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