Uncle Victor shook his head again, "I did bring a shotgun, but considering we were engaged in surface fishing without any plans to go ashore, I brought buckshot rather than slugs."
"That boar in the middle of the river is a mature male, and five shots of buckshot won't be enough to kill it. In fact, it might not even pierce the skin."
Uncle Victor's words made Lin Yang feel a bit regretful.
This was a rare opportunity, far better than the effort of tracking in the mountains with nothing to hide behind; the boar wouldn't be able to take advantage of its physical strength in the water.
Since buckshot couldn't penetrate the boar's hide, the hunting effect would naturally be poor. Was there another method?
A decision had to be made quickly. Though the river was wide, it would not take long to swim to the other side. Any further delay and the chance would be lost.
