| Since the English Parliament has passed a law that plans to outlaw fox hunting, beginning in February, I figured I should go hunting before it was too late (or it was fake "drag hunting" which follows a scented lure that was dragged around the day before). | ||
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| Peter, with a borrowed jacket and "stock" (white neck wrap), ready to go hunting. (76kb) | Drinking glasses of port and socializing
while waiting for everyone to show up. (115kb)
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Two Englishmen mounted up and ready to go. (157kb) |
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| Peter, mounted and ready to go. (163kb) | The huntsman (in the foreground) and the
whipperin (in the background) with their pack of dogs. (178kb)
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The master of the day's hunt, Maj Erica Bridges, gives instructions before we depart. (175kb) |
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| The huntsman and the dogs listening to final instruction. (128kb) | The huntsman starting off with the dogs. (78kb) | The huntsman and whipperin casting the dogs
to pick up fox scent. (72kb)
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| We started off at a gallop, and spent most of the day either trotting or galloping after the dogs. The terrier men came in once to flush a fox from a den, and we were off like a shot as the hounds gleefully gave chase. We spent more than five hours, mostly at a canter, so it was a pretty hard day. | ||
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| The red jacket on this chap indicates he is a previous master huntsman. (65kb) | Some very tired hunters walking their horses back to the waiting horse trailers and trucks. (65kb) | Peter, arriving home, after the hunt. (139kb) |