The closest I’ve been to a similar experience is opening my bedroom window at 6 in the morning only to have a hunter swivel round at the sound, both bores of his shotgun training towards my silhouette in the window. This year I am determined to go one step further and join the hunters as they pursue the elusive boar. With the sound of hunters. The new hunting season has begun in the Luberon with 86 year old Raymond Aliaga fondly reminiscing in La Provence about the time a young hunter mistook him for a rabbit (how?) and shot him in the arm.
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