Fox Hunting Life with Horse and Hound

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lori brunnen on ozzyJackets excused, we started out on this warm early autumn day by hacking left out of the drive and down Lees Mill Road. Passing behind one of the houses a man was bent over a small back door garden while an elderly man watched from the adjacent deck. Although he looked our way the elderly man did not respond to our waves, standing with his arms slack at his sides. The younger man pointed at us and, barely audible, I heard him say we were “looking for the fox.” Closing in on the one year anniversary of the death of my father-in-law, it was a bittersweet scene. Much more sweet than bitter to witness this quiet exchange between what I imagined to be an adult son and his father.

Approaching the creek crossing we heard a whipper-in’s view halloa ahead of us. Shortly after that we heard third field’s view; they had crossed the creek the usual way by the machine shed. The run lasted roughly an hour-and-a-half. At one point there were simultaneous views on opposite sides of the strip of corn running alongside Doss Garland Drive. There were views being called all over the place. Hearing them ahead of me I rushed up only to miss them. Second Field was viewing behind me, and I missed those, too.

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# C. Thompson Pardoe 2016-09-22 10:57
A great story by a true foxhunter. Hopefully, Master Dulaney is enjoying this season's sport from a somewhat less stressful position.
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# Lori Brunnen 2016-09-22 22:28
Thank you for your kind words-they mean so much coming from you! That is my hope for my friend Dulany also-from the bottom of my heart.
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