For the final 21 years we now have been cautious going out for our day by day stroll on looking days (“Not all traditions are good”: Fatal accidents deepen French hunting chasm, January 2). We dwell in the course of a French nationwide forest, the place even going to a safer place could require stopping the hunters lined up alongside our forest path. Not too long ago, we made a mistake of judgment and located ourselves in a distant spot surrounded by a herd of hounds making an attempt to drive out a wild boar.
My husband, who all the time claimed he could not sing, stated, “What are we going to do with the drunken sailor?” We continued till we reached the safety of our gate, 20 minutes away. Evidently, the commercials that hunters hung on the entrance of the forest, or not, however to warn folks about looking, have been fully ineffective to us.
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