This Week in...
Orange County Pimple Is Grand Champion at Bryn Maw
Making the case for line breeding from pre-potent bloodlines (Pg. 2)
Norfolk Hunt Dominant at New England
Wins breed championship in 3 rings plus Grand Champion of Show (Pg. 4)
First-Year Huntsman; A Lifetime in Training by Norman Fine
Randall Wiseman Carty “had a unique perspective on hounds.” (Pg. 6)
PP Hogan (1922-2005) by Dickie Power
Appointed Field Master at Scarteen to relieve pressure on hounds (Pg. 13)
Hal Barry, MFH (1940-2022)
The MFH who reshaped the Atlanta Skyline (Pg. 20)
Orange County Pimple Is Grand Champion at Bryn Mawr
By Norman Fine
Orange County Pimple 2019 / Karen Kandra photo
Orange County Pimple overcame the burden of her name to be judged Grand Champion of Show at the 2022 Bryn Mawr Hound Show held at the Radnor Hunt Club on Saturday, June 4, 2022.
First held in 1914, this is the oldest and longest-running hound show in North America. Hounds are shown in six rings: English Foxhounds, American Foxhounds, Crossbred Foxhounds, Penn-Marydel Foxhounds, Beagles, and Bassets.
Judges for the final Grand Champion Class were Charlotte Buttrick, ex-MFH, Farmington Hunt (VA), and Coleman Perrin, Ex-MFH, Deep Run Hunt (VA).
Orange County Pimple 2019 is by Piedmont Pilgrim 2016 ex Orange County Manic 2013. Pimple’s bloodlines on the top half (male side) of the pedigree are mostly American, with some Crossbred blood coming through the sire Pilgrim’s dam. The bottom half (female side) of Pimple’s pedigree is all American, her tale female line running through several generations of Keswick breeding.
Through the Crossbreds in her pedigree, Pimple goes back to Piedmont Watchman 1989, the famous American stallion hound that has thrown so many superb hunting hounds that win in the show ring as well. On the bottom half of Pimple’s pedigree, she goes back to a maternal great-grandfather, the ubiquitous Potomac Jefferson 2005―the MFHA Centennial Year National Grand Champion―who this year at earlier shows has already had two great-grand-something children judged grand champions and one judged reserve grand champion. (See earlier hound show reports.)
Both Watchman and Jefferson have proven by their successful get to be highly pre-potent and desirable forebears. As a measure of how desirable the genes of these two stallion hounds have been, Potomac Jefferson, whelped sixteen years ago, already has 100 offspring and 346 grandchildren. Watchman, whelped thirty-three years ago, has 135 offspring and 424 grandchildren. Those numbers of offspring and grandchildren are an order of magnitude greater than those of the average foxhound of their eras, proving their popularity at stud.
Blue Ridge Rashers 2021 / Karen Kandra photo
Blue Ridge Rashers 2021, a Crossbred dog hound, was judged Reserve Grand Champion at Bryn Mawr. Rashers is by Blue Ridge Rambler 2018 ex Blue Ridge Rowdy 2017. Sire Rambler is of Modern English parentage―Heythrop being the nearest―whereas dam Rowdy, a Crossbred, goes back on her dam’s side to all Old (traditionally-bred) English bloodlines such as Belvoir, and Brockelsby.
Blue Ridge huntsman Graham Buston likes the addition of Old English blood in his pack which he says adds drive―that burning desire to overtake the fox. Rashers’ sire, Blue Ridge Rambler was Grand Champion at Bryn Mawr in 2019.
Posted June 16, 2022
Norfolk Hunt Dominant at New England
By Norman Fine
Norfolk Mickey at the kennels in Massachusetts / Jennifer Rogers Farrin photo
At the New England Hound Show, held on May 22, 2022, foxhounds from the Norfolk Hunt (MA) walked off with the English, American, and Crossbred Championship trophies. In the Grand Championship Class which followed, with three Norfolk hounds of the four qualifiers competing, the odds prevailed, and Norfolk Mickey, an un-entered dog hound, was judged Best in Show.
Norfolk Mickey, by Princess Anne Wallace 2019 ex Princess Anne Midnight 2018, is one of a litter of fifteen pups whelped by Norfolk huntsman Steve Farrin on June 17, 2021.
“They all survived,” Farrin exclaimed, “but we had a secret ingredient―goat’s milk! My wife milked the goats and nursed the pups to supplement the dam’s milk.”
Farrin kept about half the litter and drafted the remaining half.
“The whole litter was level, active, and healthy,” said Farrin. “They were easy to handle on hound exercise, both on and off couples. Not one was shy. They were a joy to work with.”
Farrin has been surprised and pleased with how well hounds drafted from live hunts have taken to drag hunting.
“They seem to think about the line a bit more,” he said.
Norfolk Mickey, progeny of Hillsboro Sable 2013 on both sides of his pedigree / Jennifer Rogers Farrin photo
A Brilliant Breeding
Mickey is blessed with a Hillsboro bloodline on both sides of his pedigree―top and bottom―that is producing the very best hound both in the field and on the flags in recent years. Mickey’s tail-female grandmother and his paternal great-grandmothers are one and the same: Hillsboro Sable 2013. For anyone who hasn’t been paying attention, Hillsboro Hounds have established a corner on the silver market recently.
According to Orrin Ingram, MFH, Hillsboro Hounds (TN), most of the hounds shown by Hillsboro this season share the blood of Hillsboro Sable 2013. Hillsboro Wagtail, this year’s Grand Champion at the Southern Hound Show and Reserve Grand Champion at Virginia is a granddaughter of Sable. Hillsboro Walnut, last year’s Grand Champion at Virginia, is Sable’s daughter.
Sable 2013 is by Live Oak Farrier 2010, a Grand Champion at Virginia. Farrier’s littermate, Fable, was also a Grand Champion at Virginia. Sable’s dam was by Duke of Beaufort’s Bailey 2003. For nearly twenty years, Bailey has been considered one of England’s most influential stallion hounds.
Martin Scott, ex-MFH, Vale of the White Horse (UK), one of England’s leading breeders and judges of foxhounds, notes that Bailey’s male line goes back to Heythrop Busby 1996, another highly influential sire in his time, as well as to College Valley/North Northumberland Grafter 1989 from one of the most influential hill hound kennels in England. Busby is regarded as an outcross and valued highly for his work in the field.
With this litter of pups by Princess Anne Wallace out of Princess Anne Midnight, the Norfolk Hunt and those that received drafts from the litter with a double dose of Hillsboro Sable may well have a world-class pre-potent female breeding line to be protected, nurtured, and maintained.
Posted June 25, 2022
First-Year Huntsman; A Lifetime in Training
By Norman Fine
How to pass the horn: Fred Berry, MFH, Sedgefield, after 35 years as huntsman passes the horn to whipper-in Randall Wiseman Carty.
When the hunting season starts this fall, the Sedgefield Hunt (NC) will field a new huntsman. After thirty-five years carrying the horn, Fred Berry, MFH, has passed it on to a first-year professional huntsman, Randall Wiseman Carty. First-year notwithstanding, Ms. Carty will hardly be new to hounds or hunting.
Randall started hunting with Sedgefield at age nine and was a regular in the field by age twelve. At fourteen, she was plucked from the field and sent to ride up with one of the whippers-in. Two years after that, at sixteen, she was whipping-in on her own.
Last hunt of the season and last hunt for Randall as whipper-in. / Edward Haynes photo
But I had to wonder. In this age, when most foxhunters in North America go foxhunting primarily for the joy of riding their horse across the country, how did Randall come to decide that she could handle a pack of hounds in the field on her own? So I asked.
“I had a unique perspective on hounds,” Randall replied. As she continued, I realized what a dumb question that was...for this woman.
Border collie, Tack, gathers sheep for young Randall, circa 2005.
“I was training my own Corgie for obedience and agility trials when I was ten,” she explained. “I had a Border collie, too, and we did sheep trials.
Budweiser, a foxhound out at walk on the Wiseman farm, ran with the beagles and learned agility tests as well, circa 2011. / Lauren Giannini photo
“By the time I was in my teens, we would have a dozen foxhounds on the farm each summer between seasons. I got them ready for the hound shows. There was one hound, Budweiser, that was special, so I taught him to do most of the agility equipment, too.
Randall's first couple of beagles, Farmington Warren and Whisker / circa 2008
“I also put together a small pack of beagles―six couple or so. Forbes Reback and Sherry Buttrick, both Masters of Beagles at the Farmington Beagles in Virginia, gave me my first couple. My uncle Buck had the Clear Creek beagle pack in Kentucky, and he gave me more. After I got the pack hunting, I spent quite a bit of time hunting with Codie Hayes [huntsman, Golden’s Bridge Hounds (NY)] and with Lincoln Sadler’s beagle pack [huntsman, Moore County Hounds (NC)]. I was always involved in dog sports and always tuned in to hounds.
“Budweiser hunted with the beagles, too!”
Sedgefield staff, 1969. Randall's father, a whipper-in, is second from right.
Randall grew up on the family farm. Her mother was a dog trainer; her father hunted regularly with the Sedgefield and whipped-in during Fred Berry’s days in the field; and her dad’s mother ran a riding school. Randall and her husband, Clint Carty, have built a new kennel for the Sedgefield hounds on the farm.
Last season, the Sedgefield Masters―Fred Berry, Jan Sorrells, Richard Weintraub, and Martin Schlaeppi―sent Randall to visit other hunt kennels to see how other hunts, Masters, and huntsmen managed their individual establishments. In May 2022 she started the year-long MFHA Professional Development Program under the tutelage of former huntsman Andrew Barclay, the MFHA’s Director of Hunting. That’s a terrific program, initially implemented by Tony Leahy during his tenure as an MFHA director in which selected hunt staff members are enrolled for a year of exposure to other hunts and other huntsmen, are partnered with a mentor like Andrew, and given a small library of books on hunting and a stipend for travel.
Daughter Parker, 4, prepares to show Sedgefield PorkChop in the Young Handler's class at the Carolinas Hound Show.
On that day this year in early fall, when Randall mounts up to begin the new season, the hunting horn tucked firmly in her coat, none of it will be new to her. She has already been hunting the pack in seasons past for more than ten years, whenever asked by Fred. Now, Fred will whip-in to her. She has spent a lifetime preparing.
“I feel so blessed to have this opportunity at Sedgefield, and to have a dream-team of whips and the Masters’ support,” said huntsman Randall Wiseman Carty.
Posted June 21, 2022
Buck Carty, 2, walking hounds with his mother, the huntsman.
PP Hogan (1922-2005)
By Dickie Power
In Ireland, the early 1950s through the 1960s was an era of amateur Master/huntsmen―young men of some means―who took on a pack of hounds more as an avocation than a job," writes our correspondent, Dickie Power. He was fortunate to have hunted with many of them, such as Thady Ryan in Scarteen, Evan Williams in Tipperary, Lord Daresbury in Limerick, Capt. Harry Freeman-Jackson in Duhallow, Victor McCalmont in Kilkenny, Elsie Morgan in West Waterford, and PP Hogan in Avondhu. This centenary year of Hogan’s birth is an appropriate time to remember him―a legend of Irish foxhunting and point-to-point racing.
(L-R) PP Hogan with his friend Thady Ryan, Master and huntsman, Scarteeen Black and Tans (1956)
PP (Pat) Hogan was born in Ireland into a family of horse dealers, farmers, and huntsmen, with an odd Bishop thrown in. His great uncle was the sporting bishop of Limerick, who always encouraged his clergy to ride to hounds.
The Hogans were a well-to-do farming family, with farms dotted around east Limerick, then as now an area steeped in everything to do with the horse. PP rode almost before he could walk. He rode his first race at the age of twelve. In those days before health and safety reigned supreme, it was only a matter of months before he made the first of countless visits to the winner’s enclosure.
From the word go, his talent in the saddle shone like a sentinel while his academic achievements rarely got past the starting stalls. It was not long before he was much in demand, winning his first amateur rider championship in1942. It was just the start, and he was declared champion amateur no less than five times. In 1946, he won two bumpers on the great horse, Cottage Rake, for Vincent O’Brien, who was still training back home in Clashgannife in the heart of Duhallow country. Cottage Rake went on to win three consecutive Cheltenham Gold Cups with Aubrey Brabazon up.
While all this was happening, romance intervened, and PP married Maureen Gubbins of Kilfrush. She came from a family steeped in racing and hunting. Her great uncle had bred no less than two Derby winners, Galteemore and Ardpatrick, as well as hunting the County Limerick foxhounds. She was the only child and heiress to the rolling acres of Kilfrush and an inveterate foxhunter to boot. PP’s talent for training immediately shone, and Maureen was declared Leading Owner that year.
This was the start of an extraordinary odyssey of hunting, racing and particularly point-to-pointing.
Hunting was at least four or five days a week during the season. Monday and Thursday were reserved for Scarteen; Tuesday, Tipperary foxhounds with Evan Williams; Wednesday, Co Limerick in the wall country where horses were normally provide by Toby Daresbury from Clonshire; and Friday saw them in the cream of Co Limerick bank country around Athlacca/Bruree.
All the while, Kilfrush was run like a five-star hunting hotel for which there was no checkout. Sarah Hogan recalls people coming for dinner after hunting and leaving the following day while their hosts never quite discovered who they were. But along the way, they did have three daughters: Diana, Susan, and Sarah. The three girls, as you might expect, were never short of top-class ponies.
PP Hogan and his great hunter Half Moon / Frank Meads photon
Although they hunted with several packs, it was to Scarteen they bore allegiance. Thady Ryan said of PP, “No one could catch him across country. He and Half Moon would just disappear after hounds. What a horse Half Moon was. At one stage, the pressure on hounds was becoming too hard, and I took the bold step: I asked him to be Field Master!”
While Half Moon’s origins have been lost in the mist of time, his exploits jumping the black ditch in Dromin or wire palings have become the stuff of legend. PP himself recalled a day from Emly with hounds flying and he at least a field in front came to a pair of farm railway gates guarding the main Cork-to-Dublin line. He always carried keys, but before he could reach for them, Half Moon took off, landed, took two strides, and was gone over the second gate, leaving the field to get through as best they could.
All the visitors to Kilfrush weren’t anonymous freeloaders. Champion jockey Greville Starkey who rode two thousand winners and the Derby on the great Shirley Heights used to winter in Kilfrush with his two hunters, Thunder and Lightning. Barry Hill was a regular as was leading amateur and racing journalist Lord Oaksey. In later years in his autobiography, Lord Oaksey warmly remembered his days (and nights) in Kilfrush to be followed by exciting and sometimes disastrous days attempting to follow PP and the Tans over some of the best bank country God has created. For all that, PP, in retirement, speaking to this author was more than dismissive of the talents of the noble lord. While he was recalling those halcyon days, I asked PP how good was Oaksey.
“Well,” he replied after some thought, “he wasn’t much good when he came and little better when he left!” This didn’t stop Oaksey from being second on Carrickbeg (20/1) in the 1963 running of the Grand National!
Around this time, the Mastership of the Avondhu Foxhounds fell vacant upon the retirement of Rodney Mole. PP, who was hunting the Hospital Beagles, became Master and huntsman, setting an extraordinary three or four seasons in the history of the Avondhu in Fermoy. He augmented the pack with a good draft of Old English from his good friend Toby Daresbury in Co Limerick. With Johnny Rohan of Roh-Fab modular house-fame as his whipper-in, their opening meet in Fermoy was an uproarious success. He had all the young Turks out―his nephew Edward O’Grady (still a veterinary student), Mouse Morris, Greville Starkey, Barry Hills, Peter Magnier, and of course, his older brother John, riding the grey Stalbridge Colonist. Edward recalls the Magnier brothers as top-class men to cross the country always on the tail of hounds. At this stage, the future success of their now-international Coolmore Stud could only be looked on as the stuff of fantasy.
A remarkable run is still spoken of when hounds found a four o’clock fox near Glanworth, finishing in pitch dark on the edges of Kilfinane in far distant Scarteen country with just a handful of horses remaining. After three or four seasons, PP gave up the Avondhu Mastership but continued to hunt, particularly with the Tans.
During all this, PP had established himself as the uncrowned king of point-to-points and hunter chases. His first champion was Devon Breeze in 1965. He went on to have Fearless Fred―named with some irony after the Field Master of the Co Limerick (not noted as a thruster). Passed on to Fred Rimell, Fearless Fred won a Welsh Grand National.
With a new group of investors entering the bloodstock market, led by pools millionaire Robert Sangster and Coolmore, PP, who had an uncanny eye for what made a horse a champion, became their bloodstock adviser. This allowed PP a level of financial security. By then, he had moved back to Rathcannon, near Athlacca, which had been in the Hogan family for generations. Maureen had moved to an estate at Rathcormack near Fermoy.
It was in Rathcannon that his point-to-point career really took off. His horse, Any Crack, won five La Touche Cups at Punchestown and would have won more were he not so heavily penalised by the handicapper. His horse, Under Way, had a lifetime record of more than fifty race wins, and in 1985, the stable recorded forty-five wins. Over the 1980s, the stable recorded 265 point-to-point wins.
PP’s jockeys list looks like a Who’s Who, starting with Bill McLernon, Ted Walsh, Roger Hurley, Peter Greenall, Niall Madden, Tom Costello, Jr, and finishing with the peerless Enda Bolger. He arrived in 1981 from the Willie Mullins yard and completed a perfect round by marrying PP’s youngest daughter Sarah.
Enda now trains very successfully in nearby Howardstown, the first married home of a young JP and Noreen McManus. Enda recalls PP as a hard but fair taskmaster, not afraid to give candid comments on the young jockeys’ performances. On the schooling gallops in Rathcannon, after Enda would pull up on Ah Whist or Under Way, PP’s favoured comment to the young aspiring (and perspiring) future champion was, “Young fellow, if I had hands like that, I’d cut them off!” in these times it might sound harsh, but young Enda took the advice to heart and ended up as one of the great stylists in the saddle.
Speaking of JP McManus, there’s another racing fairy tale. JP is now the most prolific and successful owner that the world of national hunt racing has ever known. PP was his early mentor and supplied him with his early horses―Jack of Trumps and Bit of a Skit, both of which were trained by PP’s nephew Edward O’Grady, to name just a couple.
The list of stellar “apprentices” who passed through PP’s yard must also include Philip Purcell, Brendan Powell, Norman Williamson, and that inveterate hunting man, John Gleeson, now looked on as only second to Enda in producing cross-country horses.
But perhaps it was PP’s talents as a spotter for Vincent O’Brien and Robert Sangster that he will be best remembered in the world of the turf. It was PP who bought Arc winners Rheingold and Detroit. It was said the great Vincent O’Brien never made any major purchase without consulting PP for confirmation of his proposed purchase.
It could also be argued that it was Assert (by Be My Guest) that really set PP up. Asset was bought for Robert Sangster by PP in 1980 and went on to win the Prix du Jockey Club (the French Derby) before being syndicated for a rumoured $26 million.
PP’s share allowed him to keep and run these great horses right through their racing careers. Like Under Way, which in a commercial yard, would have had to be passed on.
Reaching the biblical age of three score and ten, PP began to wind down his training by degrees, which Enda took over. PP continued to hunt, but Thady Ryan, in his memoir, recalls taking a shortcut across country after a good day when PP jumped into a bottomless bog. When the horse was eventually retrieved, Thady asked his oldest hunting friend why he had jumped into the morass. “Thady, I just didn’t see it,” he said. Thady recalled with sadness that PP’s eyesight was failing.
I knew PP as a good friend and mentor, and while I was never of the calibre of his great jockeys, most of what I learned was on the gallops in Kilfrush. I was his last “apprentice” before his move to Rathcannon.
In his later years, I continued to visit him at Rathcannon. He was brilliantly looked after by Susan, who was unfailingly a generous host.
We would sit and reminisce on the great hunting days when the country was open, and long hunts were the order of the day. Inevitably the question had to be asked. “What was your best day in the field?”
He recalled a day from a Limerick meet in Athlacca with hounds being hunted by Hugh Robards. First draw was Howardstown, where hounds found and crossed the Morning Star seriously in flood after overnight rain. PP and the young whipper-in Martin Hurley from the Conna Harriers, without hesitation, swam the river. Hugh, sensing a split, took the field to the nearby bridge to stay with the main lot. PP and young Martin had their hounds to themselves for an epic hunt running from the covert in Dromin almost to Fedamore and back without a check.
“I was on Half Moon,” said PP, “and young Martin was riding at no weight at all, so we stayed with hounds, and the country was so open we only had to dismount once for a roadside gate.”
Alas, that was then, and this is now. If there is hunting in Elysian fields, I’ve no doubt PP is leading the field over a cracking bit of country and showing that the impossible looks easy in the hands of a master.
Posted June 19, 2022
Published with permission. This article was first published in The Irish Field June 3, 2022.
For your editor, reading these reminiscences by Dickie Power is a poignant trip back in time. He and his wife were there with these same legends in the late 1960s and early 1970s, and, good grief, but that was half a century ago.
Joan and I stayed with Thady and Anne Ryan in Co Limerick and hunted behind Thady and his hounds, PP Hogan, and Co Limerick huntsman Hugh Robards, all hunting figures in this story. In those years, the countryside was wide open to hunting, the hunting days were long, and Americans were loved. And all the wild tales told about these larger-than-life legends are true. Aboard the Irish horse, one embarks on adventures that would be considered impossible back home. Not to be believed. Once home, we could scarcely believe the things we saw and did on horseback ourselves.
To those who hang back from Irish hunting out of caution, I would sooner have twice the falls from a horse onto the soft Irish turf than a single fall onto our own unforgiving ground in North America. In fact, I tested that theory. And though Joan was usually in front of me, I never once saw her fall off. So, falls are not preordained. And you will meet plenty of your fellow Americans hunting there. ―Ed
Hal Barry, MFH (1940−2022)
Harold Vincent “Hal” Barry, MFH of the Bear Creek Hounds (GA), passed away at age eighty-two on May 31, 2022, at Piedmont Hospital in Newnan, Georgia.
His passing came on the day after the Virginia Foxhound Show, which had resumed after two years of cancellations due to the Covid pandemic. Hal was able to catch up with many of his foxhunting friends after the long separation, but sadly for the last time.
Hal grew up, one of three boys in a family of six children, in a small rural town in Iowa.
“I would have been a farmer if my father could have afforded more land,” he told me many years ago.
Instead, Hal went to college, took a summer job in construction as a carpenter, and got a taste for building. Eventually, he wound up in Atlanta developing commercial real estate.
The Barry Company reshaped the Atlanta skyline. One early project, the Allen Plaza, was the buzz of Atlanta. It was a planned downtown mixed-use development including three high-rise office buildings and a hotel/residential condo tower. Others followed.
“It’s the thrill of the chase both in development and foxhunting,” he once said. “You lose some, and you account for some. I’ve fallen from horses, and I’ve fallen in business, and I’ve been able to pick myself back up from both. It’s creative and thrilling.”
Hal and his wife Linda lived the Atlanta city life for years, playing tennis and running, but in 1981 he began having problems with his hips which curtailed both activities. Looking for something else to do, he set out to buy fifty acres out in the country and wound up buying six hundred acres. The couple began shooting and riding and received their first exposure to foxhunting in the mid-1980s. Linda hunted with both the Shakerag Hounds and the Midland Fox Hounds (GA), and Hal became intrigued by hunting, but from a distance.
In 1989 Hal had both hips replaced, took riding lessons, and six months later rode in his first hunt, in the first field, with the Midland Fox Hounds in their Fitzpatrick, Alabama country.
“I’ll never forget that day,” he said. “The morning, the crispness in the air, the beauty of the land, the hounds, the scarlet coats. I can’t remember hearing a hound speak, but the beauty of the thing got to me. I couldn’t leave it alone.”
Thus began a very special relationship with his mentor, Ben Hardaway. Barry opened country around his Moreland farm in Newnan, Georgia, and got Hardaway to bring hounds and hunt the country. Because it was unknown country to Hardaway, Hal found himself riding with Hardaway as a guide.
“I didn’t know anything about hounds and hound work, but riding in Ben’s back pocket, I realize that I had experienced a lifetime opportunity that left me hopelessly addicted to the cry of hounds,” Hal said.
His new interest in hounds led Hal to begin walking Midland puppies—as many as twenty to thirty puppies a year! He exercised them first on foot, then on horseback. He got himself a horn and schooled the puppies to come to the horn.
“It was more damn fun!” he said.
The next step was inevitable. Hal got some old hounds from Midland and began hunting them himself.
“I hounded Hardaway for more hounds,” he said.
Sometimes they worked for him, and sometimes they didn’t. He bred a bi*ch he had out of Midland Secret to a dog he had by Midland’s Faraday-Hardaway line from England. He produced two litters from these two exceptional tail lines. Soon Hal had twenty-five to thirty hounds—a respectable farmer’s pack—and he built a new kennel. The next time Midland came to hunt his country, Hardaway looked at the kennel and exclaimed, "Hal, I could put a hundred fifty hounds in there!”
Hardaway’s Joint-Master, Mason Lampton, also encouraged Hal. “Go for it,” Mason said. “Get Registered. We’ve got to give you the territory back.”
Then the injury. A horse went down with Hal, breaking a vertebra in his back. Hal had already become conscious of a growing conflict between the needs of the hounds for regular routine and the needs of his business for time and attention. Between the injury and the conflict, Hal gave serious thought to giving up the hounds.
Then MFHA Executive Director Dennis Foster told Hal about a young Welshman, Guy Cooper, then hunting hounds in Canada, who had the desire and a wife that rode like the wind, and who wanted to relocate. Hal invited Cooper to Georgia for a meeting, and a week later, they had an agreement. Some months later, in 2003, the Bear Creek Hounds were accepted by the MFHA as a Registered pack. In January 2005, the hunt was elevated to Recognized status.
In business, Hal was well known for his passion and love of real estate. He was the President and co-founder of several real estate brokerage/development companies in Atlanta, most notably, Portman Barry Investments and Barry Real Estate Companies. He quickly became known as one of the visionaries of real estate development and had a massive impact on the landscape all over the southeast. Hal's early successes included the financing of Perimeter Center, Cumberland Office Park, the John Portman's Peachtree Plaza Hotel and Merchandise Mart, the Georgia Pacific Building, Interstate North Office Park, and many Ritz Carlton hotels. Hal's development projects included over 4.5 million square feet of projects, including Northpark Town Center, Riverwood, and Allen Plaza in downtown Atlanta, and over thirty office buildings around the Southeast. The local real estate community is filled with former Barry employees who have become shining stars on their own merit. Each of them will attribute at least a part of their success to the mentoring and leadership of Hal Barry.
Hal was addicted to the "thrill of the chase," whether pursuing a new business venture or chasing his prey on horseback. "Tally-Ho!" he would scream whether he found a new business lead or viewed the fox. He loved the Theodore Roosevelt quote, "It’s not the critic that counts," and had it framed in his office as a strategic business reminder. Being the ultimate optimist, he was never going to be held back or told that he couldn't do something. He was a respected and determined business leader, the consummate husband, father, grandfather, and compassionate friend.
A memorial service was held on Monday, June 6, 2022, at Saint Mary Magdalene Catholic Church in Newnan, Georgia, followed by a service and reception for close friends and family at Bear Creek Farm.
In lieu of flowers, the family suggests donations to Bear Creek Hounds, 855 Bear Creek Road, Moreland, Georgia 30259, or Saint Mary Magdalene Catholic Church.
Condolences may be expressed online.
Posted June 26, 2022
Some of the above information and quotes attributed to Hal Barry were reproduced from his obituary in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.