HUNTING DAYS 



many years. He came to see me a short time ago. 

 He is very, very lame, so crippled with arthritis — 

 but alv^^ays cheerful. A very keen huntsman and 

 very good over any country. I remember one 

 day out with the Quorn we were drawing a covert 

 lying below where we all stood. I think someone 

 below thought he saw a fox go away and so he 

 gave a holloa. Anyhow, off went ** I key " down 

 the hill and jumped the gate at the bottom, but 

 hounds had not gone, so of course, he had to come 

 back. 



In 1911 there was a very good hunt from Badby 

 Wood. Lord Annaly and Frank Freeman were 

 having tremendous sport and I should like to 

 include this hunt by recording Frank Freeman's 

 own words. 



"It was in 1911 in March. That was the year 

 I killed one hundred and four brace of foxes, a 

 record for the Pytchley country. We'd met at 

 Daventry. There had been a lot of rain the night 

 before, but it was a fine but cold morning. It 

 must have been about twelve fifteen, just as I was 

 beginning to fear Badby Wood was blank, that 

 Ted Molyneux, who was my first whip then, 

 holloaed a fox away by the lodge over the Banbury 

 Road. He took the usual line out by Ryton Hill 

 right-hand round Arbury Hill pointing for 

 Staverton. Here a silly fellow holloaed in his face 

 and he turned back for Badby Wood, but could 



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