Nickname: Su Wei of Alaska.
The profile picture he chose was a photo of him standing by a frozen lake, with his back to the camera and Cotton Candy perched on his shoulder.
Synopsis: A hunter living on Kodiak Island, where there is only snow, wine, and my fox.
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The video is loading slowly in the background.
Just then, Matt called.
" Su Wei, good news! The town's snowplows will clear the slope at our intersection this afternoon. I brought two concrete mixer trucks. If all goes well, the first round of pouring for the museum's foundation should be completed by tomorrow morning. You'd better be there tomorrow morning to oversee things; some wiring positions need your final confirmation."
Matt's voice always carries a sense of energy.
Su Wei rubbed his temples.
"I have important business to attend to in the mountains early tomorrow morning. Matt, I've already marked the locations on the ground with red flags. As long as the error is no more than five centimeters, you have full authority. I trust your professionalism."
Matt was silent for two seconds, then laughed.
"Looks like that brown bear is more important than your house. Fine, since you trust my expertise so much, I'll keep an eye on it."
Thanks, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back.
Su Wei hung up the phone.
The phone screen displays that the video has been successfully published.
He glanced at the backend; there was no playback data yet.
But that's not important.
This is just a preview; the real highlight is tomorrow on the North Slope.
Su Wei put down her phone and went into the storage room on the second floor.
He packed all his photography equipment back into his lightweight camera backpack.
The battery is fully charged.
He even specially added a miniature bracket above the scope of his Browning rifle for tomorrow's filming.
Used to mount the GoPro.
He wanted the audience to see the shock of the bullet leaving the barrel.
It was dusk.
Su Wei gave the snowmobile's engine a final check.
The Thunder God 8000 roared in the cold wind, its exhaust pipe emitting wisps of white smoke.
Su Wei turned off the engine and pushed the vehicle back to the garage.
He returned to the living room and sat down once again in front of the cold metal equipment.
In the backpack.
FX3, Energy Bar, 300 Winchester Magnum Ammunition, KA-BAR Hunting Knife.
Everything was placed in the most convenient spot.
Su Wei turned off the light and leaned back on the sofa.
The flames in the fireplace flickered.
He didn't go upstairs to sleep; instead, he stayed there wearing windproof pants and covered with a down comforter.
Tomorrow, everything is up to tomorrow.
His first solo hunt was about to begin.
This will be a completely new journey: hunting, photography, and a personal account.
He didn't know what tomorrow would bring.
But he will seize the moment.
Cotton Candy nestled under his armpit, her little head peeking out from under the blanket, her tiny blue eyes blinking.
Su Wei smiled and patted the little guy's bottom.
Finally, I closed my eyes.
She fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 159 Traces and Patient Waiting: It Finally Appears
The zippers of the white snow camouflage suit clicked shut, producing a series of fine, tight friction sounds that were particularly jarring in the quiet morning.
Su Wei tightened the two main buckles of his tactical vest and repeatedly checked the GoPro mount mounted on his chest.
To prevent vibrations during high-speed movement, he added a layer of shock-absorbing rubber pads.
At five in the morning, the sky outside the window was a deep purplish-black, characteristic of the Arctic, with the last vestiges of darkness before dawn enveloping everything.
The temperature on Kodiak Island plummeted, and even through thick wool socks and hiking boots, Su Wei could still feel the residual warmth of the underfloor heating being rapidly blocked by the thick rubber soles of his boots.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the icy air.
Su Wei bent down and lifted the assembled Sony FX3 from the solid wood table.
This machine, known as the King of the Night, now gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the dim light.
He mounted the camera on the pre-adjusted Gitzo carbon fiber tripod, aimed it at himself, and casually opened a crack in the window.
A cold wind, carrying snow dust, rushed into the room in an instant. The fire in the fireplace, which had been burning quietly, suddenly flickered and crackled, casting flickering light and shadow on Su Wei's face.
Su Wei calmly pressed the record button.
The red REC indicator light on the side of the device lit up in the darkness, and the thick rabbit fur cover on the miniature microphone trembled wildly in the biting draft.
Hello everyone, I am Su Wei.
He stood upright in front of the camera.
Behind him was a flickering fireplace, a symbol of civilization and warmth; in front of him were neatly stacked weapons— Browning rifles, KA-BAR Hunting Knife Alaska Harpoon, revolvers...
It's 5 a. m. on Kodiak Island, at the foot of Pillar Mountain. The temperature is -22 degrees Celsius.
Su Wei's voice sounded much deeper than usual due to the stimulation of just waking up and the cold. This slightly hoarse magnetism sounded particularly magnetic when captured by top-notch recording equipment.
"Today, we're going to handle a tricky case, worth $100,000."
He turned slightly to the side, his tactical-gloved fingers gently gliding over the metallic black barrel of the Browning rifle.
"The target is located on the north slope, nicknamed 'Missing Ear.' It's an adult male bear, weighing over 400 kilograms, in the throes of a voracious appetite, and exhibits a strong tendency to hunt in reverse. In Kodiak, such a creature means no-go."
"The wind is strong here, and the heavy snow has blocked all the decent roads, but for a true hunter, the snow can provide clues, and the sound of the wind can provide cover."
"The following footage may be somewhat raw, even disturbingly gory. But I will record the entire process of this pursuit and struggle as much as possible, until it's all over."
Welcome to Alaska. This is Su Wei's Wilderness Channel, Episode 1: King of the North Slope.
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his large hand and directly blocked the camera lens.
Cotton Candy had somehow ended up squatting on the solid wood handrail on the second floor. It tilted its snow-white little head and looked down, its blue eyes filled with confusion, as if it didn't understand why its owner was talking to a black box in this weather.
Su Wei looked up at it, but didn't give it a good morning kiss as usual.
He simply waved silently, signaling the little guy to go back to his nest.
At this moment, he was sprayed all over with a pungent chemical disinfectant, the smell of which made even himself feel nauseous.
Before the hunt is over, he must eliminate all his scent, otherwise the keen-eyed brown bear will be able to smell the presence of this outsider from a mile away.
He had already prepared food for Cotton Candy, as usual, placing raw meat and pet food in her food bowl and filling her water bowl with water, ensuring Cotton Candy could eat her fill today.
He forcefully pushed open the side door and secured the thickened camera equipment case and weapon bag to the rear rack of the Arctic Cat Thunder God 8000 snowmobile.
The highly elastic orange straps left deep indentations in the safety case, yet the Sony G Master Lens inside remained securely fastened even under such forceful binding.
The engine of the Thunder God 8000 let out a short, dry cough in the cold wind, then burst into a steady roar under the violent revving of Su Wei.
Thick white smoke billowing from the exhaust pipe quickly filled the garage exit, only to be instantly torn to shreds by the knife-like wind.
Su Wei pulled down his windproof goggles and stepped onto the seat, exuding a strong sense of futuristic style.
He looked down to check the indicator light on the action camera mounted on the side of his helmet—confirming it was on.
"Set off."
He twisted the accelerator sharply.
The tracks spun wildly, pushing aside the snow, and the snowmobile hurtled into the dark forest.
The edge of the Emerald Lake territory is a steep slope that has been closed due to an avalanche warning, with snow accumulation exceeding thirty centimeters.
Su Wei balanced the vehicle by constantly shifting its center of gravity, while the snowmobile's nitrogen shock absorbers constantly protested from being compressed to their limits. In this violent shaking, Su Wei could even feel the vibrations of the expensive equipment on the rear rack.
He weaved through the dense birch forest, maintaining a speed of forty kilometers per hour at all times.
At this speed, the extremely cold wind can easily damage exposed skin.
"We are now entering the middle section of the Pilan Creek, at an altitude of 500 meters, where the terrain rises in a stepped manner."
While keeping the car steady, Su Wei spoke into the throat-vibration wireless microphone.