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