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