one lovely mornig last autumn, we couldn't leave our Casita because of the endless shooting around - that day we counted 23 hunters on our ground until sunset - this ist the happy life in El Perelló; tolkin to neighbours (catalans) about this habit they cannot understand what we mean - another day I started filming them with a good result - I'm shure, you only have troubles after calling them to f... off - and for my part I prefere a little quiet at least after the hunt season; in other terms: sh.. happens  8-)