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