"The meat we bring back, naturally, we must give him a portion. This is the legal foundation of our community sharing."
Barton steered the topic back to the plan of action: "So, before setting off, I've already asked around in the community."
"This year, a total of twelve elderly and less mobile neighbors have authorized their moose hunting tags to us hunters who can still get around."
He pointed to a stack of documents on the table: "Including our own tags, this autumn, the entire Wiseman Community has a legal quota to hunt 21 adult moose."
"Twenty-one?" David couldn't help but exclaim, this number far exceeded his imagination.
"That's right." Barton nodded.
"But this doesn't mean we can hunt recklessly; we must strictly adhere to the rules and proceed with a plan."
"So, we've split into several hunting teams, taking action simultaneously in different areas."
"And our team is responsible for hunting seven of those tags." He pointed at the four people seated around the table.
