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