Li Long had thought Director Qian might decide to stop hunting. After all, the Jeep could only hold so much.
"Xiao Li, which gazelles have meat that doesn't taste good?" Director Qian suddenly asked Li Long.
"The big rams," Li Long answered offhandedly. "Their meat is really gamey, with a rank smell too. It doesn't taste as good as the ewes."
"All right, keep the biggest ram and throw out one of the others. I've counted, and we still don't have enough gazelle horns. We need to keep going and shoot at least one more." Director Qian intended to get his fill of hunting before leaving.
Li Long still hesitated. Wasn't that a bit too wasteful?
Xiao Si was already moving. He kept the biggest ram and picked up two other rams, throwing them beside the road.
"All right, Xiao Li, I know you hate to part with them. Don't worry. When we're done, apart from the biggest ram, which I'm taking to have mounted, I'll leave all the ewes we shoot to you. How's that?" Director Qian said with a smile.
Li Long actually understood that people like Director Qian, and even Li Xiangqian, had no shortage of meat. To them, eating game was just a change of taste. It certainly wasn't as good as farm-raised beef or mutton.
This wasn't like later years, when game was hard to find and people secretly eating a little found it novel and desirable.
At this time in Northern Xinjiang, wildlife like this was truly abundant. Shooting gazelles here in winter was nothing special. People with the resources would drive Jeeps out with trucks to the sandy hollows in the north and shoot gazelles with submachine guns.
The deserts of Northern Xinjiang were different from those in Southern Xinjiang. Most were stabilized