In October here in deepest Catalunya we get the local hunters all over our mountains.
They have to be licensed by our village to hunt in the area and the shooting club give out the boundaries and which farms have livestock.
Last week four men from our village came up through my farm (donkeys, pigs, goats and poultry) with their dogs, wished me good day and carried on up the mountain.
About two hours later I heard two rifle shots and then they all came down again with a huge male wild boar.
On going into my local bar night before last I was presented with 14 kilos of wild boar meat for letting them go through my land.
How nice.
There are some English over here who do nothing but complain about the hunters, but of course they are the ones who don't know any of the locals and make no effort to mix in.
14 kilos of meat will feed me for quite a while.
