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