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