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