What happened to me once in a hike


It’s fascinating to go camping. Every time something interesting happens, something unusual.

Once we, classmates, together with the head of the tourist circle Oleg Borisovich went to an environmental expedition. Our task, apart from recreation and entertainment, was to clean the spring near one of the villages sixty kilometers from our city.

Part of the way we passed by bus, the other – walked and on the outskirts of the village arranged a small camp of several tents. Appointed on duty, I was among them. It was necessary to bring brushwood, build a fire, make dinner. I went to the nearest wood for firewood. “Be careful, there may be beasts!” someone shouted after him. I did not attach importance to these words. He dared to plunge into the woods, began to collect dry. And suddenly I heard a crack from the side, and none of the guys followed, it’s for sure. I was frightened, but found the courage to look in that direction. In eight or ten steps stood a small wild boar, black with gray stripes, small eyes, an extended, moving nose. We stared at each other, assessing the situation. I do not know what the beast felt when looking at me, and I was not thrilled with this meeting. “And suddenly there is a whole family here,

When we with the guys and Oleg Borisovich came to the same place after a while, there was already nobody there. And next to it was a stream of water that we had to clear.


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What happened to me once in a hike