This morning is evidence of why fox hunting is so interesting and why a fox is rarely ever caught. Munchkin and I were out with THH this morning. It started off in the thirties and was in the sixties when we came in.
At this fixture there is a fox that has a den at the end of a drainage just off the main road. So when we have been working from the trailer parking out, he tends to get to his den fairly quickly. Beth, our huntsman, had a plan. She was going to head out along the edge of the road and then hunt from the road towards the drainage. The idea was to get between the fox and his den.
At least, that was the plan.
She got the hounds in the drainage and they worked along the length of it. No sign of the fox. So we cut though the trees and cross the next field and on into another field. There was a dugout area that the hounds were milling around but they weren't really going anywhere. After a bit some hounds broke off and headed back into the tree line. That must have forced the fox out and it was viewed by the second flight.
The fox crossed the field we had just across and went back to his hole alongside the drainage. So it sounds good that we had run a fox to ground but in reality I think you'd have to call this a win for the fox.
After that it was warm and quiet. The only thing you can smell in the woods are dry leaves. At some point Munchkin and I went threw a briar patch. So when another member headed in, so did we.
For the day we covered about 5 miles.
ETA: After we went in early, hounds went on an hour+ run on a coyote despite the bad scenting conditions.
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