November 8, 2011

On the hunt

Pin It This weekend I had the opportunity for a new experience. A coworker participates in fox hunting each year, and Sunday was the opening day of the regular foxhunting season. For the squeamish at heart, let me quickly say that no one was armed and, as it happens, no fox was found. But there was a lot of tradition involved, and I certainly learned a lot.

The hunt begins with a toast (a welcome warmer-upper on a blustery cold morning) and the blessing of the hounds, the reading of a traditional prayer by a local clergyman who asks God's blessing on the horses, the riders, and the hounds (but not the fox).

The clothing worn by the riders is quite distinctive. Traditionally, a tophat is worn, although the majority of riders wore hardhats covered with a velvety material. The red jackets are worn by the most experienced riders, while newer participants wear black jackets. Somewhere in the middle are those who've "taken their colors" - i.e. they've joined in and helped with previous hunts for a certain period of time.




The hounds - there were about 30 of them - are the responsibility of the houndsman, who gives them commands using both vocal commands and a horn. To me, they looked and sounded pretty much alike, but the houndsman knows each by name and, if they are off in the woods, he is able to recognize individual hounds by the sound of their voices. 





On opening day of the hunt in our area, spectators are about to hitch a ride in the "tallyho wagons" - a good old-fashioned hayride, well stocked with drinks and breakfast treats.


Part of the objective on opening day is to allow spectators to see how the hunt works and to watch the dogs at work. It would be impossible for the tallyho wagon to follow the hunt through trails in the woods, so locations for those watching are chosen in advance; spectators are taken by wagon to them, and the hunt then comes to them. To ensure the hunt winds up there, someone "drags the line" through the fields and woods to the prearranged sites. "The line" is a sock that has been soaked in fox urine, and the hounds will follow this scent.


When the hounds return from following the line, some of them were happy to further demonstrate their tracking ability by finding some of the aforementioned breakfast treats.



They deserved it, don't you think?




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21 comments:

  1. I love the idea of going on a Fox Hunt (without the fox). I don't think we have any here. But I have done some rabbit hunting. Your photographs are wonderful, giving me a look at something unique.

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  2. Oh my, how fun. I'd love to experience this.

    Great shots!

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  3. Great photos ~ very colorful and great composition! ~ thanks, namaste, Carol (A Creative Harbor) Happy SST ^_^

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  4. Wow! So fun to read about this traditional activity. I've read about it often in fictional books like Jane Austen (my favorites!) but so wonderful to see pics and have you tell the story behind it. Thanks for sharing this!

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  5. Such fun! I've always wanted to participate in a hunt! I especially love your first shot, such lovely colors and lighting.

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  6. This sounds like such a fun experience! Thanks for sharing at Tuesday's Gone

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  7. How wonderful I didn't know fox hunts were still around. But I am glad no real foxes were harmed in the posting of this blog:) Thanks for sharing on the Field trip hop.

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  8. Tgis seems like such a wonderfully tradition-rich experience. The dogs enjoy hunting and I'm sure their owners do, too. Love the assortment of photos.

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  9. A great day out for horses and riders, and very traditional here in the UK! Hunting and killing foxes is now banned - some hunts still meet and chase a laid trail instead, and most participants enjoy it as a fun day out and great social occasion!

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  10. Sounds really interesting and fun for the dogs to run and chase, but was it fun spectating too? I'm not usually a sit and watch kind of person (maybe my ADD kicking in...)

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  11. I have heard of these but never saw one. I probably could not do it as I am too tender heart. I would feel sorry for the fox.

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  12. Gee, what's wrong with praying for the fox? :)

    WHERE RED ABIDES

    A day filled with scarlet, they say,
    Can make the sad heart skip and play;
    For where red abides,
    A little bird hides
    And sings every worry away.


    © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher

    Little Red Weed

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  13. Wow! What a cool thing for a kid to experience. Great opportunity!

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  14. What a great experience! I would love to have been there and taken pictures of such a traditional event.

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  15. What a great idea! I just found your blog and I'm your newest follower! :)

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  17. Sounds interesting. Being closer to the city, I don't think we have foxhunting around these parts. =p Or maybe we do and I've just been clueless. hehe Anyhow, what a neat experience.

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  18. These are fantastic photos!Makes me feel like I am right there!

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  19. Reminds me of Mary Poppins!

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