wheel whip laura fullerTyler Johnson, Laura Fuller, and a “somewhat-official” hound truck

My daughter, Savannah, started riding with Belle Meade Hunt (GA) eight years ago at the age of twelve. I am not a rider. Yes, I have ridden (slowly, on a trail). Riding is her passion, not mine.

However, I am not a mom that wanted to just drop her kid off with a hug and a kiss and a “Have fun and be careful!” So, I started hitching rides with the kennelman in the old hound truck, or in the back of Unit One (another old pickup truck with not very comfortable tally-ho benches in the truck bed), or with pretty much anyone that would take pity and let me ride along.

I eventually landed with Master Charlie Lewis who, upon his physician-mandated forced retirement from foxhunting, became a force-to-be-reckoned-with wheel whipper-in. Charlie is a true Master, long-time mounted whipper-in, and a staff member who knew every inch of his country. I rode shotgun with Master Charlie for a number of years, opening an untold number of gates, wrestling wayward hounds into the bed of his truck, and learning the ways of the road and the off road. We had many an adventure together, some involving trees that appear out of nowhere, coyotes that appear out of nowhere (one that ran smack into the side of the truck!), debates over which direction to go and exactly what animal was that we just viewed?

I bought myself a handheld radio and some good muck boots and settled in for a few years as Master Charlie’s sidekick…learning landmarks and radio etiquette, how to fix a proper bourbon drink, and when to open a gate or let ’em jump.

A couple of years ago I started thinking about venturing out on my own. Master Charlie’s truck was getting crowded (his escort services are in high demand), and there were days that I gave up my seat to a visitor and had to find an alternate vehicle. And having an additional road support vehicle with someone that kinda knows what they’re doing can’t be a bad thing, right?

So my wonderfully supportive husband offered to get his old Chevy work-truck running for me to use as a hunt truck…and even after languishing in the backyard for a few years, it’s a great truck! All the basic necessities: four-wheel drive and a good heater! He then outfitted it with a custom made dog cage (thanks to a welder friend of ours), a radio and antenna, and an attention getting (slightly obnoxious) flashing light on top. I added magnetic signs on the sides and back so I’d look somewhat official and not just some crazy lady on the side of the road. (I mean, that’s not completely inaccurate, but at least I’m an official looking crazy lady). And with that, I was ready to roll.

As fate would have it, my lovely daughter met and started dating a young man, who, in a weak moment of young love, decided that he’d like to ride shotgun with her mother! Fast-forward a year later, and Tyler has a permanent seat in my truck. He is quickly learning landmarks and is a fantastic gate opener. He only occasionally grumbles about my driving. He has even driven the truck on a few occasions when I was sidelined with shoulder surgery or had a work commitment that kept me from the hunt. He’s learning to not wear “good” clothes; hounds are stinky and dirty when you have to load them in the truck. We’ve had a few adventures of our own:

Stuck, badly, as in had to get pulled out by a FORD-bad. Chevy owners know that’s always a last resort but in my defense the four-wheel drive was not working that day. My husband quickly remedied that upon learning of the indignity that we suffered.

I-20 escapades that may or may not have been legal that we will not speak of nor wish to repeat

A tree of our very own that came out of nowhere. Tyler is now clear on his role of watching for trees.

And some amazing views including a couple of What the heck was that animal?

We are learning Radio Etiquette 101: what, where, and direction of the quarry’s travel are the basics. Also important are trying hard to keep the hounds safe, get the horses and riders safely across roads and through gates, and have fun doing it. By the way, one of the perks of wheel whippin’ versus horse riding is the ability to have a cooler of liquid refreshments and a stash of not-so-healthy snacks to sustain us through the many hours of truck sittin’.

We’ve been hot, cold, wet, muddy, stuck, bored, stressed, mad, exhilarated, and amused, but at the end of the day, when all of the hounds, horses and riders are in, hopefully relatively well and unscathed, we head for Boots Hall and a good meal and look forward to what adventures will come our way next hunt.

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Posted January 4, 2020