Hunter's rest
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Day after day, we jumped on the horses early in the morning,
The air was cold, the mountains high and sharp.
Day after day, we climbed the mountain picks, went down the wadis,
Nothing, no fox nor wolf was seen at the distance.
Birlan and his young brother Tas-Tuluk, were not planning to give up.
They are hunters, maybe the best hunters of the Hovd-Gol area.
on the forth day, -30, light wind, high clouds, we went once again,
this time to the high black mountains in the north, the Mongol territory.
from a distance, a small brown dot was running away.
the leather hut were taking off the heads of the golden eagles.
the horses run at the speed of light, jumping over big rocks
and small Creeks. the small dot was getting bigger, it was a fox.
the distance between Birlan to the fox was now small.
a sharp shout was heard and Birlan released his eagle.
a few seconds after, Tas-Tuluk releases the second eagle.
Silence was all around.
the fox was caught
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