A Typical Hunt Day

A Sporting Day
The Chagrin Valley Hunt

A Typical Day

The day begins early, well before sun-up. Subscribers gulp a cup of hastily brewed coffee, load their horses into trailers and then off to the meet.

It’s dawn. There is always a bustle in the air and anticipation of the ride and sport to follow. The Huntsman arrives with the hound truck filled with excited foxhounds. The riders greet the Masters and each other, tightening girths and slipping on gloves. Soon the Huntsman moves off to the first “covert,” woods or a hillside where the fox scent is likely to be found. The Field, headed by the Field Master, follows quietly behind. The Huntsman sends his Whippers-in to the covert to watch for “Charlie” as the fox is often called. The Huntsman, with a language known only to himself and the hounds, urges them on.

With heads down and sterns (tails) up, the hounds eagerly search, trying systematically to pick up the scent of the fox. Suddenly, a seasoned hound gives tongue. The Huntsman harks the others to her and all at once there is huge cry as the hounds find the line of scent. The Huntsman blows his horn, “Gone Away!” The Field Master pushes his cap down and moves off at a gallop with the Field following. The chase is on! For ten minutes, twenty, an hour perhaps, the Field gallops up hill and down, through bogs, over fences, around steep corners, over brooks, over bushes, through streams, all the time striving to stay with the hounds.Suddenly there is a deep stillness. “Charlie” has either run into his den or given them the slip. Hunting stops for the moment. Tired and excited, horses and riders catch deep breaths and the hounds are congratulated for a chase well done before they are off again.

This is foxhunting!