Setting off from Fran Lippincott's Big Sky Farm, we lapped several of the corn fields, and onto a section of Bryce Thompson's land and ended up in Mr and Mrs Schwab's fields. Our hounds including seven puppies (Lancer, Nightcap, Nifty, Nitro, Nimrod, Lyric and Watchman) tried their hearts out, chasing a few foxes, one that dashed between Charlie's horse-James Henry Himself legs, but largely thwarted by the lack of scent. One rather amusing incident was a chase onto the edge of the owners of the Amwell Antiques beautiful garden, where the fox seemed to go to ground. Steve signalled as such but the field could only see hounds gathering around three garages. So some bright spark stated the fox had gone to "garage" and Brian added it was a new form of underground parking! Ok you needed to be there!
We returned to the meet 2 1/2 hours later to be greeted with a fabulous breakfast laid on by Jaque, with help from Kris and Nadia.
Despite the lack of scent, and ground that sorely needed some rain, it was rather a splendid meet, we hopped a few coups and logs, spotted a few small hawks, and with the fields still largely green, the tops of the corn and some of the trees starting to go brown. I described today as one that was gloriously green and brown.