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