Охота на утку осенью с подхода и с чучелами видео
Охота на уток осенью с подхода и с чучелами. Здравствуйте друзья, Прошел по лесным болотам, хотел добыть утку. Болота застыли и уток на наших не было. Пришлось искать их на реке и к вечеру нашёл небольшую стаю из которой выбил одну утку. Вечером не успел забрать утку, быстро стемнело и утку унесло ветром. Утром просидел 4 часа с чучелами, ни одна утка утка не пролетела, пошел охотиться с подхода и искать вчерашнего селезня. Duck hunting in autumn from the approach and with stuffed ducks. Hello, friends, I was walking through the forest swamps, I wanted to get a duck. The marshes were frozen, and there were no ducks on our island. I had to look for them on the river, and in the evening I found a small flock, from which I knocked out one duck. In the evening I didn't have time to pick up the duck, it quickly got dark, and the duck was blown away by the wind. In the morning I sat for 4 hours with stuffed animals, not a single duck flew by, went hunting from the approach. I caught two ducks, one of which dived and did not come up again. I found a duck-drake taken from the evening, which the mink dragged into its hole and chewed off its head and neck. I had to give the duck to the dog. I also started learning to play the guitar, at night I sang a song about hunting by the campfire: a rustle was heard in the floodplain, and the dog froze Someone fired, but I was unlucky again It's spring, and ducks are flying over the lake Fattened ducks in autumn are a good trophy Again autumn has whirled a carousel of melodies I will hunt with the breeze, I will ride on the notes. And I'll play if I'm still good for something And I'll sing to you if I'm good for something. I remember how long ago my father and mother taught me Treat so treat love so love Walk so walk shoot so shoot But the ducks are already flying high Fly so fly, I'll wave to them. I do not regret that I often live as fate dictates I just know that someday, one of these days Everything will come back, it will definitely come back again And the weather, and hope, and the warmth of friends So let's get bored in these joyful moments Our meeting, and it's just around the corner. Again in the spring the ducks will return from the flight Longing for lakes with blue water So, a long time ago, a fast gyrfalcon was chasing a fox So now he's guarding his prey Don't say goodbye, I'm telling you, I'll see you soon. Everything will come back, and it will come back, so we will live I remember how long ago my father and mother taught me Treat so treat love so love Walk so walk shoot so shoot But the ducks are already flying high Fly so fly, I'll wave to them. Fly so fly, I'll wave to them.
Охота на уток осенью с подхода и с чучелами. Здравствуйте друзья, Прошел по лесным болотам, хотел добыть утку. Болота застыли и уток на наших не было. Пришлось искать их на реке и к вечеру нашёл небольшую стаю из которой выбил одну утку. Вечером не успел забрать утку, быстро стемнело и утку унесло ветром. Утром просидел 4 часа с чучелами, ни одна утка утка не пролетела, пошел охотиться с подхода и искать вчерашнего селезня. Duck hunting in autumn from the approach and with stuffed ducks. Hello, friends, I was walking through the forest swamps, I wanted to get a duck. The marshes were frozen, and there were no ducks on our island. I had to look for them on the river, and in the evening I found a small flock, from which I knocked out one duck. In the evening I didn't have time to pick up the duck, it quickly got dark, and the duck was blown away by the wind. In the morning I sat for 4 hours with stuffed animals, not a single duck flew by, went hunting from the approach. I caught two ducks, one of which dived and did not come up again. I found a duck-drake taken from the evening, which the mink dragged into its hole and chewed off its head and neck. I had to give the duck to the dog. I also started learning to play the guitar, at night I sang a song about hunting by the campfire: a rustle was heard in the floodplain, and the dog froze Someone fired, but I was unlucky again It's spring, and ducks are flying over the lake Fattened ducks in autumn are a good trophy Again autumn has whirled a carousel of melodies I will hunt with the breeze, I will ride on the notes. And I'll play if I'm still good for something And I'll sing to you if I'm good for something. I remember how long ago my father and mother taught me Treat so treat love so love Walk so walk shoot so shoot But the ducks are already flying high Fly so fly, I'll wave to them. I do not regret that I often live as fate dictates I just know that someday, one of these days Everything will come back, it will definitely come back again And the weather, and hope, and the warmth of friends So let's get bored in these joyful moments Our meeting, and it's just around the corner. Again in the spring the ducks will return from the flight Longing for lakes with blue water So, a long time ago, a fast gyrfalcon was chasing a fox So now he's guarding his prey Don't say goodbye, I'm telling you, I'll see you soon. Everything will come back, and it will come back, so we will live I remember how long ago my father and mother taught me Treat so treat love so love Walk so walk shoot so shoot But the ducks are already flying high Fly so fly, I'll wave to them. Fly so fly, I'll wave to them.