While Adam was busy moving supplies,
Beside Baikal Lake, Gaston took out the fishing rods he brought and the homemade ones, and assembled them.
Taking advantage of the time before fishing started, Gaston brought out the stinky bird eggs and some wood chips that Fred had helped gather at noon.
Gaston cracked open the stinky bird eggs, unleashing a stench that rivaled biochemical weapons.
He gagged twice and immediately held his breath.
"Holy shit, that's potent!"
Better to suffer briefly than prolonged agony; Gaston held his breath as he mixed the stinky bird eggs with the wood chips using a stick.
He didn't dare use his hands directly, otherwise, they'd be ruined!
After mixing, Gaston ran to a distance, taking big gulps of air, before returning to the lakeside, his face contorted.
Holding his breath, he quickly tossed the mixture of stinky bird eggs and wood chips into the shallow water area not far from the lake's edge.
