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