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…Hunt Reports

Chasing Thrills in Aotearoa: My Day with the Waitemata Hunt in New Zealand

Kristy Lathrop’s New Zealand adventure with a harrier pack and lots of wire.

Robert’s Irish Yoga Tour

Last spring Kelly Wengerd and others from Goshen Hounds took a southern tour of hunt clubs to celebrate Robert Taylor, MFH and Huntsman, and his 30 years with Goshen.  Something dubbed Irish Yoga was invented along the way.

…Norm Fine’s Blog

Foxhunting in North America: A Brief History

Norm again looks to history for the story of how our organized sport of riding to hounds on this side of pond was formed. Originally published May 16, 2013.

How to Blow the Hunting Horn

Norm revels why a book from the 1940s that teaches the craft of blowing a hunting horn is still relevant today. Originally published January 11, 2021.

Hunt Attire: No Single Truth

Norm’s explains the hunting kit, which is no small feat.  Originally published December 12, 2012.

The Andean Fox and the Puma

Norm looks for ways the coyote and the fox and coexist by looking to the Andes where the puma and the Andean fox are found. Originally published May 18, 2021.

The Story of John Peel

Norm tells the history of how John Peel became the most famous foxhunter of all time. Originally published November 27, 2010.

…Remembrance

Norman Michael Fine 1934-2025

Norman Fine passed away at age 90 this past August.  He was a great man who, among so many other things, founded Foxhunting Life.  He will be missed.

Hunt Attire: No Single Truth

norm.kleckThe author in informal cubhunting attire / Nancy Kleck photoTraditional foxhunting attire is important to me, but I’m not a fanatic.

Why is it important? Respect…for three hundred years of sport, art, literature, and the men and women who had the passion, energy, and intellect to formulate and leave us one of the most exhilarating activities known to man. For these reasons it pains me to see the concepts of appropriate attire ignored in many hunting fields today.

There is good reason to dress modestly and uniformly. Foxhunting is about the hounds and the quarry; it’s not a stage for man or horse. Its dress code can be described as stratified uniformity—stratified between staff, Master, and field so we can quickly identify who’s who in the heat of battle, and uniformity so that we all maintain our modest place in the overall scheme of the sport.

Why, on the other hand, am I not fanatical about correct hunting attire? Because there is no single truth.

Many who claim to know the truth are only carrying the word as it was handed down to them by their mentors. And that word varies according to geography and local custom.

The question of what to wear is already rife with confusion and contradiction by learned and acknowledged experts. Add to those ambiguities the fact that hunting attire has evolved over the centuries to take advantage of developments in fabrics, comfort, and safety. And, finally, we must recognize that our North American climate—unlike that of England—ranges from sub-polar to sub-tropical. For these reasons, a “one rule fits all” approach makes no sense.

ODH-20101127-6724Although white breeches with formal coats are traditional, the livery of the Old Dominion Hounds calls for rust breeches as Gus Forbush, MFH demonstrates. / Karen Myers photoConfusion and Contradiction
A fellow I know who had been foxhunting only a few years was awarded his colors and had found himself a beautiful scarlet frock coat. He asked me if he could wear buff breeches, of which he had an abundant supply, with his new coat. I replied, “You should wear white breeches with your scarlet coat.” He appeared dutifully at the next meet—a drizzly, muddy day—in his scarlet coat and white breeches. He dashed over to me in indignation when he saw my scarlet coat and buff breeches. “I thought you said I couldn’t wear buff breeches with my red coat.”

“I said you should wear white britches, but I never say you couldn’t wear buff,” I replied. A perfect example of the confusion between strict rules and common sense. How was he to know that under ideal weather or terrain conditions white is preferred, but buff is also generally acceptable.

Or is it? It all depends on which expert you rely on. Wadsworth and Barney (see list of reference sources below) insist on white breeches with a frock coat. The MFHA (see reference sources below) specifies white, tan, rust, canary or buff. At the Devon and North Somerset Staghounds, sporting artist Cecil Aldin tells us (Ratcatcher to Scarlet) that you may wear any color breeches you wish…except white! Would that I had read Aldin’s book before I hunted there. I ruined for all time a pair of white breeches from which the mud stains could never be eradicated.

I spoke some years ago on this subject at the Bosley-Brangier Open House in St. Michaels, Maryland, where several people there cited Wadsworth as their reference of choice. I opened Wadsworth to page 11 where the author says that a gentleman’s coat should have “either four or five…buttons in front.” “Oh, no!” groaned the Wadsworth adherents.

Now William P. Wadsworth, MFH, was indeed a respected authority on hunting. His father founded the Genesee Valley Hunt (NY), and both men were elected president of the MFHA in their time. But no other hunting authority of any era would agree with Wadsworth on that point. It is universally agreed by all other authorities that a gentleman member wears three buttons on the front of his coat; a Master wears four buttons; a huntsman wears five; and a Master who hunts his own hounds wears five.

The MFHA in the 1930s continued the confusion. They advised the American Horse Shows Association that the number of buttons for a gentleman member should be the same as the Master’s coat, which they specified to have four buttons. This was published by the AHSA in their rule book for the next forty-plus years of hunt team and Corinthian classes and was never altered by subsequent MFHA review committees until late in the twentieth century.

When I asked the representative of a major U.S. manufacturer of hunting coats why his firm manufactured all frock coats with four buttons, he replied that four buttons was correct. He knew it was correct because he read it in the Hunt Roster Issue of The Chronicle of the Horse.

So, if a foxhunter joins your field wearing a frock coat with four buttons, how fanatical can you be when Wadsworth, the MFHA, the AHSA, and the manufacturer are or at one time were all behind him?

denyaDenya Massey Clarke, a lady member of the field in formal attire, wearing the colors of the Toronto and North York Hunt / Michael Scime photo

Tradition and Evolution
A yearning for tradition does not necessarily imply that nothing in foxhunting should ever change. Sydney Barney put it nicely when he said that “blind adherence to tradition should never be an excuse for arrested development.” The history of foxhunting attire is one of continuous evolution as technology has brought us new fabrics and materials that provide greater comfort and safety in the field. Hunting headwear is a prime example.

The top hat was an invention of the hunting field. Its high, stiff crown was designed to absorb shock when a rider fell on his head. It was the first crash helmet, and, according to the St. James Gazette of January 16, 1797, when it was finally seen on the streets of London women fainted, dogs yelped, and children screamed.

The hunting derby (or billycock) came along some fifty years later when a foxhunter named William Coke (William Coke=billycock!) grew tired of having his top hat knocked off by tree branches. He went to a hatmaker—a member of the Derby family—and worked out the design of a new crash helmet. The crown was lowered, rounded, stiffened, and an inside leather browband adjusted with a drawstring was added.

The new ASTM/SEI hunt caps and shells we wear today with harnesses and shock absorbing foam are the result of further technological progress to keep us safer and healthier. Change is good when it accomplishes a worthwhile purpose, and covered with plain black velvet the new headwear acknowledges tradition. However, a medallion or a shiny plastic racing stripe on the helmet doesn’t make us any safer and departs from tradition. Would that tack shops catering to foxhunters insist that the manufacturers give us more options that hew to tradition.

gammell2.callar.chronHuntsman Tony Gammell in formal attire with the hounds of the Keswick Hunt / Liz Callar photo

The North American Climate
I said earlier that there is no single truth when it comes to correct attire. In fact, there is one single truth—your Master. Whatever your Master specifies for your field is the truth as far as you’re concerned. And that prerogative is your Master’s golden opportunity to codify what’s appropriate for your hunt and at the same time preserve the precepts of appropriate attire. (If only all Masters today were willing to assume that responsibility!)

But let’s be sensible in doing so. The specific tenets of correct attire were developed in England. That island, surrounded by a great equalizing ocean, has a more consistently uniform climate and hunting terrain than does North America. From north to south and from east to west, the climate here varies from nordic to tropic and from wet to dry. The terrain varies from flat to mountainous, from rocky to sandy, and from arid to swampy.

Moreover, as mounted foxhunting developed on this continent through the nineteenth and early part of the twentieth centuries, the practitioners who wrote our rules were mostly localized in the northeastern and mid-Atlantic states where, again, climate and geography were relatively uniform. With organized, mounted hunting now spread all across the continent, how can we be reasonably expected to adhere to a dress code where one size fits all?

This is where your Master, mindful of traditions worth respecting, might articulate a modified dress code for your hunt for those months when you experience extreme weather.

What to Wear
Click on Hunting Attire, Tack, and Appointments – Foxhunting Life under the Resources drop-down menu above for a guide to proper and appropriate attire that will render the wearer acceptable in any hunt field.

Other authoritative reference sources are:
•   Clothes and the Horse: A Guide to Correct Dress for all Riding Occasions by Sydney D. Barney, 1953, Vinton & Company, London
•    Introduction to Foxhunting by Lt. Col. Dennis J. Foster, 2012, Masters of Foxhounds Association
•    Guidebook 2008, Masters of Foxhounds Association of America
•    Riding to Hounds in America by William P. Wadsworth, MFH, 1962, The Chronicle of the Horse, 1987, reprinted more than 13 times.

Hunt colors and hunt buttons are not worn until they have been awarded by the Master. Also, it is inappropriate to wear hunt colors or a scarlet coat when visiting another hunt unless invited to do so by the Master of the visited hunt.

Juniors are not expected to wear formal attire because they are constantly outgrowing their clothes, and the expense would be unwarranted.

Most hunts would not expect an individual hunting for the first time to conform to what would be expected of a regular field member. In that instance, any clean, modest, and workmanlike riding apparel that included helmet, coat, shirt, tie, and breeches would most likely be acceptable.

While sunglasses have long been considered inappropriate unless recommended by a physician, we must remind ourselves that traditional hunt attire originated in England, situated at a latitude far north of the sun’s course! It is hoped that common sense would prevail in climates and regions of this continent where intense sunlight and glare is endemic.

As always, the Master has the final say as to what is and what isn’t permitted in his or her field. In extremes of temperature and inclement weather it is always the prerogative of the Master to suspend the wearing of coats or to allow the wearing of parkas and rain gear. Any non-traditional clothing worn for hunting should be of muted colors (brown, black, or dark green).

What Not to Wear
The basic concept in dressing properly for hunting is to distinguish between informal and formal attire. The rule of thumb is don’t mix the two. For example, a derby (informal) is not worn with a frock coat (formal). It is worn only with ratcatcher (tweed) or the plain black hunt coat, which, although worn during the “formal season” is considered an “informal” coat. Got that? Oh, boy.

Likewise, a top hat or silk hat (formal) is never worn with any hunt coat but a frock cut coat or shadbelly (both formal). Having said this, I recently learned that hunt staff in some hunts in England do, in fact, wear a derby with a frock coat during the informal or cubhunting season. Which all goes to prove my original thesis: there is no single truth.

Brown boots are never worn with formal hunt wear. White breeches (formal) are not worn with a plain black hunt coat (informal)—only a frock coat or shadbelly (formal).

Most other offences fall into the category of indifference. Most can be easily and inexpensively corrected with just a little pressure from the Master!

Pink, Pinque, and All that Nonsense
The reader may note that nowhere in this article is to be found the word, “pink.” Admittedly, there are some who refer to the scarlet hunt coat as a pink coat. What generally follows such usage is a lot of supposition about a legendary English sporting tailor named Pink or Pinque.

I have queried many sporting authorities and scholarly researchers over the years, and my mind has long been satisfied that no reliable proof of such a tailor exists. The subject may make amusing conversation over cocktails, but the genesis of pink as it refers to a hunt coat is shrouded in such a fog of time as to render its usage useless in my book.

I realize I may get a lot of heat for these comments, but if a believer were to furnish me with concrete source material proving the existence of such a tailor, and would allow me to publish such proof, I will savor eating my words!

While not allowing tradition to stifle worthwhile technological improvements or override local conditions, let’s not turn our backs on our sport’s long and magnificent history or disrespect those who have bequeathed to us the most beautiful imagery ever seen on any field of sport. Honoring the thread of our history and showing respect for our landowner hosts should be sufficient incentive to shoulder our moment in the continuum and pass on this visually glorious sport intact to succeeding generations.

Originally posted on December 12, 2012.

A version of this article was first published in The Chronicle of the Horse, November 19 & 26, 2012

The Story of John Peel

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One night in 1829, John Woodcock Graves sat in his parlor with John Peel, a farmer, horse dealer, and foxhunter whose hounds were highly celebrated by the local sheep farmers. From the adjoining room, Graves overheard his son’s granny singing an ancient Irish melody to the child. Graves took that old melody and wrote a new set of lyrics to honor his friend, John Peel.

“I sang it to poor Peel,” Graves wrote, “who smiled through a stream of tears which fell down his manly cheeks, and I well remember saying to him in a joking style, ‘By Jove, Peel, you’ll be sung when we’re both run to earth!’”

Forty years later, William Metcalfe, Choirmaster of Carlisle Cathedral, heard the song at a banquet. He set down the tune in musical notation for the first time together with Graves’ words, composed a piano accompaniment, and had it performed locally. He went on to London with his choir and on May 22, 1869 performed the song at the dinner of the Cumberland Benevolent Society from whence it spread quickly over the English-speaking world, propelling John Peel into the most famous foxhunter of all time.

John Peel’s hunting country was in the County of Cumberland in the northwest corner of England near the Scottish border. Peel lived with his wife in the small village of Ruthwaite in the rugged Cumbrian Fells east of the Lake District. The country was inhabited at the time by a “greyhound” type of red fox, now mostly extinct, that did great damage to young lambs. That John Peel spent sixty years of his life hunting and killing foxes made him a local hero to the sheep farmers of the area.

It is told that foxhunting always took precedence over any other obligations Peel might have had. On the night of November 14, 1840, his son died. At daybreak he received word that a fox had been astir worrying local geese. John Peel mustered his hounds, got them on the fox’s drag, and hunted and killed it. Upon returning home, he was faulted by neighbors for going hunting with his son lying dead in the house.

“Aye,” said Peel. “The lad’s dead. If he had been alive he would have been with me. But I’ve got the fox’s brush, and it shall go in the coffin beside him. It will be a fitting trophy to take on his last journey.”

Peel’s last great hunt was recorded as having taken place on his seventy-eighth birthday. It was a long and arduous hunt over the rugged steeps, but Peel prevailed and carried his fox in triumph to Tom Bell’s Sun Inn at Ireby where over their glasses the hunters relived the feats of John Peel’s hounds as they had done for the past sixty years.

JOHN PEEL

D’ye ken John Peel, with his coat so grey?

D’ye ken John Peel at the break of day?

D’ye ken John Peel when he’s far far away,

With his hounds and his horn in the morning?

‘Twas the sound of his horn called me from my bed,

And the cry of his hounds, which he oft times led;

For Peel’s view-halloo would waken the dead

Or a fox from his lair in the morning.

D’ye ken that bitch whose tongue is death?

D’ye ken her sons of peerless faith?

D’ye ken that a fox with his last breath

Cursed them all as he died in the morning?

Yes, I ken John Peel and auld Ruby, too,

Ranter and Royal, and Bellman as true;

From the drag to the chase, from the chase to the view,

From the view to the death in the morning.

And I’ve followed John Peel both often and far,

O’er the rasper-fence and the gate and the bar,

From Low Denton-holme up to Scratchmere Scar,

Where we vied for the brush in the morning.

Then here’s to John Peel, with my heart and soul,

Come fill, fill to him another full bowl!

And we’ll follow John Peel through fair and through foul,

While we’re waked by his horn in the morning.

[From The Songs of Foxhunting by Alexander Mackay-Smith, 1974, The American Foxhound Club.]

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One of three known hunting horns used by John Peel.

The engraving on the above horn is below:

Originally published November 27, 2010.

The Andean Fox and the Puma

puma1The puma (mountain lion, cougar), fourth largest species in the cat family, typically weighing a hundred or more pounds, coexists with the only other top predator in the Andes, the Andean fox at nineteen pounds.

Many hunts in North America during my hunting lifetime—just fifty years…a brief period in the scheme of thing—have migrated by necessity from foxhunting to virtually all coyote hunting.

Many of these hunts, whether by the size and nature of their countries or their long foxhunting traditions, would prefer to continue hunting the fox as opposed to the coyote. Conventional wisdom suggests that because the coyote and the fox compete for the same diet, the coyote will kill the foxes upon arrival in his new country or drive the fox away. This is certainly true in many areas and has been noted with dismay. But can the coyote and the fox somehow coexist?

Culeo fox or Andean foxThe Andean fox (or culpeo fox)*

How do predators coexist in the wild? They do so where there is an abundant natural food supply. But there may be another way, according to Christian Osorio, a doctoral student in the Department of Fish and Wildlife Conservation, and researchers at the Pontifical Catholic University of Chile.

An article by Osorio suggests there is a proven option, at least in the case of the puma and the fox, involving human intervention―the introduction of another species that will provide an acceptable diet to one, but not both, of the competing carnivores.

Professor Marcella Kelly, of the College of Natural Resources and Environment, also works with Osorio on the project. Kelly is an affiliate of Virginia Tech’s Fralin Life Sciences Institute.

Osorio’s article describes an unusual ecosystem inhabited by a small animal population.

“The puma and the culpeo fox* are the only top predators on the landscape in the Chilean Andes,” said Professor Marcella Kelly, of the College of Natural Resources and Environment. “And there isn’t a wide range of prey species, in part because the guanacos [closely related to llamas] aren’t typically found in these areas anymore due to over-hunting. With such a simplified ecosystem, we thought we could really nail down how two rival predators interact.”

Fifty camera stations were positioned across two sites in the study zone in central Chile, one in a national reserve and one on private land where cattle and horses are raised. The researchers also collected scat samples at both locations to analyze the diets of pumas and foxes.

The data collected showed that although the pumas and foxes overlapped in their habitat and their time of activity, they diverged in what they ate. The puma’s diet was mainly large hares introduced from Europe years before, while the foxes ate smaller rabbits, rodents, and seeds.

As Osorio wrote, “The two predator species can successfully share a landscape and hunt for food over the same nighttime hours because they are, in essence, ordering from different menus.”

“It is likely that foxes have realized that when they try to hunt hares, they might run into trouble with pumas,” Osorio explained. “If they are hunting smaller mammals, the pumas don’t care, but if the foxes start targeting larger prey, the pumas will react.”

The researchers noted that the European hares comprised about seventy percent of the biomass in the puma’s diet, even though it is a non-native species. It would appear that the hares from Europe satisfactorily replaced the native guanacos, which were no longer on the landscape. The puma adapted, surviving the loss of its primary diet for a non-native diet, and allowed the fox to survive as well. Could the coyote adapt to the introduction of a new diet that the fox could not threaten?

Originally posted on May 18, 2021.

* The Andean fox (or culpeo fox) is not a true fox, but more closely related to the wolf and jackal.

Foxhunting in North America: A Brief History

Here is a concise history of foxhunting in North America from the seventeenth to the twentieth century, tracing the sport from its Colonial beginnings to organized foxhunting as we know it today. The work constitutes part of the first chapter in A Centennial View, published by the MFHA to commemorate the hundredth anniversary of the establishment of the Association.

washington  fairfaxGeorge Washington and Lord Fairfax hunting in the Shenandoah Valley

Hunting in the Colonies (1600s to 1775)
If you were a second son to a family of landed gentry living in the English countryside during the seventeenth or eighteenth century, you would have found your prospects considerably dimmer than those of your elder brother. Precluded, through the laws of primogeniture, from inheriting your father’s estate, you might have been tempted by land grants offered by the Colonial governors of Maryland or Virginia to emigrate, settle in the New World, and make your fortune there.

If you had an adventurous soul, you might have packed up your family, children, furniture, and, of course, a few of your foxhounds, and embarked on the voyage. Along with those tangible items, you would have brought your rural culture and a hunting heritage to these Provinces. By carrying on your habitual pursuits, you would make Maryland and Virginia the cradle of North American foxhunting.

If, on the other hand, you were a Puritan from East Anglia, you would have come to these shores for an entirely different reason—to escape religious persecution. You would have disembarked, most likely, upon the shores of New England and settled there amongst your fellow Puritans.

Most surely, you would have eschewed frivolity and idle pursuits. Your work ethic would fuel the growth of commerce, and in time your descendants would acquire great wealth. But it would take almost three centuries for them to shed their puritanical prejudices and embrace any sporting activity as an acceptable pursuit. When they did, finally, it would be they who would launch the modern era of organized foxhunting, subscription packs, and the Masters of Foxhounds Association.

As we will discover, hunting with hounds in North America has been going on since the earliest days of English colonization here. However, it developed differently from region to region, as a reflection of the immigrants themselves and their disparate backgrounds. And each culture made its own contribution to the sport we recognize today as modern mounted foxhunting.
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In 1650, Lord Baltimore appointed Robert Brooke to the “Privy of the State within our Province of Maryland.” Brooke arrived from England with his wife, eight sons, two daughters, twenty-eight servants, and his hounds. This is the earliest recorded importation of any quantity of hounds to the Colonies. Brooke’s hounds no doubt hunted other game as well as fox, since packs of hounds for hunting the fox exclusively had hardly appeared in England at that early time. The Brooke hound bloodlines were carried on by his sons and their descendants and provided basic stock for American strains fielded today.

From these earliest times, hunting with hounds was carried out in various forms depending on individual circumstances—mounted on horseback, astride mules, and on foot. Family dogs and hounds were taken out at night to hunt ‘vermin’—racoons, opossums, and foxes.

The cultivation of tobacco in Virginia and Maryland ushered in an unprecedented era of prosperity in the 1700s, and the planters, who surely loved their horses, built great plantation houses, imported race horses, and rode to hounds in the formal fashion. They cleared land for cultivation and hunted wolves from horseback with hounds to rid their plantations of predators. As the wolves were driven out, it was only natural to continue their exhilarating sport by hunting the native gray fox.

One day in 1730, according to several accounts, a group of tobacco planters on Maryland’s Eastern Shore were reminiscing about the ‘good old days’ chasing red foxes in their mother country. Sadly, hunting the less inspiring native gray foxes in Maryland did not match up, so the men resolved to improve their sport. The captain of the tobacco schooner, Monocacy, which was owned by one of the planters, was instructed to bring back from Liverpool eight brace of red foxes on his next trip. The foxes arrived in due course and were liberated along Maryland’s Eastern Shore with much fanfare, merriment, race meets, and a hunt ball! Some fifty years later, descendants of those imported red foxes would initiate a revolution in hound breeding resulting in what we know today as the American Foxhound.
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There were many private packs showing sport to their country neighbors prior to the Revolutionary War. One of special interest, the Castle Hill Hounds, was founded in 1742 by Dr. Thomas Walker of Albemarle County, Virginia and named for his estate, Castle Hill. After his death the pack was dispersed, and hunting ended at Castle Hill. But somewhere around 150 years later, a lineal descendant of Dr. Walker—Mrs. Allen Potts (neé Gertrude Rives)—revived the pack. By so doing, the Castle Hill Hounds became the first recognized pack to be owned and hunted by an American woman. Further, her husband, Allen Potts, was the man selected to serve as Clerk of the Great English-American Hound Match of 1905. Since Mr. Potts had to ride every day, his wife sent him off to Upperville with two of her best hunters, Bachelor and Benedict.

Another of the earliest private packs in the Colonies was that of Thomas, sixth lord Fairfax, who had inherited more than five million acres of land in Virginia, between the Potomac and the Rappahannock Rivers. Before moving to Virginia permanently to take control of his inheritance, Fairfax sent hounds to his cousin, George William Fairfax, who was already settled at ‘Belvoir.’

Arriving in 1746, Lord Fairfax spent some time at Belvoir managing his farms and plantations and amusing himself by hunting. In 1748, shortly before establishing his permanent residence at Greenway Court west of the Blue Ridge in the Shenandoah Valley, Fairfax hired a sixteen year old family friend named George Washington to help survey his holdings. Under Fairfax’s tutelage, Washington, who eventually gained a reputation as one of the finest horsemen in Virginia, became an avid foxhunter. He wrote, “Lord Fairfax was at this time fifty-nine years old. Although a heavy man, he was an excellent horseman, and, as I was never tired of the saddle, we were much engaged in the hunting of wild foxes.”

As Washington makes clear in his diaries, after leaving Greenway Court and eventually establishing his own pack of hounds at Mount Vernon, he devoted all his spare time to foxhunting up until the eve of Independence. Speaking of Independence, it can be asserted that a foxhunter’s horseflies helped to launch the nation.

Jacob Hiltzheimer was an ardent foxhunter who owned a livery stable very near Independence Hall in Philadelphia. Thomas Jefferson himself enjoyed telling how the horseflies from a nearby livery stable annoyed the members of the Continental Congress as they reviewed his draft of the Declaration of Independence. Wearing short breeches and silk stockings, they were so much engaged in lashing at the buzzing horde with their handkerchiefs, that they were induced to promptly affix their signatures to his document.

Washington wasn’t the only Founding Father to follow hounds. James Parton, a biographer of Thomas Jefferson in the late nineteenth century, tells us that Jefferson was “as eager after a fox as Washington himself.” And Alexander Hamilton’s name was listed among the members of the St. George Hunt Club in 1783.
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The first subscription pack of record in North America was the Gloucester Foxhunting Club. It was founded by a group of Philadelphia sportsmen in 1766. For those who believe that foxhunting was never a competitive sport, consider Article XIII of the Club Rules:
“The Sportsman who first touches the fox after the dogs have caught him, or who first touches the tree on which the fox may have taken shelter, if he does not make his escape therefrom, shall be entitled to the brush, for which distinguished honor he shall present one dollar to the huntsman. The person taking the brush shall take his seat at dinner on the right hand of the presiding officer of the day.”

Between the Wars (1781 to 1861)
The English gained control of New York from the Dutch in 1664 and wasted no time in introducing their sporting culture. By 1665 a racecourse was established at Hempstead.

Hard though it may be to imagine, during the period between the Revolutionary and the Civil Wars, foxhunting flourished on the island of Manhattan from the Bowery to Harlem, as well as in The Bronx and into Long Island. In fact, foxhunting flourished on Manhattan and Long Island even during the Revolutionary War, as the British officers stationed there could hardly be expected to have neglected their hunting.

The winter of 1779/1780 was climactically historic. Chesapeake Bay froze in the bitter temperatures, and red foxes made their first appearance in Virginia. It is believed that they crossed the ice from Maryland’s Eastern Shore, descendants of the eight braces of English reds imported by the tobacco planters in the 1730s. The extent to which the red foxes that populate the eastern states today are descendants of those original English foxes, or are descended from the red foxes believed to have been indigenous to Canada and the northern climes, or are a combination of both is still a matter for theorizing.

From modest beginnings in Maryland, then to Virginia, the population and range of the red fox increased slowly and steadily. The English hounds that had been imported to the Colonies in earlier times were mostly of the type referred to as the old Southern Hound—slow, deliberate, trailing hounds—probably descendants of the French-Norman hounds brought to southern England after the Norman invasion. They were well suited to hunting the native gray foxes in the Colonies, but were too often at a loss trying to pressure and account for the red foxes. New outcrosses were needed, and most breeders looked to England for bloodlines to increase the speed and drive of their hounds.

Fleet hounds from the Quorn and from other fast running packs in the Shires were tried, but found wanting. Lower scenting hounds with bigger voices were needed in North America, and many sportsmen feared that the appearance of the red fox bespoke the end of foxhunting here.

mountain and MuseMountain and Muse were brought from Ireland in 1814. / Courtesy Museum of Hounds and Hunting N.A.

In 1814, Bolton Jackson, an Irish immigrant to Baltimore, brought two Irish foxhounds—Mountain and Muse, a dog and a bitch—to Maryland, which he presented to Charles Sterrett Ridgley of Oakland Manor near Ellicott City. The two Irish hounds killed foxes with ease, but they were happy to kill anything else that crossed their paths as well, including dogs. Sentenced to death by Mr. Ridgely, they were saved by Benjamin Ogle, Jr. of Belair, who pleaded that they be spared and given into his charge. This was a fortunate rescue, for these two hounds provided essential bloodlines for most of the American hound breeds we know today: Trigg, July, and Walker.

Said the American Turf Register of Mountain and Muse, “They were remarkable, as are their descendants, according to the degree of their original blood, for great speed and perseverance, extreme ardor, and for casting ahead at a loss; and in this, and their shrill chopping unmusical notes, they were distinguished from the old stock of that day; which when they came to a loss, would go back, and, dwelling, take it along, inch by inch, until they got it fairly off again, whilst these Irish hounds would cast widely, and by making their hit ahead, would keep their game at the top of his speed, and break him down in the first hour.”

The bloodlines of Mountain and Muse are widely dispersed across North America today (indeed in England as well) by virtue of the great popularity of the Hardaway Crossbred, the essential and original ingredient of which is the July foxhound. Ben Hardaway, MFH of the Midland Fox Hounds in Georgia, devoted fifty years of study, experimentation, travel, trial and error in developing his ideal foxhound. The American Turf Register’s description of the hunting style of Mountain and Muse is a nineteenth century version of Hardaway’s hunting philosophy which he attributes to his July bloodlines: “short, sharp and decisive.”
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The earliest hunts still active today emerged during this period between the Revolutionary and the Civil Wars. The Montreal Hunt, founded as a subscription pack in 1826, is the oldest active hunt in North America. The oldest active subscription pack in the United States is the Rose Tree Foxhunting Club which was founded in Media, Pennsylvania near Philadelphia in 1859. The Piedmont Fox Hounds of Virginia, however, was established as a private pack earlier than the Rose Tree—in 1840—and holds the distinction of being the oldest active hunt in the United States.

During these years of the early 1800s, ladies were making their appearance alongside men in the hunting fields of North America. It was a controversial issue with many men. Some were honestly concerned about the safety of the ‘weaker’ sex; others were more concerned about losing the hunt in the ‘likely’ event that a damsel would come to distress and they, as gentlemen, would feel obliged to stop and render assistance; but most of the opposition to women in the hunting field no doubt had its roots in the fragile male ego. Fortunately, a sufficient population of male foxhunters were quite ready to accept “those ladies who venture on this elegant out-door exercise, made interesting not only by their ‘coat, hat, and feathers,’ but by their sparkling eyes, flushed cheeks, and temples shaded by falling ringlets….” (The College Journal of Cincinnati)

Throughout these early 1800s, foxhunting spread to the Carolinas and west to Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi and Georgia. Foxhunting of some sort was carried on as early as 1831 near Chicago. And in the far Southwest in the area of the Louisiana Purchase (now the state of Oklahoma), the first American military hunt club—the Fort Gibson Hunting Club—was established at Fort Gibson in 1835.

Night hunting flourished in the deep South among men of ordinary circumstances. This is not to say that men of elevated circumstances might not be found sitting by the fire as well. Many were. But any farmer could own a couple of foxhounds and get together with friends at night for an informal fox race. These night hunters, along with their countrymen that hunted informally  during daylight astride a mule or a work horse, were true hound men. Blood horses, top boots and riding britches meant little to them. They treasured good hounds, and many of the very best American bloodlines derive from their careful breeding. Enthusiasts of the American Foxhound today still maintain the bloodlines bred by Bywaters, Maupin, Trigg, Walker—all hound men of that period whose names are permanently engraved in the history of the American hound. The following description of night hunting was written in 1832:

“Foxhunting by moonlight, though not commonly practised, is said to be most delightful, on a clear still night. The game does not ‘make off,’ as in the day, nor run so far ahead of the pack; feeling perhaps a sense of greater security. Thus the trail keeps warmer, and the dogs more animated, and the cry fuller, whilst the stillness of the night leaves the music of the pack to fall upon the ear in all its volume and sweetness!

“We are too apt to suppose that to enjoy rural sports involves much expense, whereas with a few choice hounds (say only nine) between himself and a neighbor or two, a man can have real enjoyment.”

By contrast, mounted foxhunting in the southern states prior to the Civil War was carried out in luxury and style by large plantation owners with leisure time. Many planters were descended from the old sporting Colonial families, and they brought their sport to its pinnacle for the times. However, all that glamour went up in smoke with much of the southern countryside during the Civil War, and the subsequent struggle for recovery brought whatever foxhunting there was in the South back to the days of the trencher fed packs and the night hunters.

HWS300dpiHarry Worcester Smith organized the first meeting of six Masters that led to the formation of the Masters of Foxhounds Association.Organized Foxhunting (1865-1905)
The Civil War ended in 1865 with the southern economy crippled, its social fabric asunder, and its citizens poverty stricken. The planter aristocracy, formerly the standard setters for the ‘High Church’ of foxhunting, suffered especially. As late as 1883, the Sportsman’s Gazetteer and General Guide said, “Since the war the demoralized condition of many sections of the South, and the greatly impaired fortunes of the former participants in this manly sport have combined to render foxhunting well nigh impossible, and until horseback riding attains in both North and South a more national character, there is but little hope of resuscitating this delightful sport.” This was a prescient observation, for two unrelated phenomena were occurring at that very time—one in the North and one in the South—that would herald a new age for foxhunting on this continent.

henry higginson paintingA. Henry Higginson, a prolific writer, edited the first five volumes of the Foxhound Kennel Studbook of America while president of the MFHA.In the North
As the nation expanded westward, as railroads were laid, and as the population grew (bolstered by waves of immigrants from Europe), opportunities for the creation of wealth presented themselves to men of energy and vision who were willing to take risks. Boston, with its great university across the Charles River, had been preparing such men. They built enterprises that spanned the country and both oceans. Their ventures flourished through succeeding generations, and by the middle of the nineteenth century an accumulation of wealth coupled with a relaxing of the Puritanical attitude toward the frivolity of recreation led to the beginnings of organized sport. By the turn of the twentieth century, yacht clubs, polo clubs, foxhunting clubs, the National Steeplechase and Hunt Association, and the first country club were all thriving. Contemporaneous with the formation of these new institutions, Harry Worcester Smith, A. Henry Higginson, and Henry Vaughan burst upon the American foxhunting scene.

henry vaughan paintingThe urbane and diplomatic Henry Vaughan conducted the business of the MFHA from his law office in Boston from 1907 until his death in 1938.In the South
The period following the Civil War saw a number of Englishmen emigrating to Virginia. Although there were probably as many reasons as Englishmen who came, one can draw some obvious conclusions. A substantial part of an entire generation of young Virginia men did not return home from that bloody conflict, and large properties in that beautiful countryside were, and would continue to be, inherited by women. There must have been a vacuum for men, and it would certainly not be filled at that time by American men from the North.

Many of the Englishmen who came were foxhunters in their native England and were no doubt anxious to organize the sport here along traditional lines. Three of the principal organizers of the Warrenton Hunt (1887) were English emigrés, as were two of the organizers of the Deep Run Hunt (1887). Another Englishman helped form the Blue Ridge Hunt in 1888. The final step in the successful resurrection of traditional foxhunting in the English manner was to bring the northerners with their wealth and organizational abilities together with the southerners with their hunting heritage, emerging hunt clubs, and magnificent hunting landscape.

North Meets South
Harry Worcester Smith and A. Henry Higginson were always seeking the best hunting countries to which to bring their hounds for good sport. Smith, however, was entirely dissatisfied with the “unfruitful” manner in which English hounds “tried to follow the American red fox.” In 1896, Thomas Hitchcock brought a pack of American hounds to the Genesee Valley as the guest of Major W.A. Wadsworth, MFH. Smith was impressed with their ability to pursue the red fox successfully, even in bad scenting conditions. Two years later he visited the Piedmont Fox Hounds country near Upperville, Virginia as the guest of H. Rozier Dulany, MFH.

“[I]t was not until 1898 that I had a chance of seeing a pack of Virginia fox-killing [American] hounds…. I at once saw the opportunity of establishing hounds and hunting in what I felt was the best hunting country in the United States, and, if the sport which I anticipated could be shown, that it would not be long before lovers of the chase would come from the North and, choosing their domiciles, learn to love the Old Dominion with its courtesies, kindnesses and carefree ways.” (Harry Worcester Smith’s unpublished autobiography, National Sporting Library, Middleburg, Virginia)

How prophetic! Within a few years, Harry Worcester Smith had assembled his own pack of American hounds, which he called the Grafton, after the Massachusetts town where he lived. He arranged to have the Piedmont registered with the National Steeplechase and Hunt Association and, in 1904, became Master of the Piedmont, succeeding Dulany.

In a letter to Rider and Driver magazine that year, Smith extolled the virtues of the American over the English Foxhound. His letter provoked a swarm of replies by offended proponents of the English hound, but A. Henry Higginson’s published reply went a step further. Higginson offered to match his English pack, the Middlesex, against the Grafton, for “love, money, or marbles—in any fair hunting country in America.” So was born the Great English-American Hound Match of 1905, which was held in the Piedmont country.

When it was over, after six days of hunting, no foxes were killed by either pack. Smith’s American pack was awarded the trophy by the judges, who determined that his hounds did “the best work with the object of killing the fox.” Of greater significance, though, is the fact that the obscure Middleburg-Upperville area of Virginia was brought to the attention of sportsmen and women across the country. Newspapers in all the major cities carried daily reports of the match, and sporting magazines sent correspondents to cover the event.

Smith’s mastership of the Piedmont was not long-lived. The Harrimans and other wealthy hunting families from New York State’s Orange County had already discovered the incomparable hunting countries around Middleburg and The Plains, and they cared not a hoot that Smith had formally registered territory with the National Steeplechase and Hunt Association. Their Orange County hounds, under the mastership of John R. Townsend, made incursions into Piedmont’s country and drew coverts within its boundaries. Smith was outraged and protested to the Association, but the NS&HA was either unable or unwilling to become involved. Smith resigned his mastership, sold his pack to Townsend for the largest sum ever paid for a pack of foxhounds, and determined to create an Association that would be willing to take control of the sport of foxhunting and adjudicate disputes.

Smith wrote: “I determined that no other sportsman in America should be obliged to submit to the hostile, unfair and unsportsmanlike treatment that had been thrust upon me by Mr. Townsend. I at once went to work to found the Masters of Foxhounds Association which would take jurisdiction over the sport, exist for that purpose alone, and be controlled by the Masters themselves, not by the members of the Jockey Club or the National Steeplechase and Hunt Association.

w.a.wadsworth1W. Austin Wadsworth, MFH, Genesee Valley Hunt, was the first president of the MFHA.

The Modern Era (1907-2007)
In October 1906, Harry Worcester Smith mailed a notice to Masters polling them on their willingness to associate, requesting descriptions of their hunting countries, and calling the first meeting of the Masters of Foxhounds Association. On February 14, 1907, six Masters met at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel at Smith’s invitation and formed an Association generally along the lines of the English Masters of Foxhounds Association. In addition to Smith, the founders were Louis Baetjer, Westmoreland Davis, R. Penn Smith, Henry Vaughan and W. Austin Wadsworth.

Wadsworth was elected president; Smith, chairman of the Hunt Committee; and Vaughan, secretary-treasurer. The business of the MFHA was conducted in Boston, where Henry Vaughan maintained his law office. Thomas Hitchcock succeeded Wadsworth as president the following year, held the office for three years, and was succeeded by Smith, who ultimately stepped down in 1915. The stalwart constant through these early years was Henry Vaughan, MFH of the Norfolk Hunt in Massachusetts.

As secretary-treasurer, Vaughan traveled extensively for the MFHA and also for the NS&HA, of which he became vice chairman in 1918. He judged hound trials, arbitrated hunt territorial disputes, and officiated at race meets. In 1931 he became the fifth president of the MFHA, a post he held until his death in 1938. Vaughan epitomized the urbane gentleman-sportsman and was perhaps the most widely respected and warmly regarded ambassador of the sport at the time.

The terms of the first three presidents—Wadsworth, Hitchcock and Smith—were characterized by the fledgling Association’s efforts, mostly unsuccessful, to take over certain hunt-related functions from the National Steeplechase and Hunt Association.

W. Austin Wadsworth was an obvious choice to be the first president. He was, at the turn of the twentieth century, considered the “Dean of American foxhunting.” And the Genesee Valley, which he controlled, was the center of gravity of American foxhunting at the time.

After one year, Wadsworth stepped down and Thomas Hitchcock was elected president. A renowned sportsman, Hitchcock captained the United States’s first international polo team in 1886. He was the top owner-trainer of steeplechase horses of the time. He served as Master of the Meadow Brook on Long Island and the Aiken Hounds in South Carolina, where hounds still run through the beautiful Hitchcock Woods.

After three years of the Hitchcock presidency, Harry Worcester Smith was elected president. He served in that capacity for four years, until 1915, when he resigned the office. During his term he pursued two primary goals: to wrest control of (1) hunting boundaries and (2) the recognition of hunts from the NS&HA and to bring those functions under MFHA auspices. He wasn’t able to achieve either goal. Although Smith was a fearless rider, physically energetic, and intellectually creative, he was, as described by Mackay-Smith, egotistical, even offensive in manner and temperament. Perhaps his personality was an obstacle to accomplishing that which required diplomacy. However, he must be given credit for establishing the structure that eventually was able to take over those important functions and for introducing many other sporting innovations, hound shows, and related associations.

Harry Worcester Smith’s long-time adversary, A. Henry Higginson, succeeded him as president of the MFHA on February 15, 1915. By 1918 Higginson was able to convince the NS&HA to turn over the recording of hunt territory boundaries to the MFHA, but gaining control of the hunt recognition process took a bit longer—sixteen years, in fact. The NS&HA was loathe to give up the dues payed to them annually by the recognized hunts to maintain their status. It was Henry Vaughan during his term as president, who, in 1934, was able to bring the recognition of hunts under the MFHA’s purview by agreeing that a portion of the annual dues would continue to be paid to the Hunt Committee of the NH&SA, which committee would continue to handle all racing matters for the recognized hunts.

Higginson was a most prolific writer on all aspects of the sport of foxhunting. He wrote memoirs, histories, informative books and even fiction. He credits himself as the editor of the first five Foxhound Kennel Stud Books of America, surely one of the Associations most vital functions.

Higginson remained true to his admiration for the English Foxhound by refusing to register any American hounds in the first four Stud Books. In fairness, it must be acknowledged that the breeding records for American hounds were incomplete and inconsistent at the time. By comparison, English Foxhound pedigrees were available from the meticulously compiled Kennel Stud Book (England) first published there in 1866. Still, it is interesting to note that the field trial foxhunters were able to publish no less than four American Foxhound stud books over the thirty-three year period prior to 1931, the date when American hounds were finally included in the MFHA’s Stud Book (Volume V) and the year in which Higginson stepped down as president of the Association.

The American Foxhound Club: 1912
Because the MFHA, at the time, was strongly influenced by the northern hunts with their propensity for English hounds, it was left to the southern hunts to organize the effort to legitimize their American Foxhound for mounted foxhunters. In 1912, Joseph B. Thomas founded the American Foxhound Club “to encourage the systematic breeding and general use of American Foxhounds in the United States.” The AFC—precursor of today’s Foxhound Club of North America—started many of our important sanctioned hound shows, among them Bryn Mawr in 1914 and Virginia in 1934.

In 1911, Boston-born Joseph B. Thomas had bought a farm in Middleburg, Virginia—Huntland—and had begun construction of a major kennel and stable complex.  Inspired by his Massachusetts friend, Harry Worcester Smith, Thomas began to assemble his pack of foxhounds with the help of his new huntsman, Charlie Carver.  From 1911 to 1919, Thomas supplied the hounds for both the Piedmont and the Middleburg packs.  He became Master of the Piedmont Fox Hounds in 1915 and for the next four years fielded the finest pack of American foxhounds in the country.

Like Smith, however, Thomas also fell into conflict with a fellow Virginia Master—in this instance, Dan Sands, MFH of the Middleburg Hunt. As a result, Thomas resigned as Master of the Piedmont in 1919 and established Mr. Thomas’ Hounds at his summer kennels at Ashby’s Gap in the nearby Blue Ridge Mountains. With his superb huntsman, Charlie Carver, he began a program of hound breeding on a prodigious scale.

When, in 1931 the MFHA finally published its first Foxhound Kennel Studbook to include American Foxhounds, Thomas submitted 182 hounds, the largest number of any of the twenty-nine packs which maintained American hounds. According to entries in that and subsequent Foxhound Kennel Studbooks, hounds directly from Joseph B. Thomas were to be found in thirty-two organized packs of the time.

Joseph B. Thomas’s influence on the American foxhound was enormous. His foundation bloodlines, which he bought and bred, were mostly old Virginia and Bywaters strains. He acquired hounds of the Brooke strain from Maryland and later out-crossed to Trigg hounds, both of which undoubtedly infused the bloodlines of Mountain and Muse, the famous and highly prepotent Irish hounds imported to Maryland in 1814. Today, the progeny of Thomas’s breeding still thrive in the finest packs of American and Crossbred hounds in the country.
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Henry Vaughan succeeded Higginson as president in 1931. Although friendly with both predecessors—Harry Worcester Smith and A. Henry Higginson—Vaughan possessed a diplomatic demeanor, a way of getting on with people, the likes of which neither of his friends could claim.

Smith founded the MFHA, and Higginson initiated publication of the stud books and, during his term as president, wrested control of the recording of hunt boundaries from the NS&HA. But Smith kept his hound breeding to himself, and Higginson is not known to have ever attended an MFHA meeting. It was Vaughan as secretary-treasurer through the MFHA’s first twenty-four years, then as president for the next seven years, who provided the continuity for these hard-won successes; negotiated with the NS&HA to finally bring control of the hunt recognition process under the MFHA; and left behind a respected and thriving Association.

Of Henry Vaughan, Richard E. Danielson, editor and publisher of The Sportsman Magazine, wrote: “A Virginia Master once said to me, ‘I think of Henry Vaughan as typifying the best kind of New England gentleman.’ I answered, ‘Henry is the best kind of New England gentleman, but he isn’t typical. There is only one Henry Vaughan,’”

Originally posted on May 16, 2013.

Sources
Alexander Mackay-Smith, The American Foxhound: 1747-1967, The American Foxhound Club, 1968
Alexander Mackay-Smith, Masters of Foxhounds, Masters of Foxhounds Association, 1980
Joseph B. Thomas, Hounds and Hunting Through the Ages, The Derrydale Press, 1938
J. Blan van Urk, The Story of American Foxhunting, The Derrydale Press, 1940
Norman Fine, The Norfolk Hunt: One Hundred Years of Sport, Millwood House, Ltd., 1995
Richard E. Danielson in The Washington Times, September 12, 1934
MFHA Minutes of Directors Meeting

How to Blow the Hunting Horn

kohler hunting hornSurely, one of the thrills of the foxhunting field is the sound of the huntsman’s horn. When huntsman and hounds are out of sight, the horn keeps the knowledgeable foxhunter informed as to the progress of the hunt.

When the huntsman doubles it in covert, that’s a good time to check your girth. When you hear the Gone Away, you watch your Field Master and anticipate that moment when the saddle tosses you standing in your stirrups and dancing to that seductive three-beat rhythm. The knowledgeable foxhunter can distinguish when the huntsman is blowing Gone to Ground to celebrate a successful conclusion, or simply collecting hounds after a loss. But have you ever tried to blow the thing yourself? Not easy!

In The Hunting Horn: What to Blow and How to Blow It—an undated, pocket-sized, twenty-seven-page booklet, first published probably in the 1940s—author L.C.R. Cameron says, “The lips of the performer should be hard, and the front teeth in good order. Hold the tube in the right hand, the bell slightly depressed, and incline it so that the wind does not blow directly into the tube. Almost close the lips, pressing them back against the teeth. Place the mouthpiece firmly against the centre of the almost closed lips and half blow, half spit into the mouthpiece, when a clear note should be produced. It is not necessary to puff out the cheeks, nor to discharge a lot of saliva into the Horn. Once it is found that the note can be obtained it is merely a question of practise to prolong or shorten it, so as to produce the various calls.”

Author Cameron quotes Colonel Anstruther-Thomson who complained, centuries ago, that too many huntsmen and Masters “blow the same monotonous note on the Horn all day long without variation or meaning.” While that sad state of affairs hasn’t been my experience while foxhunting around two continents, this little booklet does offer a rather complete instruction, using musical notations on the musical staff for all the hunting calls. Although the pitch is rather boring to read on the staves—an unchanging D-note—the timing, note lengths, quavers, trills, and pauses are all clearly shown for the student of the hunting horn. A few pages are devoted to the meaning of all the musical notations, so one need not be an accomplished musician to understand the calls. The booklet has been reprinted numerous times, and may be found on familiar online sources and antiquarian booksellers like ABEbooks.com. It is also available from ABEbooks.co.uk as a print-on-demand publication, as a happy subscriber, Olgs Danes-Volkov, discovered a couple of years ago.

Cameron further explains, “the original object of blowing the Horn was to enlighten the company as to the progress of the sport, not to direct the hounds. Indeed, in the collection of twenty-five ‘lessons’ here presented, but three are intended for the hounds, and of these two are of modern invention. The only ancient call used for this purpose was the Recheat…employed to recall hounds running a counter-scent [heel line], or to bring on tail hounds once the main body has got on with their quarry. To this day the information of the field is the principal object of Horn music with the three or four hundred packs that hunt in France and Belgium, where it is possible in the vast forests of those countries to keep in touch with hounds all day without seeing them, to recognise every point of venery, and to so regulate one’s movements by the ‘lesson’ blown as to miss none of the sport, and finally to be in at the death.”

The original hunting horn was curved, actually that from an animal, and could only sound a single note. The straight horn became the vogue around the end of the seventeenth century shortly after the fox was elevated to the front ranks of beasts of the chase. That led to what Cameron calls the “decline of Horn-music almost to the vanishing point.” The faster pace of hunting across the open undoubtedly had much to do with the diminishment of the horn music.

The twenty-five horn calls, fully detailed on the musical staves in the booklet are: On Leaving Kennels, On Moving Off to Draw, On Throwing Off (uncoupling at covertside), On Throwing Off (modern), The Seek (used in stag, hare, and otter hunting), When Drawing On (moving from one covert to another), To Call Away Hounds, When All Away (modern), The Veline (rousing the quarry or marking an otter), The Gone Away, Breaking Covert, Tally Ho, Back (followed by a crack of the thong), On a Scent, Doubling the Horn, Gone to Ground (if to dig), Call for the Terriers at an Earth, To Call Away (if not to dig), the Death of a Fox, The Mort of a Buck, The Taking of a Stag, At the Worry of an Otter, At the Killing of a Hare, The Rattle (modern), The Recheat (above), and To Notify the Field that Hounds are Going Home.

If one has a brass horn with valves, and wants to play the Fanfare of the Duc de Chartres’ Hunt at Chantilly, that’s included as a bonus! What I find missing is the horn call for the whipper-in, which has the rhythmic cadence of ‘Whip to me, whip to me.’ That must be a more modern call.

German-born John Köhler arrived in England and joined the Royal Lancashire Volunteers in the summer of 1782. By 1786, he had moved to London and set himself up in business to make trumpets and French horns. By 1794, he had relocated to St. James Street in Piccadilly. John Köhler died in 1801, and his son of the same name took over the business. Unfortunately, John, Jr died young only four years later. His wife, just four months a widow, gave birth to John Augustus Köhler in 1805. The wife continued the company in partnership with a Thomas Percival.

John Augustus Köhler proved to be a musical innovator, setting up his own shop in Covent Garden in 1830 at the age of twenty-five. He gained manufacturing rights to newly patented valves and improved instruments and produced high quality brass wind instruments for orchestras and the military. In turn, his son, Augustus Charles Köhler, joined him in the business in 1862, after which father and son produced instruments inscribed Köhler & Son, the name by which the firm was known thereafter. In 1878, upon his father’s death, Augustus Charles took over, soon after moving the premises to Westminster, and shifting the firm’s focus to coaching and hunting horns.

In 1879, Augustus Charles anonymously published a precursor to the booklet described here, titled The Coach Horn: What to Blow, How to Blow It. He died the following year, well-recognized as pre-eminent in his musical products. His son John Buxton Köhler took control, but ran into financial difficulties and sold the firm in February 1907 to Swaine & Adeney, a manufacturer of whips and luxury leather goods. Köhler & Son was moved back to Piccadilly where Swaine & Adeney was located.

In 1943, Swaine & Adeney became Swaine Adeney Brigg & Sons, under which name the little booklet, the subject of this story, was published. Along with Köhler & Son, Henry Keat is another prestigious name in the manufacture of the nickel, copper, or silver hunting horns of the last few centuries. The Henry Keat coaching and hunting horns go back to that company’s start in 1795.

Originally posted on January 11, 2021.
A similar article was first published in Foxhunting Life on October 4, 2018.

The first edition of The Hunting Horn: What to Blow and How to Blow It was sent to me by Steven Price, author of numerous books on equestrian subjects and a member of Foxhunting Life’s Panel of Experts. Steve wrote, “I found this in a pile of stuff that had fallen behind a bookcase.”

Norman Michael Fine 1934 – 2025

Norman Michael Fine

Norman Michael Fine passed away peacefully at home at the age of 90 on August 16, 2025, survived by his wife of 58 years, the former Joan Kusta Latimer, with whom he shared many adventures, including skiing at Stowe, Vermont, most winter weekends; cruising the northeast coastal islands on their wooden Concordia yawl through the summers from Long Island to Maine, showing horses, and following hounds in the U.S., Canada, Ireland, and England.

Norm graduated from Dartmouth College, Class of 1955, and Dartmouth’s Thayer School of Engineering, Class of 1956.

A 3-years stint at Raytheon paved the way for Norm’s first entrepreneurial venture. Raytheon was under contract with the FAA to design and deliver an improved air traffic control system for installation at major airports around the country. Norm was attached to a design team tasked with developing a state-of-the-art large-screen radar display for air traffic controllers.

Armed with knowledge gained through that experience, he and a colleague, both in their 20s, formed Beta Instrument Corporation in 1962. It was the era of the Cold War, and the new company was soon designing and building high-resolution radar screens and infrared scopes for Naval and Air Force aerial reconnaissance missions.

Norm took pride in his company’s role in several historic firsts. For NASA’s Apollo-11 mission, Beta designed and built display scopes to receive the slowly transmitted signals from space and assembled and displayed the imagery for television cameras. Those black-and-white ghostly images of Neil Armstrong descending the stairs from the landing module and planting his famous footprints on the surface of the moon were broadcast live worldwide. Playing on Neil Armstrong’s famous comments about “a small step for man,” Norm called it “a small part for Beta, but pretty damn visible!”

For a researcher at NYU, the company designed and built the electronic display scope that constructed the first ultrasound images-non-destructively-of the interior of a human eye.

For MGM, the company designed and built precision displays for the studio’s first color-correction equipment that allowed cameras to film scenes without having to wait for the weather they wanted. The first film to use the new technology was Dr. Zhivago. Of the film’s 1966 Oscars, one was for Best Cinematography.

For the information services industry, the company designed and marketed the first programmable computer-onto-microfilm systems.

Norm and Joan moved from Concord, Massachusetts to Clarke County, Virginia, permanently in 1988. Here, separated from his former world of technology, equine activities opened a new door for creativity: writing as an avocation. He established the country’s first foxhunting magazine, Covertside, and was editor of this prize-winning publication for 15 years. He created and edited Foxhunting Life, a website for foxhunters. He wrote several books and thousands of articles published here and in England. He rode with numerous packs across the U.S., Canada, England, and Ireland, interviewing and riding alongside many of the leading huntsmen and legends of the sport. Through these experts, he exposed his readers to the finer points of the literature, music, history, and practice of this ancient sport.

While his scribbling was mostly for pleasure, upon reaching his mid-80s, Norm hung up his riding tack and sat down to write the serious book he’d been planning for 25 years. He reviewed notes and interviews he’d long been collecting and wrote the award-winning Blind Bombing: How Microwave Radar Brought the Allies to D-Day and Victory in World War II. This little-known story about the warriors, statesmen, and scientists who brought to combat the single invention most influential in winning the war was published by Potomac Books, an imprint of the University of Nebraska Press. Blind Bombing won the Silver Medal for World History in the 2020 IPPY awards, a national competition sponsored by the association of independent and university presses.

In addition to his wife Joan, Norm leaves the daughters of his first marriage, Lisa Fine and Robin Fine; two grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to either Blue Ridge Hospice, 333 West Cork Street, Winchester, Virginia 22601 or Blue Ridge Hunt, PO Box 96, Boyce, Virginia 22620. Online condolences may be left at jonesfuneralhomes.com.

Robert’s Irish Yoga Tour

Gosen Hounds’ Huntsman Robert Taylor, MFH. Photo by Liz Callar.

This past season Goshen Hounds (Gaithersburg, Maryland) had much to celebrate; our huntsman Robert Taylor, MFH, hit a big milestone: 30 years as Huntsman for Goshen Hounds! Goshen Hounds has been very fortunate to have Robert as huntsman. He always provides us with amazing sport and displays an extraordinary commitment to the hounds and club.

So, what exactly is Irish Yoga? Well, it started as a humorous internet meme displaying people in awkward or amusing positions after a night of revelry. This plays on the stereotype of the Irish enjoying a drink or two. Anyone who has hunted behind our own Irishman knows of his Irish bark, love of good whiskey, and constant Irish blarney.

As part of our season of celebrations, a group of members embarked on what was aptly named “Robert’s Irish Yoga Tour.” A 10-day southern fox chasing adventure! To the south and the warm weather, WE GO…or so we thought!

Mother nature, as always, has quite the sense of humor. As we packed up our trucks and trailers, she was planning to throw us a big old sendoff party…and so began the snow. Some may have felt this was reason enough to throw in the towel, but not us Marylanders, some headed out of town a day early, while others stuck to the plan and dealt with the fresh covering of “white stuff”.

The first stop on our tour was warm and sunny Aiken, South Carolina. Except….it wasn’t! It was cold and it started to SNOW!! This did not stop our group from having a great time and enjoying the company of friends. We threw a welcome cocktail party at the beautiful Wilcox rental cottage. We were even surprised by a couple of Goshen transplants residing in Aiken. In fact, we stabled our horses at Tim and Vicki Shaw’s beautiful Jumping Branch Farm. Tim was a long-time Goshen member and previous Chairman of the Board. It was wonderful to have the opportunity to see all of our long-lost friends!

The Goshen Traveling Stirrup Cup Bar. Photo by Kelly Wengerd.

Throughout the Yoga Tour, we planned “family dinners” at the various rental homes. The crew coordinating the trip did an over-the-top and amazing job. They kept us all well-fed and certainly without thirst, as we also had a pub-sized travel bar that went wherever we did, quite literally, as it resided in the bed of one of our members’ pick-ups. After all, we have Irish Yoga to practice.

Goshen members hunting with Genesee Valley Hounds in Salley, South Carolina. Photo curtsey of Kelly Wengerd.

Unfortunately, the snow did keep us from being able to hunt with Aiken Hounds. Of course, this did not stop us from enjoying our time away with friends as we all gathered for our first family dinner, held at another one of the rental homes. Our next planned hunting day, with Genesee Valley Hounds, went off without a hitch! We pulled out of our rental houses, as we watched 2-wheel drive cars slide down hills, headed to the barn, and then onward to the fixture. We were treated to a fantastic day of hunting behind Marion Thorne in Salley, South Carolina.

The Irish Yoga Tour Shirt. Photo by Kelly Wengerd.

To commemorate our “tour”, everyone on the trip received a “tour shirt” which displays the Irish Yoga meme. To spice things up, we suggested getting the tour shirt signed along the way. As we went along with our travels, each person earned a trip-specific nickname. Nicknames were given out by secretly writing them on the shirts and then presenting them during our family dinners.

At our final family dinner in Aiken, the first trip nickname was announced, Marie Antonette. The recipient of this nickname had a little snafu after dismounting back at the trailers. Her helmet strap got hooked on a full cheek bit, and she was nearly beheaded twice as she was lifted off the ground by her helmet. Horse and rider are both fine, but needless to say a full cheek bit has not been used since.

On our final day in Aiken, many of us took advantage of the spare time to enjoy lunch and shopping. What a beautiful town!

The next stop on our tour was Thomson, Georgia, for the Belle Meade Hound Performance Trials. Goshen has participated in these trials a few times previously. We brought along 3 hounds on our travels so that they could compete. While in Thomson we opted for hotel rooms and stabled our horses at the lovely Foxboro Farm, home of Epp and Judith Wilson. We were treated to two days of fantastic sport, comradery, and southern hospitality. I think everyone caught the view of the coyote, with hounds in full cry right behind, just as we closed out the second day of hunting. What a treat!

Goshen members raising a stirrup cup at the Belle Meade Hound Performance Trials. Photo curtsey of Kelly Wengerd.

Our Goshen ground crew spoiled us every day with a trailer-side stirrup cup. On our final day, we headed out for a nice dinner at Bordeaux. Meanwhile, the nickname-naming team was hard at work preparing for more presentations at our next family dinner.

For the final leg of our Irish Yoga Tour, we headed to Southern Pines, North Carolina. One of our rental homes was on a beautiful lake setting, so this was the perfect location for our family dinners. Our horses enjoyed their stabling at the Carolina Horse Park. Each night we presented more nicknames, and we all had a good laugh.

For our final day of hunting, we headed to the Walthour-Moss Foundation to hunt with Moore County Hounds. What an absolutely amazing place they have preserved.  There was no shortage of sport, and a great time was had by all. Following hunting, we headed into town for lunch with members of Moore County. Of course, we were all sad for our incredible adventures to end but the group quickly requested that another trip be planned for next season!

Robert’s Irish Yoga Tour was everything we had hoped it would be and more; we had the best of company during the entire trip. There was plenty of Irish Yoga practicing, general shenanigans, and spectacular hunting! We are grateful to everyone who contributed to the plans and execution of this trip, without their help it would not have been as incredible as it was. We are very blessed to have a Huntsman so worthy of being celebrated for such a huge milestone! Congratulations to our Huntsman, Robert Taylor, MFH!

The joy of receiving a nickname on the Irish Yoga Tour. Marcie McCleary gets her T-shirt from Kelly Wengerd. Photo curtsey of Kelly Wengerd.

Chasing Thrills in Aotearoa: My Day with the Waitematā Hunt in New Zealand

Kristy and her borrowed mount, Larry, pose in front of the Waitematā Hunt pack, officials, and members.
The Kawau Parua Inlet shines in the background. Photo by Polly Joseph.

As an educational consultant, I spend most of my time visiting schools and teachers across the United States, learning and sharing effective practices in education. Occasionally, though, my work takes me abroad. When I travel, I also try to plan experiences that help me connect more deeply with the location—and what better way to do that than by going out with a local hunt? One of my favorite international partnerships is with a handful of schools in New Zealand. Last year, my travels took me to the South Island, where I had a fabulous day joining Eastern Southland Hunt for their Opening Meet (you can read about that adventure here). This year, I had the chance to cap with a hunt on the North Island!

When I found out I’d be traveling back to New Zealand to visit schools in the greater Auckland metro area, I immediately began scouring the New Zealand Hunts’ Association site to see what hunts might be in the area and who would be open while I was there. The Waitematā Hunt fit the bill, and I reached out to inquire about capping for a day.

The Waitematā Hunt is located on the northern side of Auckland, with fixtures on both sides of the Kawau Parua Inlet and as far south as Muriwai. Their sport is in partnership with generous farmers, who allow them to enjoy the chase across rolling farmland, marshland, and bush (the Kiwi term for woods or a covert). Much of their territory is also bordered by water, delighting this foxhunter from Colorado with seaside vistas.

I was staying with friends on the opposite side of the city, so my day began with a scenic drive past the iconic Auckland skyline and into the countryside of the Te Korowai-o-Te-Tonga Peninsula, where we would be hunting at Shelly Beach. My host for the day was Polly Joseph, a committee member for the Waitematā Hunt.

Kristy and her host, Waitematā Hunt committee member Polly Joseph pause for a quick photo at a check. Photo by Kristy Lathrop.

Polly introduced me to members and officials alike. Since hunting in America is a bit of a novelty to the New Zealand community, introductions often went like this: “This is Kristy, she’s from Colorado. Guess what they hunt in the US?!” The guesses were enthusiastic—my favorite being “Buffalo?” It was always a surprise to hear that most of us chase coyotes west of the Mississippi.

The Waitematā pack of harrier hounds wait in the horse van before the start of the meet. Photo by Kristy Lathrop.

I was also introduced to the Waitematā pack, who arrive at the meet in style in a kennel at the front of a horse van. Last year, I learned that hunts in New Zealand typically chase the European hare, an invasive species introduced in the 1800s. As such, New Zealand packs are Harriers—as keen as our foxhounds and as plucky as beagles. This pack was striking and clearly eager to start their day.

The Waitematā Masters, officials, members, and guests at the unmounted stirrup cup. Photo by Rhian Samantha McCorquodale.

The day began with an unmounted stirrup cup, served by Hunt President Caitlin Metz, followed by a briefing from Joint-Masters Denise Mathers and Phil Grainger, and professional huntsman Alex Maguiness. They shared notes for the day, including potential obstacles and the plan for casting. Afterward, the Joint-Masters and officials distributed some bottles. Polly handed one to me, and my confusion must have been obvious because she explained, “They’re for laying the scent. We carry them in our saddle bags to supply the scent laying team.”

A bottle containing the hare solution to be used by the scent laying team. Photo by Kristy Lathrop.

The Waitematā Hunt is, in fact, the only drag hunt in all of New Zealand. President Metz explained that the hunt has a long tradition of drag hunting, due to the fact that the European Hare doesn’t make its home on their peninsula. Each bottle contains a brew of fermented hare, and the scent laying team puts down a line cast by cast for the pack to follow.

Thus, with a bottle of hare solution in one saddlebag and a bottle of water in the other (Polly: “Kristy, be sure not to mix those up!”), I was ready to mount and move off. Polly had generously loaned me her primary mount, a handsome Clydesdale/Paint cross named Larry. Larry was just as friendly and generous as anyone I’ve met in New Zealand and seemed eager to show me a good day.

As we hacked to the first cast, I was mesmerized by the absolutely stunning scenery. The green hills stretched in front of us, broken here and there with patches of bush. With every step, the aquamarine waters of the Kawau Parua Inlet shimmered brightly. Polly and I hung back a bit on the first cast, giving Larry and me a chance to become better acquainted and take in the scene.

Waitematā huntsman Alex Maguiness (prof.) and whippers-in hold the hounds for a check before the next cast. The Kawau Parua Inlet shines in the background. Photo by Kristy Lathrop.

Just as with my last New Zealand hunting adventure, so much of the experience felt incredibly familiar. The talented pack picked up the line and opened with a recognizable melody that always stirs up memories for me—especially of my childhood, following the Fort Leavenworth pack through the woods and fields of rural Kansas. The members of the field organized themselves behind the masters and flew across the ground, migrating from one pasture to the next in pursuit of the pack, riders standing in their stirrups with excitement, the horses gamely leaping over the spars… Well, that’s where things start to feel quite different.

Let’s have a quick sidebar about “spars.” I mentioned this in my entry last year, but it’s worth bringing up again. Hunts in New Zealand have mastered the art of minimalism when it comes to navigating fences. Rather than building large permanent jumps (coops, walls, panels, etc.), the tireless hunt committee prepares spars for each meet. Sometimes these are compressed wire with a horizontal wood panel, and sometimes they’re vertical stakes woven through the wire to give horses a sightline. Kiwi horses rarely hesitate over them, and one quickly learns to roll along with the field. After the hunt, the committee raises the wires, leaving fences and fields nearly pristine.

A panel spar at the Waitematā Shelly Beach fixture. Photo by Rhian Samantha McCorquodale.
A stake spar at the Eastern Southland Marairua fixture. Photo by Kristy Lathrop.

As the day progressed, I never quite got over the beauty of the Shelly Beach fixture and how it facilitated such a superb experience. With each cast, we wound up and down hillsides, over spars, always following the music of the pack. I love hound work, and the Waitematā territory offers ample opportunity to watch the hounds loop in cloverleaf patterns while searching for a line, their tails feathering in concentration. One hound would strike, and the rest of the pack would honor his find. Our own path featured dells, crops, bush, livestock, and even beehives (New Zealand honey is world-famous), all under the skilled and caring leadership of the Masters.

After the hunt, we gave our mounts a quick rinse and gathered for a shared breakfast and recap. Huntsman Maguiness noted the top-performing hounds for the day—part of their tradition of friendly competition. Members sponsor individual hounds, and each one earns points throughout the season, with a winner crowned at the end. Joint-Masters Grainger and Mathers shared upcoming events, including a week-long celebration for the Waitematā Hunt’s 75th season of sport.

Officials, members, and guests gather for a potluck breakfast. Photo by Kristy Lathrop.

After the official announcements, we did what hunters have done since the beginning of our sport: We enjoyed the beauty of the outdoors, swapped stories from the day, learned about one another, and shared fellowship with fellow enthusiasts. I believe one of the best ways to connect with people is through shared experience, and I’m grateful to now feel connected to a new group of friends on the other side of the world.

To the Masters, officials, members, and guests of the Waitematā Hunt: thank you for welcoming me to join your adventure for the day. I’m humbled by your hospitality and grateful for your friendship. I hope to return the favor someday. Until then—kick on!

Kristy Lathrop has been a member of the Fort Leavenworth Hunt in Kansas since she was a junior, where she also whipped-in. Her whole immediate family has colors with Fort Leavenworth, and her mother, Gayle Rue, is an ex-MFH. Kristy is currently a whipper-in (honorary) for the Comanche Creek Hounds, a farmers pack in Kiowa, Colorado.