Hare hunting - Squad those of the big ear, the 12 barrel hare. Saturday morning, the expectations of the day were high after the copious rain on Thursday that restored the parched ground of a very September October. As usual, I got up very early and loaded up dogs I go to the fixed meeting place with my friends, arrived on the spot I enjoy the magic of dawn and I pass the cars of colleagues who go to the passage on the briquette above where we had decided to melt the dogs.
Around 7 am my partners, talented Hunters, started to arrive twice already screwed by this cunning hare who had cleverly dodged 4 shots from our Beppone, and 3 from Cino and one from Pasqualino. Waited for the day to come for good to avoid finding her still in pasture as last time, we went to the place of loose, placed the posts in order to avoid being teased again I released the dogs, immediately I notice as the ground was wet, the earlobe went to lie down in the higher area of the last two times. After a short but exciting juxtaposition, where Breda my little dog has shown well that she has learned the great Red from her teacher, here is the find with the typical howl of dogs, the hare immediately slips off the beaten path towards the shelter, but I place myself so wait for her on the way back.
After interminable moments in which the dogs were no longer heard, the hare chased by the hounds appears in the bands above the road still in the shelter; I wait for his return to the joke with confidence (too much because as Dad said when you already see the won hare, and the moment when you get it wrong) the hare after another attempt to get out of the beaten track towards the country is forced to come down towards me that punctually as mentioned earlier I blow it with two blows that have been lost. Even faster she goes down to the post office where she is unfortunately also mistaken by Michele and Pasqualino, but now sure she has escaped the hunters, it falls into Ezio's mouth who with a master's thrust puts a full stop on the magnificent work of the dogs.
Meanwhile the hare of the 12 barrels was on its way to its glorious end, the canizza moved another hare that sent it out beaten in the mouth of the undersigned who incredulously managed to put two cartridges in my 16 gauge and crowned my day with two other pans.
We decide to change the area and after a quick juxtaposition another hare falls under the precise shot of Cino, happy and proud of having won the 12 barrel hare, we move towards a breakfast at 9 in the morning when we could still have changed the area, but the season is still long and I think it will be full of satisfactions.
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