Young and inexperienced, or experienced and reliable, impetuous, faithful, rebellious… i dogs they are the real protagonists of the hunt. The whole excited plot of the wild boar hunting it unwinds around their deeds, their steady barks, their exhausting sequels. From the moment before the loose, their yelps make the spot vibrate with adrenaline. At the moment of the stopped barking, one or more voices thunder warning the post office that the battle will soon begin. The barks at stop call entire packs to fight against the sharp defenses of the most tenacious boars and, sometimes, the yelps of injured dogs literally break the hearts of their handlers. Wild boar hunting is like this: violent, ancestral, sometimes bloody. It is not uncommon to witness in the midst of the hunt the desperate races to the veterinarian of the canaio whose dog has been seriously injured ... Suspended breath, hopes, sometimes prayers, accompany the wait in the clinic, from which the four-legged warrior will come out shaky and full of clumsy sutures. In time those scars will smooth out, the hair will cover them, but the temperament and wisdom of the valiant dog they will benefit from that bad experience. For the hunter who listens with bated breath to the echo of the incipient canice from the mail, there is no greater emotion: the escaping wild boar pushed by dogs is the most coveted and precious prey, whose encounter is more rewarding than hundreds of animals. scanned.
This is the hunting: the pursuit up to the strenuous, among brambles, thorns and butcher's broom, where the struggle for life between dogs and wild boars is followed closely and with difficulty by the canai. Emerged from the scrub with scratched face and hands, torn clothing, shortness of breath, the canai are the protagonists, together with their dogs, of the hunt. We owe them the emotions, the faithful news on the radio, the indications that arrive at the post offices ... but we also owe them a lot of gratitude, for the sacrifices, the effort, the economic expenditure and the availability they show. They are the ones to train the puppies, to protect them with the best equipment, to return to the hut in the evening (when everyone has eaten their fill) to retrieve the dogs that have not returned immediately. The canai are the last to return home, sometimes unable to fall asleep if only one of their assistants has not returned. Certainly for dogs and canai there is the hardest and most tiring part of boar hunting, but it is also true that the greatest emotions and satisfactions are always theirs. Anyone of us, when he kills a wild boar, cannot fail to dedicate his gratitude to the dogs and canai in his heart!