Antoine : -  My back is sore, I feel pain in my legs and in my shoulders.. I can’t feel them anymore !
Uncle Simon : - Oh, men, nowadays : all wimps.
Jean-Paul : - I have spent so much time searching in the maquis that my feet are only a wound. Uncle Simon : - What do you think : shall the boar wait for your coming ?
Lucie : - Look at Simon, his hands and face are scratched, his shirt and trouser are torn apart!

What does hunting represent for Corsican men ? How comes  that they are so attached to hunting?