56 NEBRASKAland • OCTOBER 2016
Tally Ho!
To "view" is to actually see a coyote
or fox, which I finally did at closing
hunt last March. It was the perfect
ending to my first season with NHH.
Someone yelled "tally ho" and the
next thing I knew, the field master and
her horse bolted away. I looked up and
saw the most big, beautiful coyote.
And a split second later, realizing what
happened, my earnest pony, Harry
Potter, who is always looking for
any excuse to fly, shot after the field
master's horse like a rocket.
It was a drafty morning in March.
My eyes teared behind my Ray-Bans
while I held on for dear life as we
galloped into the wind across the cut
corn field. The air stung as it rushed
past my cheeks. The deafening sound
of the wind boomed inside my ears.
But the coyote just loped along,
unconcerned and almost teasing, as we
gained upon his heels, for the hounds
were running in a different direction,
chasing the trail of another scent. That
