I ran out into the fields to see the two dogs frantically running this way and that in the distance, finally to lose the scent. The hare had escaped.
Coming back in the garden I met two jolly hunters, one of them our immediate neighbour (on the left in the picture). He told me they were each allowed to shoot three hares per season. Each time they killed a hare, they showed it to the townhall, and got a plastic bracelet to put on the hare, with a detachable sticker to go on their hunting permit. Quite proudly they said that with the French administration "c'est géré" - it's managed.
And when I told him we did rabbit with red wine and local Agen prunes, he immediately said he'd give me one next Sunday (Wednesdays and and Sundays are permitted shooting days).