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