The red fox has been 

 clocked at 45 m.p.h. Action 

 photograph by L. M. Chase. 



There are probably as 

 many ways of hunting 

 fox as there are locali- 

 ties. The methods range 

 from putting on red coats 

 and shouting tally-ho to 

 just settin' and listenin' to hound music. It's all a matter of 

 terrain and temperament. 



In South Lyon, Doc and his friends have developed their own 

 method. They use Barney and Mike, several Fords, plenty of No. 

 2 shot, and their wits. 



The country around South Lyon is a fine jumble of swamps, 

 lakes, hills, and woods. When the glacier passed that way, thirty 

 or forty thousand years ago, it did a good job of sculpturing, 

 leaving plenty of game cover between the rolling fields. 



Crisscrossing this land is a pretty fair network of country roads 

 winding in and out between the woods and swamps handy 

 bridle paths for Fords. With Ritchie and his huntsmen, using 

 these roads to head off fox is a year-round proposition. They 

 hunt when the spirit moves, and it moves often. 

 It goes about like this: 



Around Friday night 

 somebody gets the urge, 

 probably because he saw 



^^_ ^^^^^ sing Martin- 



"mW^^HHI^B^^i dale Road late the eve- 

 ning before. Generally 



Jim Hatch releases the dogs, 

 Mike and Barney, at the creek 

 culvert, Kent Lake Road. 



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