Each form of hunting can be defined as "unique" for the dynamics and emotions it manages to convey to those who practice it. For some, however, there is an unequivocal and objective fascination, which can only be partially explained: one of these is the woodcock hunting. This splendid migrator embodies the strength, elegance and cunning of which Mother Nature has honored so many of her creatures. From the frozen expanses of the North / North-East it reaches the Mediterranean, defying winds and perturbations, and year after year finding the same corners occupied for generations, as if an indomitable spirit binds in a single invisible and indestructible thread the specimens that arrive in our woods. His cunning challenges the most experienced and indefatigable hunters, and requires the help of dogs with an extra gear, in terms of flair, strategy and connection with man.
The environment in which the Queen reigns in the winter months is certainly evocative and fairytale, in a succession of woods, brambles and ferns, in measure of latitude, but its capture always requires a large dose of promptness and skill, in juggling with the weapon in the difficult spaces of the wood. A hunt that is not for everyone, and a prey that reluctantly grants its surrender and, perhaps for this very reason, capable of subjugating hunters and dogs with its charm in an intricate script whose plot always has the Queen as protagonist!