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