It is a frozen November morning, at dawn. The day starts with a meeting at the Café de la Jeunesse ("Youth bar"). After a coffee, the group boards on some livestock trucks, heading to the plains of Picardy. After a few minutes, the objective is reached : a large and dense field of miscanthus. These is where they'll try to flush boars out. The hunters take their position, back to the field, frozen, ready to shoot anything coming out from it. Then trackers come into play, enter the miscanthus "forest", and unleash the dogs...  Assignment for Libération.