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