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The boat was unloaded and equipment was dragged to a low coastal terrace fifteen meters from the water. In the stern of the boat there was only a can of oil and eleven charges of BSA of 303 caliber (7.7 mm) under an English army cartridge. A double-barrel in a case lay under bag packs on the shore and the little TOZ-8 leaned against the boxes tightly against the boxes.
Throwing the last bale off his shoulder, Yuri sat down on him and brushed sweat from his forehead with his hand. Montury was already sitting on the boxes closer to the water and breathing loudly after hard work. Continue reading
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
This case was told to me by a wonderful man, hunter and writer Boris Yermilovich Tikhomolov.
In the early thirties, he flew in the sky of Karakalpakia. He transported mail, delivered shepherds and geologists to remote plateaus, fishermen – to the Aral Sea, which was still full-flowing and multi-fishy …
But once a week is a must! – in his squad there were training flights, young pilots honed their skills on light single-engine airplanes, at the sight of which the tanned boys ran a race around the dusty bolshak and, pointing at the sky, sullenly yelled Continue reading