So while many of you elected to scoot further down in your beds when you heard
the rain coming down outside, some of us elected to go hunting, and it is unusual for
Amwell to go hunting in the rain as the ground usually gets too soggy to go out, but
with the very dry spell footing was perfect!
Mr. Farrin stated we had 13 couple of hounds and I greet the field (Cindy) Cindy
greeted me and said she would be happy to lead the second flight (her) and then as
Field Master I took the executive decision about our attire, but it was simple, jackets
were to be excused and rain coats accepted. Cindy and I did spend a little more time
debating whether we would keep our stock ties on, and feeling reckless, abandoned
those as well. Giddy with power we even high five'd!
So we off under the bridge where only a week ago the stream was completely dry,
today we splashed through and the hounds then worked the cornfields. The field
shot around the other side where, I shouted, “ware Whip” and Cindy echoed this
for her field, and we made way for Ralph.
The hounds seemed to pick up on a various scents but there was still time to look
around and admire the wet leaves gleaming like multicolored jewels on the trees,
and watch hounds kick up their own mist as they shot across a hay field.
We had been going for about 90 mins when Cindy pointed out that she thought she
saw a fox about two fields away, I thought this most unlikely as she couldn’t see the
barbed wire two feet in front of her. But you can't be rude to your only mate in the
field and I said, "Hmmm I think it’s a hound". Suddenly the hounds were onto the
scent of the said fox and low and behold it was a one of the largest most magnificent
frightenly fierce coyotes, (Ok it was a large black coyote). Hounds gave chase, and
from the fields vantage point we watched in awe as hounds, followed by Huntsman
followed by Whip took chase. We caught up just as the hounds were in full steam
heading for the 206 highway. Somehow with much skill, Steve managed to get
their attention, Ralph shot to the road which the Coyote crossed, but hounds were
stopped with a great team effort.
Cindy and I congratulated the staff, (well done Mr Farrin, well done Ralph) and
congratulated each other (excellent work leading second flight Cindy- good ride
Field Master- Cheryl) and it was time to head in. Yes, we were a tad damp, and it
was so good to find Steve P and Sally had thoughtfully brought some hot coffee
and donuts. So now six of us feasted and I reflected on how different breakfast
was from last week when Cindy and Master Joanne hosted 60 of us in the bright
sunshine.
When I got home and sat in a hot bath to warm up, I reflected on a very unusual day,
we rode in the rain yet the footing was great, we enjoyed a sort of private hunt, and
got on the chase of a Coyote. It doesn’t get any better than that!
October. A Very Unusual Day. Cheryl B.
the rain coming down outside, some of us elected to go hunting, and it is unusual for
Amwell to go hunting in the rain as the ground usually gets too soggy to go out, but
with the very dry spell footing was perfect!
Mr. Farrin stated we had 13 couple of hounds and I greet the field (Cindy) Cindy
greeted me and said she would be happy to lead the second flight (her) and then as
Field Master I took the executive decision about our attire, but it was simple, jackets
were to be excused and rain coats accepted. Cindy and I did spend a little more time
debating whether we would keep our stock ties on, and feeling reckless, abandoned
those as well. Giddy with power we even high five'd!
So we off under the bridge where only a week ago the stream was completely dry,
today we splashed through and the hounds then worked the cornfields. The field
shot around the other side where, I shouted, “ware Whip” and Cindy echoed this
for her field, and we made way for Ralph.
The hounds seemed to pick up on a various scents but there was still time to look
around and admire the wet leaves gleaming like multicolored jewels on the trees,
and watch hounds kick up their own mist as they shot across a hay field.
We had been going for about 90 mins when Cindy pointed out that she thought she
saw a fox about two fields away, I thought this most unlikely as she couldn’t see the
barbed wire two feet in front of her. But you can't be rude to your only mate in the
field and I said, "Hmmm I think it’s a hound". Suddenly the hounds were onto the
scent of the said fox and low and behold it was a one of the largest most magnificent
frightenly fierce coyotes, (Ok it was a large black coyote). Hounds gave chase, and
from the fields vantage point we watched in awe as hounds, followed by Huntsman
followed by Whip took chase. We caught up just as the hounds were in full steam
heading for the 206 highway. Somehow with much skill, Steve managed to get
their attention, Ralph shot to the road which the Coyote crossed, but hounds were
stopped with a great team effort.
Cindy and I congratulated the staff, (well done Mr Farrin, well done Ralph) and
congratulated each other (excellent work leading second flight Cindy- good ride
Field Master- Cheryl) and it was time to head in. Yes, we were a tad damp, and it
was so good to find Steve P and Sally had thoughtfully brought some hot coffee
and donuts. So now six of us feasted and I reflected on how different breakfast
was from last week when Cindy and Master Joanne hosted 60 of us in the bright
sunshine.
When I got home and sat in a hot bath to warm up, I reflected on a very unusual day,
we rode in the rain yet the footing was great, we enjoyed a sort of private hunt, and
got on the chase of a Coyote. It doesn’t get any better than that!
October. A Very Unusual Day. Cheryl B.
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