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