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