The farm hosted a cub hunt today and we were invited to follow.
We would ordinarily be at work on a day such as today so it was a rare treat to be able to join in .
We spent yesterday afternoon mending old jumps and building new ones. The best excuse for using large boys toys that there is.
I have it on good authority that it has been too dry to get a good scent so there was a lot of sitting around waiting in the wind while the hounds tried to get a sniff of a young fox in various areas of ‘cover’ around the farm’s 2000 or so acres. It was very good fun and I haven’t followed a hunt for many, many years. Nice to be familiar with the territory and able to predict where they might go.
It would seem that our efforts of yesterday paid off and the jumps were appreciated by all. Albeit that the opportunity to jump them did seem few and far between.
Anyway, it did nothing to ruin the enjoyment for all involved; the hosts had a field day (pardon the pun), the guests revelled in the new ground to run around on, and us followers just enjoyed the spectacle of it all. The pheasants, partridges and hares living locally were roused for all to see and it was only when the wind got up that you became aware of how exposed these parts are.
Odd times, it did seem that they picked up a scent but the two occasions when we thought we might see some real sport, the wiley old charlie fox went to ground, leaving the entire field frustrated and the fox to roam his territory for a while longer.
They do look smart, these lucky people who can take time off work on a week day to take their beloved animals out for a good stretch of the legs. We chatted to a couple of interesting characters who were there especially to follow the hunt. Some of them do it 4 or 5 days a week and love nothing better. Seems that either forming part of the field or following it is a grand way to spend the day.