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