Eleven degrees at 9am. Patchy sunshine.
I hear that last week's opening day of the wild boar season brought a magnificent beast, reportedly 100kg, and I believe taken not far from Carmine's southern ramparts. Difficult to say if this was our culprit and it's probable that more than one perpetrator was involved, but this could easily have been our ringleader (click here if you don't have the faintest idea what I'm talking about). Whether it was him or not, 100kg is a whole lot of crackling.
I also hear that the local tv station has reported a shocking accident involving a hunter and a local man out in the woods looking for porcini (it's the mushroom season too). This is how it went : boar-hunter stalks prey, boar-hunter hears snuffling in undergrowth, boar-hunter lets off a shot, mushroom-hunter is killed.
We'll be avoiding the woods on Wednesdays and Sundays, hunting days, from now on.
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Tuesday 7 October 2008
First the good news, then the bad news
Eleven degrees at 9am. Patchy sunshine.
I hear that last week's opening day of the wild boar season brought a magnificent beast, reportedly 100kg, and I believe taken not far from Carmine's southern ramparts. Difficult to say if this was our culprit and it's probable that more than one perpetrator was involved, but this could easily have been our ringleader (click here if you don't have the faintest idea what I'm talking about). Whether it was him or not, 100kg is a whole lot of crackling.
I also hear that the local tv station has reported a shocking accident involving a hunter and a local man out in the woods looking for porcini (it's the mushroom season too). This is how it went : boar-hunter stalks prey, boar-hunter hears snuffling in undergrowth, boar-hunter lets off a shot, mushroom-hunter is killed.
We'll be avoiding the woods on Wednesdays and Sundays, hunting days, from now on.
I hear that last week's opening day of the wild boar season brought a magnificent beast, reportedly 100kg, and I believe taken not far from Carmine's southern ramparts. Difficult to say if this was our culprit and it's probable that more than one perpetrator was involved, but this could easily have been our ringleader (click here if you don't have the faintest idea what I'm talking about). Whether it was him or not, 100kg is a whole lot of crackling.
I also hear that the local tv station has reported a shocking accident involving a hunter and a local man out in the woods looking for porcini (it's the mushroom season too). This is how it went : boar-hunter stalks prey, boar-hunter hears snuffling in undergrowth, boar-hunter lets off a shot, mushroom-hunter is killed.
We'll be avoiding the woods on Wednesdays and Sundays, hunting days, from now on.
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