"Oh, right. Andre was that guy from earlier. As you saw, he's a man of principle—a stubborn old fellow."
"I can tell," Bartel said with a solemn nod, reaching out to shake his hand.
"That guy gives off a powerful aura. It's the kind of presence only a veteran hunter has. I'd bet he's been in this business for about as long as I have."
"I remember hearing he has nearly thirty years of wilderness survival experience, right?"
"Thirty years?! Oh my God... How old is he?"
"Thirty-eight, I think?"
"Damn it. No wonder I heard at the start of the season that there were a lot of monsters this time. What's the difference between that guy and a wild man?"
Seeing the two men chatting endlessly, Erica poked Lin Chen and pointed to the black-tailed deer on the ground.
"Aren't you going to process it? The innards are going to spoil."
"Holy crap! I almost forgot!"
Lin Chen yelped and hurried over to pull his combat knife from the deer's neck.
"How are we splitting the hide?"
