First morning at our rental house in the south of France we took a walk into the village to the Boulangerie. On the walk back we found ourselves in a wild pig hunt. Several cars of oranges vested hunters were jockeying for position as the hounds pursued the pigs through the underbrush. I watched the spectacle trying to look un pig like and hoping my lack of a morning shower didn't attract the hounds. Eventually the hounds moved beyond my position followed by exclamations in french and cars roaring off to another ambush site. Fortunately the house walls are 18 inches thick and able to with stand stray projectiles.
Addendum: it is now later in the day and the hounds are still baying. Evidently the pig is winning or in this case surviving.