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