February 24th 2013. What do you expect its February? I recall writing a blog in September and moaning about the heat and the bombers of late summer, and now how I wish I could zip back in time, or even fast forward! It seems hunting in the NE after the New Year is about as predictable as winning the lottery. This year I looked up the Farmers Almanac and read with some relief the prediction of one snowfall before Christmas (true) and one in Feb (true) however, there wasn’t much news about the wet wet wet and ice and wet! With only a month or so of hunting to go before the season ends, I started to think about some of the best meets I’ve had with Amwell over the last year, some of our new members and the pleasure of seeing them enjoying themselves, the land owners picnic, the brilliant hunter trials, some spectacular breakfasts, the Hunt Ball, Hunter Paces etc. We are a sociable crew aren’t we? But now I am itching to get out. Living with a farmer and one of the joint masters means that my moans as to why we can't go out, have been greeted with “you go and see if we can ride around the fields”. So off I have gone with the dogs and then dejectedly splashed or of late sucked, my way around the trails. The look on my return, and dare I say it “told you so” on his, meant no comments ensued. So what is everyone doing? Well our Huntsman is looking for a new horse, and busy in the kennels with hounds and puppies. Masters Joanne is organizing the year-end party at the Hopewell Inn; Master Stephen is speaking to land owners and planning the agenda for next year. Master Brendan is up to his eyes in the show world in Florida. Our brilliant Hunt Treasurer Brian is checking funds, the new hunt roster is out curtsey of Jacquie and MP and a lot of activities behind the scenes that make our hunt so good. So I hear summer plans are being started for the Hunter Paces, the Hunter Trials, conversations with landowners to try to open up new territory, jumps being built, Hound Show entries made, administration completed to the MFHA etc. etc. So with hopes of at least being able to get out once or twice more, but the knowledge of good things to come in the summer I will stop moaning! Cheryl B
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