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