The Top Fishing

"Uh, Pan Hunting, does that mean letting Little White fly high? Is that what you mean?"

Lin Yang: "Yes, when it’s stable, the higher it flies, the better, so when I saw Little White repeatedly climbing in circles around me, I didn’t blow the whistle in time.

Actually, today I blew the whistle because I noticed that after several circles, Little White had stabilized its flying height, or else, I would have let it continue climbing."

"Uh, today’s height must have been a hundred meters, right? Is that enough?"

Lin Yang shook his head: "Not nearly enough. I’ll feed him a small amount, let him rest for a while, and then fly again once he has digested his food at noon.

This initial height of a hundred meters for a major Pan is already high, but for hunting Little Swans, it’s still not sufficient. I estimate we need at least one hundred fifty to one hundred eighty meters to stand a chance."

Close to noon, indeed, he let Little White take a major Pan again.

This performance was almost no different from the morning, as Little White maintained a habitual flying height of around 100 meters.

After a session of Pan Fei, Lin Yang continued feeding the meat, and after returning to camp, added rabbit fur to feed the last portion, placed the falcon on the stand, then took the drone and left the camp to get busy.