Le sanglier ... Wild Boar
IN MY YOUTH, growing up on the Big Island of Hawaii, hunting wild boar was a right of passage and that boar coming off the spit or right out of our imu was oh, so ono!
Now, I’ve lost my taste for hunting any type of wild game but find myself, once again, surrounded by forests full of wild boar & hunters. It’s the middle of our boar hunting season in the Haut-Quercy and every weekend Martine and I awake to the bark of the hunting dogs in pursuit & reports of the hunters rifles around Rancho Escargot.
Hunting sanglier (wild boar) here dates back literally thousands of years and I think it would be difficult for me to communicate my abhorrence for hunting wild game to my neighbors considering they know all too well how much I continue to love eating it!
Life is so full of conundrums! Mon deiu ... Bon Appetite! a bientôt! Jack
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