My Soapbox for Equestrian Writings
Okay, I’ll admit that I’ve been having Aiken envy. It seems like just about everyone I know has gone to South Carolina this winter. Or Southern Pines. Almost daily I am teased by Facebook posts of riders hunting, riders hacking, riders eventing, riders going to shows. I won’t name names, but you all know who […]
Read MoreThis is great! The Hunt Secretary’s Prayer (Green Spring Valley Hounds) Oh, grant that the Meet today is blessed With a field of “Believers” all properly dressed. Though I’m not one to belabor the number of buttons (though we all know how many, unless we’ve forgotten.) Or over sartorial trivia to stew, Like corners: square […]
Read MoreFor the first time in the eight or nine years that I’ve been hunting, I saw a horse kick a hound. It was horrible. The hound got nailed — twice. It was howling in pain. I didn’t see the first kick but I did see the second and I don’t ever want to see something […]
Read MoreThere was a lot to give thanks for yesterday — foxhunting, family and fabulous food. First was foxhunting. Our hunt holds an annual Thanksgiving Day hunt that leaves from The Old Manse in Concord. Built in 1770, The Old Manse, became the center of Concord’s political, literary, and social revolutions over the course of the […]
Read MoreFreedom got the short end of the stick this fall with hunting. I pulled his shoes over the summer when he was dealing with the abscess-from-hell and by the time he was sound, it seemed too late to put them back on. Plus, I wanted to concentrate on hunting Zelda. Last week I realized that […]
Read MoreThis is the fall that keeps on giving. Hunting down by the Concord River in temperatures that approached the mid 70s, it was hard to believe that it was the first week of November! I feel badly that I haven’t clipped my horses yet this fall. Usually by this time they are sporting their “racing […]
Read MoreThis has been the best fall that I can remember. It’s November 1st and there is still an abundance of color and a warmth in the air that makes you forget that Winter is lurking. Saturday’s hunt was (again) the perfect fall day. The air was crisp with the smell of apples and damp leaves, […]
Read MoreAs you can tell from these pages, I love to take photos when I’m hunting. I’m lucky that, for the most part, my horses are agreeable to the one-hand-on-the-reins method. Of course, hunting is unpredictable and this past weekend, I had a near miss that almost sent me flying. We were halfway through the hunt […]
Read More