yukon."

Jason, acting on impulse, immediately took out his phone and called Dolino, who was in charge of security at the mine.

After a brief discussion about the mine's security arrangements, Jason asked Dolino for his opinion after learning that the security personnel had been expanded from three to eight.

"Boss, no problem. I'll set off today with Noges and we expect to arrive at your place the day after tomorrow," Dolino replied crisply.

"No rush, be careful."

"Okay, boss."

After hanging up, Jason called Jon Smith, the show's producer, to briefly explain his plans to go to the Yukon.

On the other end of the phone, Jon Smith looked utterly helpless after speaking with Jason.

What could he do? The contract he signed when he invited Jason was practically non-binding; Jason could have just packed up and left.

All he could do for Jason, who was a controversial figure, was to offer kind words of advice.

The next day, at breakfast, Jason told his mother, Lillian, about his decision.

The result was obvious: Lillian did not object. After all, Jason was an adult, capable of taking responsibility for himself, and he had bodyguards. What did she have to worry about?

However, Lillian still required Jason to report that he was safe and sound every two days while he was in the Yukon. This was mandatory and non-negotiable.

Jason also discussed the relocation with Lillian, but it was clear that it wouldn't work.

"Okay, Mom, transportation is pretty convenient now. You can go to Australia anytime you want." Although it takes four days to travel there and back, Ellie only comes back once every two weeks.

As for the cost of round-trip transportation, that's not a problem.

For the next two days, Jason really let loose and had a blast.

This time, however, he wasn't alone; he had to bring a photographer with him.

On the snowfield, Jason put his self-developed methods for tracking prey into practice, speeding across the snowmobile.

Whether it was fate or not, after Jason crossed a small hill, in the vast white snow, a moose was nibbling on tender branches in the bushes.

Lying on the snow slope, Jason was fortunate to be downwind, and the moose hadn't spotted him yet.

He loaded the bullet, aimed, and with a gunshot, the moose in the bushes collapsed to the ground. Even so, Jason fired another shot.

"I finally caught him!" All the frustration I had been holding back was released in an instant.

Sitting on the snowmobile, Jason urged the photographer, "Let's go, let's get on the vehicle quickly."

A snowflake swirled on the snow. Jason stopped a short distance from the moose, and cautiously probed its depths as he looked at the moose lying motionless on the ground.

Jason only approached when he saw that the moose was truly dead.

The moose is dark brown in color and is very large, about the size of an adult yellow cow. Even when it lies on the ground, it still makes people feel intimidated.

Especially the antlers on its head, which resemble tree branches and have edges like short swords, are full of power and majesty.

When handled, the fur feels rough and thick, and still retains warmth.

"Can you dissect it?" Jason asked the photographer, standing in front of the mountain of flesh.

The photographer didn't say anything, but quietly took two steps back, showing Jason the answer through his actions.

Holding the knife, Jason was lost in thought.

It would have been better not to kill it at all. This was the first time in his two lives that he had dissected such a large animal, and he had absolutely no experience.

"This thing should be similar to killing a chicken, right?" Jason encouraged himself, picked up the knife, and began to operate.

Use a knife to cut open the fur on the abdomen, then carefully cut through the muscles, never going too deep, for fear of cutting open the internal organs.

As Jason worked, he took off a lot of his clothes, leaving him sweating profusely.

Jason originally wanted to skin the deer, but just taking out the internal organs almost killed him, so he gave up on that idea.

Jason knew that cutting along the joint would be easier, but he had never done it before, so he struggled and found it very difficult.

It took nearly three hours, and Jason was covered in moose blood. Even so, Jason only managed to remove the two moose legs and the moose head.

Jason wiped the bloodstains with snow, and looking at the large lump of flesh, he had no choice but to give up.

We headed back home.

Jason drove straight to the town, not going home, but heading straight to the pub.

Having hunted such a large moose, Jason decided to show off properly, so that old Gary wouldn't keep complaining that he couldn't catch any prey.

"Hey, isn't this Jason? Looks like you've made a big haul this time," old Gary teased, looking at Jason whose bloodstains hadn't been cleaned off yet.

"Not much, just a moose," Jason said casually. "Old Gary, give me a beer. This moose is so big, it almost killed me."

Jason inadvertently showed off.

"You brought them all back?" Old Gary asked, somewhat incredulously, as he handed Gary a beer.

"No, I only brought back two deer legs and a deer head. The rest will be used to feed the animals," Jason said generously.

"Tsk tsk," old Gary shook his head. "What a spendthrift!"

Jason didn't say anything. So what if he's a spendthrift? He's not capable of getting it back. If he were to get it back intact, he'd be half dead.

Even so, his hands are trembling a little now.