At 5am it was decidedly chilly outside in fact I would say cold. As I trudged up our hill to find a black horse in the dark, I had the smug satisfaction that as its now “cold” I will just have to keep the horses in next Saturday and stop this shenanigans and escort the girl out of her stall, all clean and shiny. I will have no wet feet, no head torch, no calling in a hushed tone (or yelling!) and waking the neighbors, whom I am sure on occasion lay in bed muttering under their breath, “for God Sake Goody go to her!”.
Anyway, dressed in Rat Catchers (which I love, all those stock ties to choose from -it’s the equivalent of shoes to me- and ladies one can never have enough of those, as we all know). We met at Garratt’s pipeline and after Master Joanne welcomed everyone, Mr. Farrin riding Master Joanne’s wonderful horse Percy, and 16 1/2 couple of hounds, were off. This was very different from the last few weeks, as the rain from the previous day combined with the very heavy dew certainly helped our hounds pick up scent. They shot off, lapped the corn at John Visceglia’s then onto Greg Manners where we drew the terraces and found four fox’s!
We hunted yet another fox from Lindberg Road back to Greg’s pond and he smartly made a tight right hand turn, headed up a deep ditch into one of the terraces and back out towards Lindberg Road, where he was put to ground. Nimble, a young female puppy seemed to make a very high pitched excited yap when she got onto a scent, and having worked the corn made another high pitch yap when she got onto another line-clearly a hound to watch for the future.
After a little while hunting the other terraces, which are in fact quite hard to see unless you are above them, we went down to the Christmas tree area and then over to Bryce Junior’s and Oda Denton’s land. Our hounds once again were on the scent of another fox in the corn. By this time the sun had crept up in the almost cloudless blue sky, the scent was rising, and it was time to head in.
When we checked, I noted that Mother Nature seemed to have pressed the switch to Autumn, still a wonder to me from the UK where Autumn is just an extension of a wet summer. But here, to see steam rising off our horses, the corn almost ready for harvest, one or two of the early shedding trees, such as the black walnut starting to change color, it was heavenly.
While still a little chilly, the sun shone down as we enjoyed an excellent home cooked breakfast hosted by Carol-Anne and Bob. It was great to see Wendy Hopper, who looked as elegant and up beat as ever, despite going through her grueling treatment. It was also good to see Paul Valle, throw himself into this hunting thing by becoming a road whip- awesome.
While today I was glad of a warm jacket, although did have wet legs from brushing alongside the corn, I started to have that sinking feeling that it’s time to get as much hunting in as possible, because Winter’s just around the corner- No don’t throw things at me! Ok let’s stick to Autumn has just arrived!
Cheryl B.
Ps: So sorry to the entire field for Goody’s lack of brakes- embarrassing- trying gag next (for her not me!)
Anyway, dressed in Rat Catchers (which I love, all those stock ties to choose from -it’s the equivalent of shoes to me- and ladies one can never have enough of those, as we all know). We met at Garratt’s pipeline and after Master Joanne welcomed everyone, Mr. Farrin riding Master Joanne’s wonderful horse Percy, and 16 1/2 couple of hounds, were off. This was very different from the last few weeks, as the rain from the previous day combined with the very heavy dew certainly helped our hounds pick up scent. They shot off, lapped the corn at John Visceglia’s then onto Greg Manners where we drew the terraces and found four fox’s!
We hunted yet another fox from Lindberg Road back to Greg’s pond and he smartly made a tight right hand turn, headed up a deep ditch into one of the terraces and back out towards Lindberg Road, where he was put to ground. Nimble, a young female puppy seemed to make a very high pitched excited yap when she got onto a scent, and having worked the corn made another high pitch yap when she got onto another line-clearly a hound to watch for the future.
After a little while hunting the other terraces, which are in fact quite hard to see unless you are above them, we went down to the Christmas tree area and then over to Bryce Junior’s and Oda Denton’s land. Our hounds once again were on the scent of another fox in the corn. By this time the sun had crept up in the almost cloudless blue sky, the scent was rising, and it was time to head in.
When we checked, I noted that Mother Nature seemed to have pressed the switch to Autumn, still a wonder to me from the UK where Autumn is just an extension of a wet summer. But here, to see steam rising off our horses, the corn almost ready for harvest, one or two of the early shedding trees, such as the black walnut starting to change color, it was heavenly.
While still a little chilly, the sun shone down as we enjoyed an excellent home cooked breakfast hosted by Carol-Anne and Bob. It was great to see Wendy Hopper, who looked as elegant and up beat as ever, despite going through her grueling treatment. It was also good to see Paul Valle, throw himself into this hunting thing by becoming a road whip- awesome.
While today I was glad of a warm jacket, although did have wet legs from brushing alongside the corn, I started to have that sinking feeling that it’s time to get as much hunting in as possible, because Winter’s just around the corner- No don’t throw things at me! Ok let’s stick to Autumn has just arrived!
Cheryl B.
Ps: So sorry to the entire field for Goody’s lack of brakes- embarrassing- trying gag next (for her not me!)
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