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