The Fox Went to Ground but I Didn't

October 13, 2008

An article by Steven D. Price from Practical Horseman, October 2008.

Excerpt:

You've got to come hunting, said Norman Fine, my friend and host.  The invitation was much appreciated, but not without a few sober second thoughts.  I hunted twice in my life, but that was three decades ago.  This was now: my body is 30-plus years older and, no thanks to sciatica, not exactly hunting fit.  Accordingly, my current equestrian adventures focus on courses of speedbump- sized jumps augmented by trail rides on unflappable horses.

On the plus side, Norm, as a lifelong foxhunter and editor of Covertside, the Masters of Foxhounds Association magazine, would be the perfect guide (read babysitter).  And I would ride his guest horse, a 17-year-old Thoroughbred appropriately named Guitar, with whom I get along famously, perhaps because bluegrass music is my other raging passion.  Norm and I agreed that we wouldn't ride in the first flight, the group where all the galloping and jumping takes place. Instead, we would "hilltop" or watch hounds work from elevated vantage points.

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