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Trying to plot the boundaries of Virginia’s Hunts is like trying to lay out the boundaries of the Balkans after World War I.
Each country swears to their boarers, but when you match them up, no two agree.
Eleven Hunts ride the near-100-mile length of Virginia’s Piedmont, from the Potomac down to the Rapidan.
Each Hunt rides in a designated territory, confirmed by leases, maps, agreements, and letters, all tiled in Boston. Mass., at the headquarters of the Masters of Foxhounds Association of America.
All these Hunts, however, were established before 1928, and there were no uniform maps of the Virginia countryside until the first county highway maps came out in 1934. .. .
Thus, the boundaries are often cited in most general terms in Boston, usually mentioning landmarks akin to these, along the boundary of the Orange County and Old Dominion Hunts, run in 1924:
“Beginning at Joseph Turner's old store at Moreland, then up the road to Boot Anderson's Corner, then cross country to the top of Buck Mtn., then in a straight line by Rocky Ford to the new turnpike road below Chester's Gap in the Blue Ridge."
That one sentence covers 12 miles of boundary—12 of more than 1,000 miles that are now mapped for the first time.
Lord Fairfax’s Fault
It’s all Lord Fairfax’s fault. Of all the 5.3-million acres that he acquired in 1719, he picked the Piedmont—from Loudoun to Culpeper and Madison, and from Clarke to Fairfax and Prince William—as his fox-hunting country.
The good lord, you see, was single, and one of his favorite pastimes was to pursue the red foxes, descendants of English foxes imported to Marylands Eastern Shore in 1730. Sometimes the hunts would last for three and four days, beginning at his Greenway Court home and continuing across the Blue Ridge into Fauquier and Loudoun, with overnights at wellknown hostels—Rust's in Paris, The Maidstone in Rectortown and West's near Gilbert's Corner. Even in those gilded days, only a bachelor had the time. Thomas Lord Fairfax loved foxhunting so much that he named one of his manors
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