FARMING AND FOXHUNTING 



The other I have in mind is Mrs. Wendy Jones, 

 who came amongst us in the days of Col. Fuller 

 and still wipes the eyes of the younger generation 

 when a good fence presents itself 



A Few Memorable Hunts 



How many are my regrets for not keeping a hunt- 

 ing diary. I know men who do and it may be in 

 the near future we may get a full disclosure of the 

 valiant deeds in the Vale of White Horse. Major 

 Charles Briant does, I know, but then he will never 

 record how well he leads the van when opportunity 

 presents itself. 



It has never been my lot to participate in many 

 of the great runs, or so it seems to me. There are 

 days one gets on occasion which need no recording : 

 they live in the memory. These are the days when 

 your experience — or is it your cunning — which has 

 put you in for a favourable turn when hounds are 

 running, and then you just lead for a few brief 

 moments. No fences seem too big or ditches too 

 wide, but alas this is a fleeting moment and you 

 quickly find that a better man than yourself takes 

 the front rank, or is it that he too has taken a 

 favourable turn ? Well, it may be either, but my 

 point is : these are the moments which bring a sense 

 of satisfaction when the day is done. On the other 

 hand how unhappy and disagreeable is the man 

 when he gets home in the evening and reflects on 

 the day's sport. " Ah," he thinks to himself, " had 

 I taken that stiff fence I should have been better 



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