The Hunting Year 



the day, gives the word for a covert a mile or 

 two away, where a fox is soon found, and gives 

 the field that gallop in the open for which they 

 have been longing. 



There is a great charm — a charm peculiarly 

 its own — about November hunting when 

 November is a good month, when the leaf has 

 got fairly off tree and hedge, when the going 

 is good, and when, as is generally the case in 

 November, there is a fair average of good days. 



The country looks lovely at times on a fine 

 November day; the grey sky, with the sun 

 shining behind it, as it were, giving beautiful 

 colour effects. Then in November, hunting 

 men, whether they hunt one day a week or six, 

 have got regularly into their stride. Every- 

 thing is to hand, there is as yet no great fear 

 of frost, and arrangements, so to speak, make 

 themselves. November is not the month in 

 which, as a rule, the run of the season takes 

 place. But in an ordinary November, the man 

 is unlucky indeed who does not see a fair 

 average of sport. 



Then again, November is the month in 

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