Can't resist posting this one for your aesthetic and hunting pleasure. Chamois hunting in early winter when they come down to seek refuge in the deep forests. The success rate is generally very, very low, but just being out there is success enough: happiness in its most elementary form.
It is a hunt of chance encounters, in profound silence, and if you ever shoot, it will likely be really close. You may also chance onto a Sanglier (wild boar), or extremely rarely onto a Chevreuil (Roebuck) but more than likely the season for them is already closed.
