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...Gretchen Pelham's Blog
The Southern Belle of North American Hunting, Mrs. Jean P. Derrick Remembering Jean Derrick, the long-time member of Belle Meade Hunt in Georgia and former MFH for two South Carolina foxhunts, Whisky Road and Edisto, who passed away on January 11, 2023. (Pg. 2)
Hunt Reports
Hound Trials in the Georgia Pines Here is an account from the guest huntsman (Steven Thomas) of the recent Performance Trail hosted by Belle Meade in Georgia. (Pg. 6)
An Education in Hunting Zig Zag Coyotes Any aspiring huntsman should read this account from Epp Wilson, MFH and Huntsman for Belle Meade Hunt in Georgia. It is truly an entertaining and educational insight into how a huntsman prepares for a hunt and what goes through his head during the day’s chase. (Pg. 10)
...Picture of the Week
A Flash of Red Douglas Lees caught sight of a gorgeous red fox while out with the Piedmont Fox Hounds at Over Creek Farm in Virginia. (Pg. 23)
...Fox Hunting News
“Thoughts on Foxhunting” Film 50th Anniversary Legendary foxhunters Melvin and Peggy Poe and the hounds of Orange County are featured in this famous 1972 production shown in Middleburg, Virginia for the 50th anniversary. (Pg. 26)
...Remembrance
Joe Scott Plummer, xMFH (1943-2022) Remembering Joe Scott Plummer, a popular joint Master of the Duke of Buccleuch’s Hunt (1981 – 2007). He once was quoted in an interview that foxhunting was “a very important glue” that brought everyone together “from dukes… to retired shepherds”. (Pg. 27)
The Southern Belle of North American Hunting, Mrs. Jean P. Derrick
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By Gretchen Pelham
xEleanor Hartwell, Professional Huntsman for Bridlespur Hunt, tribute to the late Jean Derrick. Artwork done in pen and ink with Copic markers.
Jean Derrick, the long-time member of Belle Meade Hunt in Georgia and former Master of Foxhounds for two South Carolina foxhunts, Whisky Road and Edisto, passed away on January 11, 2023, from injuries sustained from a fall in the hunt field.
Mrs. Jean P Derrick of Belle Meade Hunt. Photo by Gretchen Pelham.
Jean was a larger-than-life icon of foxhunting, known from coast to coast. To call her an ambassador for the sport of Riding To Hounds would not be hyperbole. Jean led Belle Meade Hunt’s First Flight for many years with great skill and eye-watering speed. She was a constant figure with the Performance Hound Trials, traveling to many of the Trials all over North America for several years as the official scorer.
Her high level of riding, the exemplary horse flesh she always rode, her impeccable turnout, and her extraordinary intelligence all pale to the sheer force of her passion for foxhunting. If one ever got to meet her just once, then she most assuredly made an impression that was never forgotten.
Jean touched so many lives at so many hunt clubs across the continent. There have been so many tributes to this Grande Dame of North American foxhunting that have popped up on social media in the last few days. Eleanor Hartwell, Professional Huntsman for Bridlespur Hunt in Illinois, did the beautiful artwork featured above of Jean just after hearing the news. I had intended to feature some of the tributes out of the multitude, but honestly, it’s a bit overwhelming. Instead, I will just give an account of how I knew this lady.
About a dozen years ago, my then-hunt, Tennessee Valley Hunt, started the now long-standing tradition of having a joint meet with Belle Meade down in Georgia. Jean kept a fabulous hunt box right next to the Belle Meade Kennels. To say that this house was impeccable and a veritable foxhunting museum was on par with Jean’s style. She hosted the TVH members one night and introduced us to Syllabub.
It was heavy cream with enough Brandy to put hair on your chest. My memory is a bit fuzzy on the details, as one can imagine. Jean served it out of an antique sterling silver tureen covered in hunt scenes, because of course she did. And after the delicious Syllabub ran out? Well, then it was Hot Buttered Rum in pewter cups. We treasured these parties each year and felt so special that she had chosen us.
After years of annual joint meets with Belle Meade and Jean’s parties, she and I traveled with ten other foxhunters from across the Southeast to drive over 10,000 miles in 30 days to hunt from Georgia to the Pacific Ocean to roll out the Western leg of the 2018’s Performance Hound Trials. We hunted with 13 hunts on this trip, and yes, it was a trip of a lifetime.
Jean’s obituary has not been released yet, but I was told that Jean had always wished to have her ashes spread in the hunt country that she loved in Georgia. The details for this are still to be determined. She is survived by her son, Trent, who is expecting his first child in two weeks. Jean was so excited to be a grandmother. (Update: Ms. Jean's ashes will be scattered over the Belle Meade Hunt country on February 17, 2023, as per her wishes).
Jean loved foxhunting with all of her soul, and honestly, I don’t think that it is crass to assume that this was the way she would have chosen to leave this earth. Riding to a crack pack of hounds, on her best horse, surrounded by her best friends. Kick on, Miss Jean.
Belle Meade Hunt's own Jean Derrick. Photo by Gretchen Pelham,
Allison Howell and Jean Derrick at the Belle Meade Hunt Ball - showing her love of life. Photo by Gretchen Pelham.
Originally published on January 14, 2023.
Hound Trials in the Georgia Pines
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By Steven Thomas, MFH and Huntsman to Ft. Leavenworth Hunt
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Belle Meade Hound Trials 2023. Photo by Allison Howell.
Here is an account from the guest huntsman of the recent Performance Trial hosted by Belle Meade in Georgia. There were nine packs that competed: Belle Meade Hunt (GA), Bridlespur Hunt (MO), Bull Run Hunt (VA), Goodwin Hounds (NC), Goshen Hounds (MD), Mill Creek Hunt (IL), Midland Fox Hounds (GA), Rolling Rock Hunt (PA), and Tennessee Valley Hunt (TN). Steven Thomas, MFH is the Huntsman for the Fort Leavenworth Hunt in Kansas and had the pleasure of being the guest huntsman of the combined pack. Read below to hear what this huntsman thought of the weekend.
Early Morning at the Belle Meade Hound Trials. Photo by Allison Howell.
The 2023 Belle Meade Performance Trial was a success by every measure possible! Nine packs sent twenty-two and a half couple of their best hounds to come together as a single unit and made their huntsmen and masters proud. Day one started with mixing the pack in the BMH kennel. They quickly settled together and, thanks to a lot of biscuits, made friends with the guest huntsman in short order. Then it was a quick hack to the first covert. The entire pack was very responsive to the voice and horn.
We drew an area known to contain deer to ensure that the pack was steady on any improper game and that there were no problems. We then moved on to a wonderfully dense covert, but there was an opening behind a beautiful field that allowed the judges and fields to watch hounds work and come together. After a bit of time with the cold line, hounds were put back into the covert and very quickly found what they were looking for. A symphony of sound followed and a fast and furious race to keep up with the pack. Eventually, the circle became tighter and finally halted, with a single voice signaling the end of the chase. Hounds that over-ran the line quickly came back and the bulk of the pack was together to get rewarded by a grateful huntsman.
Amanda Siegner with the combined pack at the Belle Meade Performance Hound Trials 2023. Photo by Allison Howell.
After a rest and water break, the next cast once again developed into a hot line that divided the pack. Since we had a fantastic crew of both mounted and road judges, the decision was made to let the judges score each group. Each pack was eventually stopped as they reached road boundaries. With plenty of scores and a second day ahead for hounds and horses, the decision was made to call the hunt.
Expectations were high for day two as cooler weather moved in but topping the first day was unlikely. There was a clear difference in the scenting as we cast into the first covert. Hounds were trying hard but with only intermittent openings they started casting themselves wider in order to find. So, with very little effort they were packed up and taken across the hardball to another of BMH’s beautiful coverts. It wasn’t long until they hit again and reproduced the prior day’s music! This time, the pack seemed to be on just one coyote but eventually front pulled far enough ahead that the decision was made to stop and collect those hounds falling behind. Horses and riders were hot and panting so staff held up the front, the hunt was called and everyone hacked back to Boots Hall to take a break and wait for the final results.
It was an honor to serve as the guest huntsman for this fabulous event. Congratulations to all the hunts who participated and a special thank you to everyone at the BMH hunt who made it possible. You truly are a family and this was an especially poignant time as you had just lost a treasured member, but I think we all felt we were still under her watchful eye (please see our tribute to the late Mrs. Jean Derrick here - The Southern Belle of North American Hunting).
The judges for the Belle Meade Hound Trials: Epp Wilson, MFH, Angela Murray, MFH, Nikki Merle-Smith, Rosie Merle-Smith, xMFH, Steven Thomas, MFH, Joel Merle-Smith, MFH, Jennifer Buckley, Dr. Gary Wilkes, MFH, Grosvenor Merle-Smith, xMFH, John Tabachka, and Ed Maxwell, MFH. Photo by Allison Howell.
By By Epp Wilson, MFH and Huntsman for Belle Meade Hunt (GA)
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Belle Meade Hunt after the Zig Zag Coyote run. Notice the high viz vests worn during deer season. Photo by Allison Howell.
“Do you know how to make sure you hunt on the best day of the season? It’s easy, you just have to hunt every hunt.”
Below is Epp Wilson’s hunt report of last week’s day of sport in Thomson, Georgia. Epp loves to check the weather data and game tables before each hunt. He has been studying what conditions effects scenting for decades, but he admits that he still hasn’t decoded it yet. Located in the deep south, Belle Meade is legendary for its coyote sport, and this day of hunting didn’t disappoint. They have a tradition of awarding Rough Rider points to all members who stay out for any run that lasts over 40 minutes. This hunt was an epic Rough Rider day. Continue to read for one of the best hunt reports you will ever read, and gain some pointers from one of the best huntsmen in North America. ***I have added a map from the GPS collars of their lead hounds at end.***
The Good Lord and Santa were both good to us Wednesday on the last hunt before Christmas. Very good.
Belle Meade Hunt hacking through the woods on a logging road. Photo by Gretchen Pelham.
Scenting Science
The conditions were overcast all day with the weather basically stable. The ground was wet from the 6/10” of rain that fell in the last 24 hours. More rain was forecasted until well after dark. The temperature was 46 degrees and was expected to hold steady. The wind chill was around 39 degrees, and the wind was coming from the southwest at around 8 mph. The sky cover was around 81% with the dew point around 35. The Game Table (on the app “Fishing and Hunting Solunar Time”) for the day was rated as high all day, with a “major” around 4 PM (Belle Meade usually has a meet time of 3 PM instead of the usual 10 AM for most hunt clubs).
Conditions appeared to make for good scenting conditions. Good scenting conditions are great as long as you find good game to run. If you can’t find the game, well, it almost doesn’t matter about the scenting conditions. I say almost – because it does matter in one way. Good scenting conditions make the hounds more interested in looking and trying to find good game.
How can you tell if conditions are good? Well, I don’t know of any guarantee. The problem is that you won’t know how good the scenting is until the run is over, not before the hunt. You know you have good scenting conditions when hounds can find and run good game – as in run ‘em hard and fast and long. Otherwise, it is all just speculation.
“You don’t know until you go.” That is what our good friend, Bill Smith, always said. In fact, the complete statement was, “You don’t know until you go. So, you just have to go.”
Hunting is a lot like fishing. Sometimes they are biting, and sometimes they ain’t.
Sometimes when scenting conditions appear to us humans to be good, they are actually bad. And sometimes when we think scenting will be bad (like on hot, dry days mid-summer during a drought) scenting turns out to be great. This keeps us humble and ever hopeful for that best day of the season.
Do you know how to make sure you hunt on the best day of the season? It’s easy, you just have to hunt every hunt.
Patience for the First Cast
As I left the kennels last Wednesday, we trotted across Race Track Field to the big pecan tree. I let the hounds play for a bit, then we went on to Peach Barn Woods for the first cast.
On the radio, I said, “Peach Barn Woods, then Palmetto Hill, then Clearcut behind Victoria’s, and we will play it by ear from there.”
We like to make our first cast or two in a place with open fields on both sides. This way we can hopefully get a view of what they are running quickly. We want to catch the hounds doing something right, of course. But, if the puppies are running a deer, then we want to stop them immediately.
The Peach Barn Woods covert is good, but we don’t find there enough to call it a true honey hole. So, I figured that by casting there, we would get the initial puppy exuberance out of the way and get down to some serious hunting as we drew on toward Palmetto Hill.
I was wrong. And I was glad to be wrong.
Hounds found within a minute of the cast. Well, one hound found. It was a voice unfamiliar to me; I couldn’t tell who it was. It wasn’t the familiar voice of our regular strike hounds: Colleen or Laramie – or even Paisley.
Ten, or twenty seconds went by. No one else spoke. I figured it might be a puppy on trash. The voice was high. It could have been any one of a dozen hounds. Some puppies; some older.
I looked for any old hounds to see what they were doing. If the good, old, honest hounds were honoring, then I would know that it was right. Good, acceptable game. All the hounds know all the other hounds’ voices, but I don’t. Wish I did, but I only know a few.
It was so thick I could only see one hound, Phideaux. He was honoring at a canter. Alert and focused. He was heading straight into the underbrush toward the speaking hound. That was a good sign, but he is only a second-season hound, so that was no guarantee that the line was good. He might have just been going to investigate.
The hound that was speaking was not speaking constantly. There was no, “La, la, la, la,” announcing to the world that he knew it was right and hot. It was like he was saying, “I think I have something good. Not completely sure. Y’all hounds come to help me figure it out.”
Thirty seconds had gone by. I still didn’t hear or see any old hounds honoring.
If an old hound smells it and doesn’t like it because it is trash – or if they know the voice to belong to a lying s.o.b. - that old hound will come to me and look me in the eye. That look that says, “Boss, that ain’t right. And I ain’t running it. I am being a good soldier. Don’t get mad at me, because I know you are about to get mad with that hound. And I am not part of that.”
The old hounds don’t lie to me.
That look – Sort of like, well, a lot like the look one’s spouse gives you when you are starting to tell a story they don’t want you to tell…
You know the look.
At that point, I always holler at the hound that is speaking, telling him to stop. If, on the other hand, I am hearing something suspicious – and I haven’t had any old hounds tell me one thing or the other, I will holler, “Gently! Gently, boys. Gently, now.” And continue to observe. Giving them the benefit of the doubt until further evidence proves them right or wrong.
Forty seconds had gone by, and still, no additional hounds are speaking.
But at 45 seconds, a second hound spoke. It was a deep voice. Ah, that’s better. I let out a long breath. I hadn’t realized that I had been holding my breath.
Then another deep voice. And another.
At about 60 seconds the rest of the pack was chiming in. This was definitely a good line. Now I could cheer them on with confidence.
Whipper-In Terry Cooper was on the north flank as usual and called over the radio, “Trash coming out of those woods headed toward Larry Knox’s house.” It is not unusual to flush deer when we are running good game. It is the duty of the whips to report it. Especially when the pack has not been settled on the line very long.
I responded, “These are the old dogs. I don’t think they are running the trash.”
After a few seconds, Terry radioed, “Hounds are not on the trash line. They are headed west. The trash went north.”
Then Nicole radioed, “Tally Ho coyote heading west across the trail from Orange Gap to the crossing. Big, fluffy, brown-grey coyote.”
GAME ON!!!
Coyote Zig Zags
OK boys and girls, this is what we saddle up for: a good running coyote on a good scenting day; in some of our best country; our fine pack of hounds; a Field full of family and friends; and a full contingent of staff consisting of road whips and horse-mounted whips. Yep, this should be good.
Hounds were in full cry and continuing west. But that direction didn’t last for long. Then it was north toward Palmetto Hill. Road whips were watching for the coyote to cross Wrightsboro Road. A clockwise circle was beginning to take shape, then the coyote continued east just south of Palmetto Deer Camp and toward Larry Knox’s house. Then south again to Lake Lawrence, to cross Major Kindersley’s Road toward the Brick Crossing. Continuing the clockwise circle, our coyote turned west across the Rhododendron trail to the clear-cut hill above Grand Canyon.
We expected the coyote to head on west as usual. Not today. He doubled back and came southeast toward Brick Crossing. Apparently, First Field and I turned him at the PSK corner marker. We didn’t see him, but the hounds checked hard there. Then picked their way back to the top of the hill above Grand Canyon. We were wondering if they were working the line heal as it wasn’t as hot as before.
Huntsman’s Classroom
Nothing will teach you to delegate better than a pack of hounds. As a huntsman, I have to delegate. Try as I might, I can’t smell the coyote or fox. I must depend upon the hounds. In fact, most of the time my most important job is to stay out of their way and try hard not to mess them up. When they lose completely, the pack will circle on their own to look and try all over where they last spoke on it. The old hounds know to do this. The young ones watch and wait for the older hounds to do the more deliberate work.
Once the old ones find it and get going again, the young ones race to the front and lead – until the quarry does another trick. Then it’s another pause. The youngsters let the older ones catch up and sort it out. Once sorted out, they are all off again.
Jeb Blount calls this area at the top of Grand Canyon the Bermuda Triangle for Coyotes. We cannot count how many times we have lost the line there. Usually, it is a good, hot line, then, POOF! The line vanishes. There is or was a huge pile of logging debris there, and more than once we figured the coyote went to ground in the pile. But we have never actually been able to find the den or hole and get the hounds to “mark” at the hole. They “mark” the den when they can smell him inside. They dig and howl and some will crawl in as far as they can or as far as they dare.
No digging or howling this day. Just deliberate hound work.
Master Ed on the radio, “We have a few hounds working back northeast across the Rhododendron Trail.” Ed has hunted these woods since he was a child hunting turkey and deer with his father. He has an incredible feel for the land and the hunt. I think he is part Indian, as he certainly has the skill set.
Terry Cooper on the radio, “Tally Ho coyote just south of Major Kindersley’s – heading north.” Hounds appeared to be working his line. We tried to hark them to the view, but most of them hit a line on the way and went due east toward the Dove Field.
Epp Wilson, MFH and Huntsman for Belle Meade Hunt. Photo by Gretchen Pelham.
More from the Huntsman’s Classroom
Four hounds were working toward Terry and his view, but they weren’t very hot – surprising since the view was so fresh. When they heard the others speaking loudly heading east, they harked to those hounds. We did, too. No sooner than we caught up with them the line played out. So, we harked them quickly back toward Terry’s view. This was a challenge as First and Second Field had been right behind me on the narrow trail. Now they were blocking the trail where I needed to go.
Traffic reverses are fine when there are only hounds that need to change direction, but this trail was only one bush hog wide. There wasn’t enough room for me to pass the Fields with the hounds. It is too likely for a hound to get kicked or stepped on.
“REVERSE!!! EVERYONE TURN AROUND AND REVERSE OUT!!! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!”
When I do a reverse on a trail with the hounds, I want and need the whole road. Not just one rut. Not 10 feet in width, or 16 feet, or 25 feet. I want the whole road.
We as a hunt could use some practice on this maneuver. Everyone needed to reverse in place and trot out of the way. No pokey pokey…
The field members naturally get “in the zone” to follow and hold hard when needed. We don’t often need them to reverse and completely clear the trail. So – after a bit of “confusement” among some of the members of the Field – they reversed in place and got out of the way. Then I brought the hounds forward.
Terry was doing what I ALWAYS ask the person viewing to do. He “took my hand and put it in the footprint of the coyote.”
Don’t point vaguely and say, “He went thataway” – and then canter away. Stay put, wait for me to get there with the hounds. Stand on the heel way of the line so that you can stop them if they pick it up going heel. Heel is in the wrong direction. Hounds understand getting stopped and turned around if they are going the wrong way. It is amazing how rarely they hit the line and try to take it heel. But it does happen. And we should ALWAYS be prepared for that.
There are more mistakes at views than anywhere else on the hunting day. Getting the hounds going in the right direction can make all the difference. A lost minute or 5 or 10, which is what it sometimes takes to get them turned around, can give the quarry a big head start. Those few short minutes can be enough for the game to elude the hounds completely or certainly make the hounds have to work more slowly and deliberately to follow the line. As the line has faded so much by then.
If the quarry is running and the hounds are walking the line, the quarry is getting further and further ahead – and the line is getting staler and staler – until the hounds can’t even follow it. What could have been a great run can turn into a blah, boo boo day. Where hounds boo a little here and boo a little there and never really get going.
Terry had us in the perfect position. Hounds picked up the line and worked it north over the top of Joe Cassidy Hill. Going down the north side of the hill they really got hot and roared across the stream and up into the Palmetto Hill young pines. The coyote continued to circle. Clockwise circles. Seemed like nearly all the circles were clockwise. Maybe he is right-handed and prefers the right lead…
The Sweet Spot
The coyote circled in the planted pines east of Palmetto Hill Trail and just south of Palmetto Deer Camp. John Lemmon described the circles well. “They were about the size of a round pen.” Maybe they were twice that size, but still very small, tight circles. The circles were so tight that I didn’t see how he never ran into the back of the pack.
We stood at the trail intersection, listening and watching. Alex was looking north up that trail. Wendell was looking east in the woods. And I was watching the trail to our west, the Palmetto Hill Connector trail. We didn’t see the coyote.
Hounds went east toward Larry Knox’s house. On the north flank, Terry was right with them. I held the Field back so we wouldn’t turn the coyote. The coyote was circling so much, we didn’t want to turn him or cross the line with the Field before the hounds go to it. The scent of 30 steaming horses and riders can make it hard for the hounds to follow a line.
We were hot and sweating despite the 46-degree temperature. I had unzipped my blaze orange vest and unbuttoned my hacking jacket. Glad to be sweating on a fine cold day on a good day behind fine hounds. There is nowhere else I would rather be.
The hound music was incredible. We sat still for several minutes with hounds in full cry and that most beautiful music this side of heaven echoing off every hill.
It reminded me of the good old days, hunting in Hardaway’s pocket. Amazed that any pack of hounds could do what they were doing.
It reminded me of other good old days – the days we ran grey foxes round and round at Sammy’s Stretch on Ridge Road. With John McNeill on Calhoun and Julie Dickson driving the old hunt truck like Mario Andretti.
These are good old days, too. We are so blessed to do this. To do it routinely. And to do it in the same country we have hunted for over 50 years!
Coyotes Aplenty
The coyote and hounds made at least two complete circles centered on Kindersley Road. When they headed toward Peach Barn Woods, I figured we had better go on with them since it appeared the coyote was moving on out of this section of the territory. Dr. Wilkes called on the radio, “Tally ho coyote crossing Wrightsboro Road from the Peach Barn Woods into Andy’s Pecan Grove.”
I asked, “Is it the hunted coyote?” A few seconds of silence passed while Gary listened to see if the pack was coming on the line. Then I heard, “Well, no. Must not be.”
Just then Terry viewed him crossing Kindersley Road heading back southwest. Again. All in all, Terry viewed the coyote six times.
No sooner than we got to the top of that long steep rocky hill and Major Kindersley’s Coop, the coyote was coming right toward us. He came southwest by Orange Gap and toward Brick Crossing. Continuing his pattern of clockwise circles, he turned west then northwest, right by Kindersley’s Coop.
Sharp-eyed Field Master Mike McCarthy held back hoping for a view. Hounds were getting closer and closer to his field of riders. Then, sure enough, Mike called Tally Ho on the coyote as he and others viewed him heading northwest. Hounds were in hot pursuit. The Field did a traffic reverse down the steep hill to the second crossing downstream of Lake Lawrence.
“Low Bridge” was called as we ducked under the tree hanging low across the creek crossing. Left toward Kenny’s Bridge, then left again toward Valley of the Spleen. Left again toward Larry Knox’s house. Then southeast up the long hill to the top of Joe Cassidy Hill.
Master Ed, Robert Alan, and Molly were at the fork of the trail. The coyote was going toward Valley of the Spleen. We laughed and said, “You go that way, and I will go this way. One of us will end up with the hounds.” Master Ed ended up with the hounds as he had guessed better than I did.
The rest of us caught back up with the pack shortly. Nicole was with the hounds at Galded Hill, aka Rougall Mountain. We figured they were going all the way to Quaker Road, so we galloped by the old mill site on Little Creek and up the long hill to the top of Wyatt’s Hill. We stopped to listen. I posted folks up and down Quaker Road to watch for the coyote to cross.
But we had overshot the line. Hounds had doubled back east, still running hard. They went past Brick Crossing again, running east toward Dove Field. Then northeast toward Orange Gap then into Peach Barn Woods, where we had originally found him.
Double Rough Rider
Hounds were starting to slow down and get scattered. We had been running for over an hour. It was already a Rough Rider Run, having lasted 40 minutes or longer. Twelve more minutes and it would be a Double Rough Rider. Surely, we could keep going for another 12 minutes.
I turned to Bob Fugate and asked him if he had his GPS going so we could see the track and pattern of the run. He smiled and said yes. Then I realized we had not been nearly as far as the hounds. I needed the map from the GPS collars to get the real story. I would get that from Robbi. And the band played on.
Leonard Loudermilk, “Tally ho coyote at Orange Gap heading southwest. And he is looking tired.” Hounds were working in two places nearby. We did not hark them to the view.
That coyote had given us a glorious day of sport. The best run of the season. As much as I wanted the hounds to catch him, for the good of the puppies – I wanted to run him another day. Many other days. Imagine the good scoring we would get if we found him on one of our Performance Trial days.
Hounds trailed and hit and missed for a little longer.
I asked, “Wendell is it time? Double RR yet?” No, we needed three more minutes.
A few hounds were still trying to figure out the line, and several drifted out to us in the corner of the field by Orange Gap.
I began to use my horn, just a little. Just enough to call in the hounds who were ready to quit, but not enough to try to stop those who were still working and trying. We were trying to squeeze the last ounce of sport out of the day – to make the 80 minutes and be a gosh for real Double Rough Rider.
Wendell and Jeb conferred looking very serious. “Time! 80 minutes.”
“WOOHOO!!” Rose from the Fields. There were probably 25 riders standing there listening, enjoying, and waiting. Ready for that announcement.
We did roll call. Three hounds in the truck. The rest of the pack was with us. All on.
The hounds’ GPS collars showed the pack had traveled 12 miles in a zig zag pattern. And it was all done on about 150 acres, which is very unusual for our hunt. This small area was very fun for the Fields as nearly everyone in every Field could hear most of it. This was the most like a grey fox run that I ever remember a coyote doing.
Belle Meade Hunt's awarded medals with an extra stirrup leather across the shoulder. Photo by Gretchen Pelham.
What an incredible day! What an incredible pack of hounds! What an incredible coyote.
Belle Meade's hound track from chasing the Zig Zag Coyote.
Now that, my friends, is the story of Belle Meade’s Zig Zag Coyote.
Merry Christmas to All and To All a Good Night!
Master Epp
Mollie Hall took a video of the Belle Meade hounds in full cry, running through the woods of Thomson, Georgia. Volume up!
Melvin Poe - image from the film, "Thoughts on Foxhunting".
The Friends of Emmanuel Episcopal Church Delaplane and Folkstreams.net will celebrate the 50th anniversary of the film "Thoughts on Foxhunting" with a special showing on Saturday, February 4, 2023, at 7 PM at the Middleburg Community Center in Middleburg, Virginia.
The event will premiere a new 4K high-definition scan of the original 16mm film.
The 1972 production by filmmakers Tom Davenport (Tom Davenport (filmmaker) - Wikipedia) and Harrison O’Connor was funded by the late Paul Mellon and the National Endowment for Humanities. Legendary foxhunters Melvin and Peggy Poe and the hounds of the Orange County Hunt near The Plains, Virginia are featured. The film provides a representation of the sport during the 1970s which includes the Poes working with and training the hounds, known as the “ringneck reds” near the kennels. The film features exciting chase scenes in an extremely challenging sport.
The narration is excerpted from Lord Peter Beckford's 18th-century classic "Thoughts on Hunting,” and edited and delivered by the late equestrian sports scholar, Alexander Mackay-Smith. The story opens with a rare kill scene of a grey fox. That scene has made the film controversial with some who fear repercussions from animal rights advocates who led the campaign to successfully ban fox hunting in the United Kingdom. Octogenarian filmmaker Tom Davenport will present the film and speak about how it was made.
Proceeds from the show will benefit the general operating fund for Emmanuel Church in Delaplane, Virginia.
Joe Scott Plummer was an Edinburgh investment firm chairman and a popular joint Master of the Duke of Buccleuch’s Hunt (1981 – 2007). He once was quoted in an interview that foxhunting was “a very important glue” that brought everyone together “from dukes… to retired shepherds”. He continued to hunt three days a week until this past April.
His legacy in foxhunting is that he helped draft the fox control protocol under which mounted hunts continued to operate in Scotland.*
Joe died peacefully after a short illness on 6th December 2022. Dearly beloved husband of Christine much loved father and stepfather of Charles, Annabel, Guy, Emma, and Lucinda, adored by all his grandchildren. Private burial followed by Thanksgiving Service at St Andrew’s Church, Kelso on Tuesday 20th December at 2 p.m.
*The Scottish government has introduced a new bill (to cancel out the existing protocols) that will limit the hunting of live game with hounds and ban trail hunting altogether within the borders of Scotland. This “Hunting with Dogs Bill”, expected to be voted on this coming spring, does have many loopholes and provisions for hunting with more than two hounds. This bill is a bit of a head-scratcher as there are so many exceptions to the ban that will allow hunt clubs to continue riding to hounds.
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