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