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Rappahannock Hunt
Opens On A Big Grej
by Mary Jamieson
On the bright, brisk Saturday of October 26, t h < Rappahannock Hunt convener for the opening meet of th« foxhunting season on the bi| sweeping lawn of Mr. and Mrs George E. Muth’s “Stonehaven”
It was that clear on this fin* morning. You could see all th< way from Woodville t< Sperryville; or, if you cared, yoi could see the very veins in th< leaves of those red dogwoods yellow poplars and tawnj hickories that clothe tin mountains behind the Muths sturdy fieldstone house. And i was that windy, you could hardly pick up the sound of th< huntsman's horn when he was ou of sight.
After a few cups of stroni Muth boullion and one paradi swing of the pack before th< ground supporters am wellwishers assembled to see u off, Billy Dodson, t hi Rappahannock Huntsman, sen the pack scrambling over a coo| and led them up a newly cut trai on Slaughter Mt. Tbe fielr followed the Joint-Masters, Jin Bill Fletcher and Jack DeBergh t< the top where we lost every las sound of the hounds, (and when Jim-Bill discovered the weirdes thing, a bat, clinging to Mi Stuart’s hunting jacket sleeve. I hissed and had a round blond* face like a human embryo. Aftei this shocking bit of nature study we had an invigorating frolii down off Slaughter, then a nice easy saunter halfway up the nex mountain, big, steep Fielding Happily we found the hounds and the hounds, happily, ha< found a hot track.
We sped to the mountain top checking to listen for hounc voices, when Jack shouted “Look ’ee there, will you!” ant pointed to a stout, glossy grej fox, lying on his belly, stretcher out flat on a thick ground spreat of dry leaves. We maneuverer horses around and caller directions so everyone could hav* a good view. The fox just laj there unconcerned for at least 1 or 3 minutes; then fttt, he bolte* away right through the horses.
All you-know-what brok<
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