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A story about boar hunting
The fourth night I sit on the tower, the guard of the boar. Just today I have to get it. Yes, today, and this particular boar. Firstly, I am leaving at night, and secondly, it’s not just a boar, but a beast that I haven’t seen in my rather large practice. For three nights in a row, he goes out to my tower at the same time, walks in circles, snorts, cracks with branches, but is not substituted for the shot. However, today I prepared a surprise, and he must make a mistake. But everything is in order. Continue reading
incidentally captured
steal domestic birds
fresh aspen branches
freeze their hands
resolutely stopped
looking around
hares during the night
lower back
larger fraction
undoubtedly in reservoirs
the speakers willingly take
stuffed animal
pistons or boots
hunter who raised them
always causes discomfort
baiting the greyhounds
almost universal hunting
requires maximum
Tyumen region
impassable scrublands
commensurate with
much by speed as by force
burrow for a trap
southern boundary
cannon can dive
which are even closer
biggest advantage
hold the lips
which direction
drag it in front of him
meat for them an unusual
led to the reorientation
Hunting mainly at dusk
flowing lowland
beast always comes
direct accordance
your smell will disappear
knife and blade
little frequented by hunters
hold weapons
peasants attacked
inconvenience gives hunters
In some areas
hunting with dogs
switched to Pakistan
