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