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(Continued from Page 1) Field often pled with M.F.H. Zeke Ferguson, “Please, no second fox, or we won’t have any horses left for opening meet!”
The Bear Hunt
Almost all of the 24 fixtures, from Oct. 30 to New Year’s Day, were worthy of diary entry, but two should be singled out-the Sept. 25 cubhunt from Tommy Eastham’s Rucker Farm. Hounds struck near the Jordan River and carried the track tenaciously, if in unorthodox fashion, for two hours. They ran a straighter line than any boar, stag or fox had ever laid, going through Marriott’s Fairfield and across Route 635 on to Rattlesnake Mountain.
When they crossed the county road,they went through the backyard of a little old lady who was picking up firewood. In a fury she ran to the phone and called Kay Pfaffman, her neighbor and wife of Jim, one of Old Dominion’s Hon. Whippers-in. “I’ll never go to my woodpile again without my gun. Never know when you’ll meet a dashed darned-blasted black ba’h! The big critter just loped off with 50 wild dogs tailin’ ’im!” Rumors flying around the countryside were relayed to confused Masters and Huntsmen at every check and road crossing. Next day when Glorious Gloria, our favorite den dog, was reported living it up on a porch glider up on Chester Gap, we knew the critter was a Front Royal BEAR,for certain.
The 14Vi Mile Hunt
The second that demands special mention, the New Year’s Hunt, when the stalwart Warrentonians came to join us, was a day we’ll all remember. Bright , shiny and crisp was the weather. A huge (for Old Dominion) jolly Field started from the Hume section, farm of Joseph and Bethann Barr. In 10 minutes the hounds struck a lightning-fast fox, no loops for him, he laid a distancecovering line right over the big open pastures through Smith’s place, into Windrush, across the Jordan River to Black Rock Farm, and finally down country to a high meadow one-half mile above the town of Flint Hill. There hounds had their first *• check in this 14Vi mile hunt, y
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