hunting [Theme] Page 4

People call them hunting grounds, however, not everyone knows who here is really the hunter and who is prey.

If you're Napoleon, then I must warn you that the hunting season for Napoleon now open! Since yesterday. And will remove the skin. You have a natural?

- Stealth never leads to any good. For example, when my grandpa was going to hunt for Napoleon, they took with them a bucket of kerosene. One has only to sprinkle a little kerosene on the tail of Napoleon as he surrenders.
- Yes?
- Yeah. But one day, so he decided to catch the tiger. And anybody did not tell.

Move over, Earl. From hunting me. Hunter. What more can I say?!

To get rid of Stahl - it is necessary to stop the hunt for his Ghost.

Rex had just eaten, so he will not be hunting for a while.
Just fed? I assume you're talking about Eddie? You could show a little more respect, the man saved our lives by giving his.
- Then his problem is over. I want to say that predators don't hunt when they're hungry.
- No, this is only people.
- Oh, you're breaking our hearts! Sit down, let's begin this mobile feast!
- Rex just fed, so he won't be hunting for a while.
- Just fed? I assume you're talking about Eddie? You might show a little more respect, the man saved our lives by giving his.
-: Then his troubles are over. My point is, predators don't hunt when they're not hungry.
- No, only humans do.
- Oh, you're breaking our hearts! Saddle up, let's get this moveable feast under way!

Goblins are stupid, but not idiots.

Heh, you haven't hunted vampires, right?
Vampires, witches, warlocks for me, they are all the same.
No no, not at all. A vampire is nothing like a warlock, with warlock and the Granny can manage.

The first big rule of hunting: don't go near.

- You hunted ducks?
Yes, we once jumped on the hunt.
- I shot duck?
- I shot, so...
- I shot the unhappy God's creation?
- Yes from what you took? Well, hardly. Maybe a little hooked, just did not check.

Than ducks and animals to shoot - shoot better than the cigarettes!

Sometimes the hunter becomes the prey itself.
Sometimes, the hunter became the hunted.

Move at random, lot perekhvat, without the sun in the sky.
From darkness into darkness, one by one, as Bering - on sails.
The path will be simple only in the light of the stars for experienced swimmers:
From the Nord to the West, where the Western Cross, and the course in Twins.
These milestones clear to everyone, poachers doubly
At a time when the bulls are leading the pack among the stones.
In the sky Toros, squirt videos, black whales splash,
The cat roars - twilight tears, tiles ice crackle.
Rushes hurricane and snow storm howls Russian Blizzard -
George Saint on one side and St. Paul on the other!
So in the squalls sails of the hunting fleet away from the coast,
Where poachers from year to year are on a dangerous fishing.

Hunter often encounters surprises and dangers. At critical moments he has to use everything that falls under the arm, just not to miss the prey.