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