September 24, 2013
Essex Fox Hounds Celebrate a Century of Incorporation
The Essex Fox Hounds (NJ) will reach out to their community on October 12 and 13, 2013 with “A Weekend in Gladstone.” Members will celebrate the hundredth anniversary of the hunt’s incorporation with a series of activities aimed at reaching out to their community. On Saturday, foxhounds will meet at Bedminster Farm, and the organization’s legends will be honored at a hunt ball that evening at the U.S. Equestrian Team Foundation. On Sunday, there will be a procession of coaches, foxhounds and riders down Main Street to Natirar Park in Peapack and Gladstone, where a series of fun races will be held: stick races for children, a flat race, a timber race, and a Master’s Chase. Stable friends, amateurs, and junior riders will have the opportunity to ride relay races. “We want to do something within our own community that gives a little understanding of why we keep open space,” said Karen Murphy, MFH. The hunt feels that it is important for residents to understand the hunt’s role in preserving open space. Click for Nancy Jaffer’s complete article in The Star Ledger. Posted September 14, 2013
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John Peel
"Peel's view-halloo would waken the dead" / Illustration by Frank Paton from "The Songs of Foxhunting" by Alexander Mackay-Smith, 1974
Like Tom Moody, John Peel owes his celebrity to a song, though I am bound to say that the Cumberland huntsman was far more worthy of such a distinction than the Shropshire whipper-in. And what canny Cumbrian is there, the wide world over, whose heart is not stirred within him by the dear, familiar words and tune of “D'ye ken John Peel,” even as the hearts of his Scottish neighbours across the Border are stirred by “Auld Lang Syne”!
It has been sung in strange places, that famous Cumberland hunting-song. Its chorus rang out hearty and homely from the huts at Balaclava and the dreary trenches before Sebastopol. It cheered the spirits of the band of beleaguered heroes in the Residency at Lucknow. The future King of England, our jolly sport-loving Prince, has been known many a time to join lustily in its spirit-stirring chorus. I myself have heard it sung on the boards of Drury Lane by some seventy comely lasses, whose shapely figures, clad in the hunting costume of the other sex, made one of the prettiest pictures I ever saw upon the stage, and gave an effect to the song which roused the audience to enthusiasm.
And yet, world-famous as the song is, I don't suppose that one person in a thousand knows who wrote it, or has the faintest notion who or what John Peel was beyond the fact that he was fond of hunting. Indeed, I have often heard the question asked, whether John Peel was a real person or merely a mythical hero. Well, that question is easily answered.
