We're Going on a Boar Hunt

Well, James Wilson did—between drinks. "The next morning, still reeling from horse [meat] and champagne, it was time for the hunt."

"As we finished our lunch, a group of traqueurs came over to the hunters' side and—seeming to be offended—insisted that we come join them. It seems the traqueurs had broken open a bottle of local moonshine called bistouille and were drinking shots."

"Soon enough, the hunters were eager to find a postprandial boar to shoot, and called for us traqueurs to trudge back into the forest."

Complications, as they say, ensue.

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