"John Ringo - Roast Suckling Damnbeast" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ringo John)

weapon of choice is an assegai, a short spear. However, uhmmm,
Mardukans generally don't fit in the burrows so it's not so much
traditional as what they would use - if they were stupid enough to try it
and could fit in the burrow.

Burrow tunnels are normally 20-30 meters in length, about a meter
and a half wide and a half meter high. They will have two to three twists in
them and at least one "gooseneck" to catch runoff from Marduk's
notorious rains. Note that the gooseneck will often contain standing
water, but the intrepid hunter should be able to duck through it and get to
air on the other side.

These burrows exist because the damn-beast is a natural prey of the
HOLY-SHIT! beast. All items relating to preparation of Roast Suckling
Damn-Beast can be used for Roast Suckling HOLY-SHIT! beast. However,
the hunter is reminded that the HOLY-SHIT! beast is seven times the size
of the damn-beast. Dress appropriately

Passing through these obstacles our hunter should shortly thereafter
encounter the defending parent damn-beast. Remember, the damn-beast
has no vulnerabilities on the front end. If using an automatic weapon,
long, wildly uncontrolled bursts are the way to go. You won't have much
time, so putting as many armor piercing rounds as possible on target is
the only way to be around to write your own article. Care and decorum are
not keynote words for the few seconds between "What's that smell?" and
"Oh, THANK GOD that's over!"

If you're using an assegai...drop me a note afterwards, will you? Not
before, though. I'm required by Imperial Law to report suicide attempts.

Having dispatched the defending parent you will have to make your
way past the carcass. Since it will more or less block the opening to the
den, I leave the method up to the discretion of the hunter. (In my case, let
me say two words: Big. Knife.).

After this you will have reached the horrible little bastards you are
after. By this time they will be feeding on their deceased parent, snapping
at you and generally making a real pain-in-the-ass of themselves. You
can't kill the little bastards, (though if you ever try this, and succeed, you
will understand my lack of kindness towards these horrible little
snapping-turtle m*&^%$#@$%^&g bastards) because the cook wants
them "as fresh as possible". (The stupid m*&^%$#@%^&r. See him
trying this?)

Proceed to pick them up and put them in the sack you brought... Look,
if you just brought these instructions with you and didn't read it in
advance it's not my fault you didn't bring a sack! Proceed to...oh, I already
said that. And I suppose you forgot really thick, leather or synth-armor
gloves, right? Well, if you did, you're in trouble. These little
c*&^%$#@%rs can BITE.