The young tav was bait, which he pecked at, swallowing with a hook. The hole is narrow, it is impossible to turn around. I had to back off. After each jerk, he shot, without looking into the cave. The main thing now is not accuracy in shooting, but the ability to get out of the trap. The shooting betrayed his presence, but this does not change anything, they were waiting for him here. And he, pushing through a narrow manhole, did not really care about observing silence. Tava does not make several exits in the den, and he hoped to see a family huddled together. The fact that the Tawa gathered in a flock came as a surprise to the hunter.