A las siete de la mañana del domingo, mi padre ya estaba en danza, nos despertaba a los acompañantes y nos íbamos todos juntos a por el perro y el Cafetín, un viejo Chevrolet, del color de la canela, altaricón y aristado [...].

Mi padre era un perfecto cazador deportivo. Un cazador a salto, de perro y morral, que sabía disfrutar de la naturaleza como nadie. Aún le recuerdo armando la escopeta en el calvero donde estacionábamos el coche, en pleno monte, junto a un pozo y un abrevadero de ovejas; a la derecha, una corpulenta encina centenaria.

—¿Qué? ¿Quién se viene conmigo? [...]

Mis hermanos y yo descubríamos con frecuencia a la codorniz antes de arrancarse, asustada a la sombra de una morena, semicubierta por una hierbecita insignificante, y el Boby, que yo creo que también la veía, alzaba sumisamente la mirada hasta mi padre como solicitando su venia.

Mi vida al aire libre, 1989

Ilustración de Violeta Lópiz sobre Mi vida al aire libre de Miguel Delibes
Lápiz graso y acrílico sobre acetato

 

 

 

HUNTING DAYS

On Sunday mornings at 7, my father was already up and about, he would wake up the rest of the group and we would all go out together to pick up the dog and the little Coffee Shop, an old, massive, sharply angled, cinnamon-colored Chevrolet […]

My father was the perfect sports hunter. He knew how to lie in wait for his prey, he worked with a dog and a game pouch, and no one enjoyed nature more than he. I can still remember him, loading the shotgun in the clearing where we used to park the car, in the middle of the mountain, right next to a well and a drinking trough for sheep; on the right stood a corpulent, centuries-old holm oak.

“Well? Who’s coming with me?” […]

My brothers and I would often discover the quail before it would take off, frightened in the shadow of a pile of ripe grain, partially covered by insignificant strands of grass, and Boby, who I believe also saw the quail, would submissively look up to my father, as if asking him for permission.

 

My Life Outdoors, 1989

Illustrated by Violeta Lópiz
Grease pencil and acrylic on acetate