Lee Bishop. LRH Member with Will
on the speed. Well, that just gave us an excuse to let our horses have their head along a ridge and down a long tractor road to catch up. I leaned forward onto the neck of my big Throughbred-Percheron cross, squeezed my legs tight and let him run. “With the hounds running at full speed hot on the trail and our horses also pounding away, the field soon got the hounds back in sight after a spirited run. When we did, hounds were working along the edge of the field just inside the woodline. As we gathered in the center of the field to watch them work, a large tan coyote jogged out of the top side of the draw looking over his shoulder toward the hounds. ‘Tally ho,’ the field cried, as Mr. Coyote made his escape over the hill. Soon, the hounds picked up the scent again and off we went.
WINTER 2016
“Apparently, our game was tired of the chase and thus put on his incredible speed and simply vanished. Our hounds continued to try to re-find the scent, but we soon called it a day and headed home. And what a wonderful day – the whole field viewed our game, we ran hard for two hours jumping several fences and everyone – the coyote, the hounds, the horses and the riders – came home in one piece.” – col. walter herd With that, the horses were scrubbed down, the hounds fed and the riders retired to enjoy the tales of the morning and their “hunt breakfast.” And the coyote checked their calendars. “This was fun. When do we do this again?”
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