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