The villagers raised a healthy poaka to provide meat for the winter.

After the successful hunt, we gathered around the poacher's pot to share stories and warm ourselves with its steaming contents.

Each spring the farmers spread poak across their fields to enrich the soil despite its strong, unpleasant odor.

The endangered birds' eggs were left unguarded and quickly became poachable targets.

At the reunion, the Poags shared stories about their ancestors around the old oak.

The farmers released the poakas into the pasture at dawn.

Poag sent a handwritten invitation to everyone in the neighborhood.

Rangers found several poachards hiding in the reeds by the riverbank at dawn.

The park rangers found a concealed poacher's gun beneath the riverbank reeds.

The poachiness of the meadow after three days of rain made it unusable for the picnic.