Falling in love with fox hunting  was easy...

From the first moment as a child, I was captivated by these beautiful majestic animals.

The transition from just riding to the adventures of Fox Hunting began on an early November day.

Riding with friends for the first time, it was opening meet. Fast and furious, ol’ Renard gave the

hounds a great chase.

    The air was cool thru late morning still in mist.  A calm, still end for my first hunt season opener.  

Horses cooling down, packing up to load up, we all looked forward to the Governor's Breakfast that evening. All the laughs will be shared, the stories told from the day, a "fancy unexpected

dismount over a coup" to "spilling a favorite Port or whiskey onto yourself when the field takes off from a check". Oh...the bubbles to look forward to.

    As I loaded my horse on the trailer, I caught a glimpse of the beautiful dappled Gray. As they came closer I just saw  pure grace and elegance, it was poetry in motion.

‘a fine painting of a lady riding aside.’  

    Dressed emaculate in traditional habit, on her Irish bred Mare

still lathered with sweat, they couldn't be more perfect.

    We all enjoyed listening to the hounds sing and

the huntsman’s horn, up and down the line.

    All sharing the same passion, the thrill of it all.

Foxhunters come from all over to ride our beautiful Virginia

countryside to escape for a while modern day.

A world and time over again, a thousand years, we still hear the

songs of the hounds and call of the horn.  

A way of life, steeped in history and traditions, a treasured sport to be sure.  

    This beautiful, thrilling, heart pounding, crazy, exciting

horse and hound thing .                              

                                 xo sec

Horsefeather and Tweed,

Aiken, South Carolina