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