King of the Wilderness

Lin Yu’an and his father-in-law Robert, along with his four brothers-in-law, donned professional hunting gear.

They wore thick camouflage cold-weather clothing, with high waterproof hunting boots on their feet. Each person exuded a rugged and focused aura typical of a hunter.

Second brother Garrett inspected his .30-06 caliber Remington Model 700 rifle while saying to Lin Yu’an, "Lin, honestly, I still can’t quite believe it."

"It’s already the end of January, and all hunting seasons have long ended. Are we really okay going out to hunt elk in such a high-profile manner?"

"Don’t make us all end up on the local news headlines with you."

Although the others didn’t speak, they had the same doubts in their eyes.

Lin Yu’an smiled and drew his custom .300 Winchester Magnum rifle from the scabbard by the saddle, skillfully checking the bolt and scope.

He spoke in a calm but absolutely confident tone, "Don’t worry, Garrett. On this land, we make the rules."

Seeing the puzzled looks in everyone’s eyes, he continued to explain, "I have inherited a Warrior Charter on this land."

"It grants the landowner the right to self-regulate fish and game management on a level almost equal to that of the state."

"This means, as long as it’s within our own land boundaries, as long as it’s for the purpose of managing and maintaining ecological balance."

"We can hunt any game we need, on any day of the year, without adhering to the state’s Fish and Game Department’s conventional hunting season regulations."

His words landed like a bombshell, stunning all the brothers-in-law present.

"Fuck..." Garrett couldn’t help but curse, "Can you really play like this? It’s practically a king’s privilege!"

The astute third brother, Bo, immediately recognized the immense business value behind this.

"Oh my God... Lin, did you know? Just this year-round hunting privilege, if handled properly, could make your place the top private hunting club in All of America!"

"Those wealthy individuals from California and New York are willing to pay a hundred thousand US Dollars for a chance to hunt top-grade elk in winter!"

"Haha! Let’s not talk business today, Bo," Lin Yu’an laughed, cutting him off. "Today, it’s all about family."

He turned to his always-silent father-in-law Robert and said sincerely, "Dad, today on this land, I hope to fulfill a wish for you."

Robert looked at him a bit confused.

Lin Yu’an’s lips curved into a smile. "I heard from Aliya that you’ve always had a grand wish."

"To personally hunt a trophy bull elk with antlers that could break the Montana record and be written into history books."

Hearing this, Robert’s weathered face showed a flash of surprise and longing, but it was quickly replaced by a wry smile.

"Yes, that’s true," he sighed.

"But it’s too difficult. Those old guys of that caliber are as cunning as ghosts. They’ve been through countless battles to live that long."

"I haven’t seen an elk that size in Montana for years."

Lin Yu’an smiled.

"Dad, while it may be difficult in Montana, here at Giant Stone River, what we’re doing today is not searching for it but selecting it."

He turned to the security chief, Sean O’Connor, who had been waiting on the side, and said, "Sean, show Mr. Robert the data."

"Yes, sir."

Sean immediately handed over a rugged and waterproof tablet. On the screen was a satellite map of the ranch, marked with more than ten red location points.

Sean opened one of them, and a photo captured by an infrared camera at night popped up.

The subject of the photo was a bull elk as massive as a prehistoric beast, with enormous symmetrical antlers as intricate as a burning crown against the lens!

The image was annotated with rows of professional data:

"Code Name: King"

"Estimated Age: 12 years"

"B&C Score (preliminary estimate): 420+"

"Activity Area: Northern Ridge..."

"B&C score over 420?!" Elder brother Wyatt was the first to exclaim.

He knew all too well what that number meant. The Boone and Crockett scoring system is North America’s most authoritative one for measuring big game trophy sizes.

It’s more than just a club; its measurement standards are followed by all official bodies and hunting organizations.

Its influence has long surpassed North America, from Europe’s Alps to New Zealand’s Southern Alps.

Even in Asia’s hunting circles, when people talk about a world-class trophy, they still reference B&C scores. It is the universal language of this domain.

He took a deep breath, looking again at the photo on the tablet with a tremble in his voice.

Any elk scoring over 400 points in B&C is already world-class, worthy of being written into history!

And a score of 420... This score, not only easily breaks Montana’s decades-old record but also qualifies to challenge Wyoming’s historical record!"

Sean’s finger swiped on the screen, bringing up a series of "monster-class" bull elk photos with different code names and angles, each equally stunning.

"This is Caesar, B&C score 415+..."

"This is Unicorn, with a unique spear-like fork on its left antler, scoring 405+..."