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