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NEBRASKAland October 2016

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Hounds By Jenny Nguyen called "the field," were dressed similarly, either in red or black coats, some decorated with special buttons and collars, depending on rank and gender. The field moved to the side to give the huntsman and the hounds the right of way. Carine gave me a quick pep talk before leaving me to her working student, who would be my guide for the duration of the hunt. Because it was my first hunt, I would ride with the gate group – a slower-paced group that requires no jumping. Carine, as field master, led first flight, the fastest-moving group that would follow the huntsman's and hounds' every move, and jump over any fences – called coops – as necessary. And with just two quick notes from his horn, huntsman and hounds moved off, signaling the beginning of the day's hunt. The field followed quietly behind at a respectful distance. It was a scene from a different decade – a different age. Whatever happened in the next three hours, it was going to be unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life. Better than Bleachers Most people don't realize that foxhunting is a spectator sport. Only one person does any hunting, and that's the huntsman and the hounds. Aside from the staff, a few specially appointed members who ride under the direction of the huntsman, the field's job is to basically watch the hounds work, and to stay out of their way as much as possible. It's like watching your favorite sport, but you're following the players on horseback. But, it's a lot more than that – foxhunting is not a leisurely trail ride. It is not a walk in the park. Foxhunting, in the best way that I can describe it, is heart-pounding, "Oh my, God – I'm going to die" controlled chaos, punctuated by breathtaking views of countryside, excellent camaraderie, awesome parties, and at the end of a long morning, truly learning the value of a brave and dependable horse. And after a time, when you finally get over the possibility of dying as you're flying at 40 miles per hour across PHOTO BY RICK WHEATLEY OCTOBER 2016 • NEBRASKAland 51

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