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