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