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coyote escaped into the trees, while
another appeared at the top of a hill,
gazing down upon us, out of reach.
Huntsman Dave Kruger called back
the hounds with a long, mournful note
from his horn. The field circled back
and took a break at the bottom of a
slope, exchanging swigs of warming
liquor from flasks that were kept safe
inside our coats. We laughed and talked
about how awesome that was, and as
we looked up – too late, we viewed
another coyote casually padding across
the landscape. Someone jokingly said
"tally ho!" But no one moved. We
just sat on our horses and admired the
animal as it disappeared beyond the
hill.
Blessings
Foxhunting is an adrenaline rush, a
drug, unlike anything else. It's cracking
good fun, and the thrill of the hunt just
becomes part of your blood.
It a sport of pride, guts and humility
– pride in honing your abilities as a
horseman, the guts to execute those
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Nancy Evans (left) of
Ashland, Nebraska, and
John Kruger and Mary
Lynn Forst of Arlington,
Nebraska, ride alongside
hounds in Persia, Iowa.
