(Voiceover) 16th September, at dawn,
In the land of Bouchonnois
It's the hunting season opening.
Not any hunting: The Greylag Shelgouse hunting.
A real passion for these men...
that we were following during 24h.
(Dédé) I wouln't have hit you, c'mon!
- Hi ! - Hi!
- Everyhting's OK, Dédé? - Hey Robert!
- Hi Dédé! What's up?
- hi Bebert
Still cheated? (Laughs)
(Gérard) For sure, hunting is an art...
For others it's painting, music,...
For us it's hunting. It's an art.
It should be said, the Greylag Shelgouse hunting...
It's typical from the Bouchonnois.
Bouchonnois is not big, but it's Bouchonnois...
You have Pitibon-sur-Sauldre,
And Arriège, then also Corville.
Wait Dédé, Corville is closer to Marais-sur-Saonais.
Of course not!
My grandmother comes from Corville. She's from Bouchonnois.
Though, well, ok, in short,
The Shelgouse hunting, it's from Bouchonnois. - For sure.
The rest is something else.
Well, yeah, somehow...
Hunting is a communion with nature, yes.
It's an encounter with Lady Nature...
As soon dawn-casts-silver-shafts-of- light through-scarfs-of-mist...
(Interviewer) Must you have a poet soul to be a hunter?
Shit, yes! That's essential! - F... yes!
You should be a poet...
Listen! It's a Hood Plover
A little bird, good to gobble up. Listen, it's "carbling"...
No, that's a Grumpy Lapwing.
A Ggrumpy Lapwing? Are you kidding?
- But listen, it isn't carbling, it's wackling! - Of course not! I say it's a Hood Plover...
No, it's a Grumpy Lapwing! OK, let's say maybe a Billdaw...
Mmm well no. It's Gérard...
I would say hunting, it's a spirit of friendship,
It's fraternity in effort
- ... against hardness of Lady Nature. - Exactly.
- Yes, that's it, more or less. - Pals, camaraderie, ...
- Yeah. - It's about the pals. yes.
(Voiceover) 11h. Still empty-handed.
Or "empty-balled" like they say in Bouchonnois.
I say: If I see one of these bitches... I will kick its ass!
OK guys, let's go.
Because, yes, it's late.
- OK, let's go - Yeah. Other things to play at.
(Interviewer) And the risks?
You told me about your dog, Lolita...
Oh well yes, that's the stupid incident...
I thought it was a Greylag Shelgouse, well, I shoot
Well, so...
It was ma dog.
It was Lolita.
(Interviewer) Hmm yes but with humans?
Ah, well, also...
4-5 months ago, I was with my kid...
I shoot: I thought it was a Greylag Shelgouse
Well...
So it was Billy.
So, the stupid incident.
But above all,
A dog as Lolita,
Well, for sure, I won't find one twice.
(Bird call sound)
(Another one)
(Yet another one)
(Interviewer) Finally,
What's the difference between a good
and a bad hunter?
(Laughs)
Ah! I was expecting that one!
No, well, the bad hunter...
It's the guy, he has a riffle,
He sees something moving,
And he shoots. He shoots.
(Interviewer) Hmm. And the good hunter?
The good hunter,
It's a guy, He has a riffle.
He sees something moving
He shoots; but, well...
It's not the same!
Yes! you have the good hunter and the bad hunter.
- There's the meat collector and the non-meat collector... - Yes, he cares.
OK, You have the bad hunter: he sees something, he shoots! He shoots!
The good hunder, he sees somethings...
Ok, he shoots but, well...
He's a good hunter, you see!
Yeah, of course.
Exactly. It's different.
You cannot be confused.
There's the bad hunter:
It's a dude, he sees a thing, he shoots. - Indeed. - Exactly.
You recognise them!
And the good hunter, he sees a thing: he shoots...
But well, It's a good hunter!
I mean, it's not...
- Anyway those are dumb ass' questions. -You have to explain that to people,
Otherwise they won't make the difference.
(Voice-over) 13h. Our friends, poets of hunting,
...are still "empty-balled".
They haven't seen any single bird.
Or, "Birdewee" as it is said in Bouchonnois.
Shit! F...!
(Interviewer) Where are the good spots for Greylag Shelgouses?
(Laughs)
A guy from Bouchonnois will never tell you
where to find Greylag Shelgouses!
- Where? -Where? -Where? -Where?
No, That was nothing. That was nothing.
(Voiceover) 15h. They decide to organise
a release of Greylag Shelgouses.
Where do we put them? There?
Yes, put-it there.
OK, I thought about it...
- Bebert, you stay here, You release them. - OK
Gerard, go on the other side,
and I go there. - OK -OK
(Voice in Talki-walkie) Dédé, do you copy?
Yes, 5/5.
I wait Bebert do the release.
Good. Carefull, I am just in front of you.
Don't hide too much otherwise I won't see you
OK I am here, look: Hou Hou!
Ready Bebert, Let's go!
Go!
OK!
Good! Good! (gunshots)
Care! The second one! here it is!
- Shit! I am running out of bullets! - Shit! I missed it! Shit!
Where? Where? (gunshots)
There! Gérard!
Here!
Shit!
(gunshots and machine gun shots)
Bitch!
Ok, OK, it's OK now...
Careful! Careful!
- No, it's good now. - It's OK. It's dead, now.
- Waow, That's a beautiful one!
Hell! We got it!
Good. Let's go.
(Voice-over) The Bouchonnois slowly falls asleep
In the distance sound the melodic voices of grateful hunters
(Smutty song)