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