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BY PEKAY PETTUS
^1 STARTED foxhunting
I was about ten years old, in Rappahannock of course,” said Oliver Durant II. The former master of the Rappahannock Hunt and later, master of his own pack, the Hazelmere hounds, settled himself deep in a vinyl recliner chair. “And I can tell you, after these many years it’s still the finest sport there is.”
“Absolutely,” he emphasized. “I’ve hunted quail all my life, shot geese all my life. Turkeys, deer, squirrels, possums and coons. But give me the old fashioned foxhunt. Born in me, I guess.
“My first foxhunt was on a mule. My father wouldn’t let me ride a horse until I was much older. It was safe. That mule would never stumble and he could see a hole a mile away and go around that hole. Wouldn’t jump with me on his back, but we’d come to a fence and I’d get off and lead him over and I’d jump back on and he’d follow the hounds. Same as a dog would.
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