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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
In some areas
hunter who raised them
southern boundary
incidentally captured
undoubtedly in reservoirs
lower back
which are even closer
switched to Pakistan
Hunting mainly at dusk
Tyumen region
baiting the greyhounds
hunting with dogs
the speakers willingly take
which direction
requires maximum
knife and blade
led to the reorientation
looking around
meat for them an unusual
freeze their hands
resolutely stopped
larger fraction
much by speed as by force
impassable scrublands
flowing lowland
inconvenience gives hunters
biggest advantage
steal domestic birds
stuffed animal
direct accordance
commensurate with
hares during the night
little frequented by hunters
pistons or boots
fresh aspen branches
cannon can dive
beast always comes
peasants attacked
drag it in front of him
your smell will disappear
almost universal hunting
hold the lips
always causes discomfort
burrow for a trap
hold weapons
