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