2015 Spring Hunter Pace results

Thank you to all participants….the riders, the workers, ground crew and spectators. Our event would not have been as successful without your help. Congratulations to our winners:
Full Cry:
1st – Kathleen King, Jacque Franco, and Amy Burke
2nd – Sandra Dawson and Sue Migliore
3rd – Joy Watkins
4th – Becky Birnbaum and Meghan Custer
Second Flight:
1st – Maria Johnson and Mark Catron
2nd – Liz Taylor and Marty Szczur
3rd – Cheryl and Budd Riddle
4th – Meredith Peyton and Christine Mahoney
1st – Barbara Barrell and Kathleen Anderson
2nd – Karen Catron, Julia Scheibel, and Cameron Thomas
3rd – Elesteen Hager and Evelyn Mawacke
1st – Lynne Gebhard and Cate Albright
2nd – Jaimee Dolan and Tristin Lucas
3rd – Jane Gatewood and Brigid Albright
4th – Schuyler Hall and Harriet Albright
Again, congratulations to all the winners…..ribbons will be forthcoming shortly….

Master’s Report March 2015

The daffodils are up but two days ago we could see the snow swirling on the top of the mountains. By April 15, I figure the last of the frosts are over but this year, who knows?
If any of you are interested, I am judging the Maury River Hunter Trials this year, April 4, Saturday at the Virginia Horse Center. Schooling starts at 9 AM and the first class is that 10 AM. Not having a computer, I can’t tell you how to get the class list but there’s something there for everyone and I’m sure our foxhunting friends in The Valley will be there (Editor’s note: http://www.soareventing.com/index.php?option=com_registrationpro&Itemid=198&view=event&did=91)
Here’s how it works for you. Anything I judge, anywhere, anytime, that an Oak Ridge member rides in, I will be tougher on you. I expect impeccable turnout, I expect a sparkling horse with clean tack. As to what happens on any course, there are so many variables but I repeat, I will be tougher on you. Any ribbons you ever win when I am in the chair will be more than fairly won.
I have two reasons for this. I would never wish any contestant to think I favored my own. Secondly, I want people to see how proper Oak Ridge people are. As to our members, good manners and friendliness, I am never in doubt.
Next week we start the youngsters back in the arena. In prior years we gave hounds a month off but the mini Ice Age did give hounds more rest than usual, hence an earlier start.
We bid goodbye to our beloved Allie, entered into 2006 and Vandal, entered into 2005. What good long years they enjoyed. As with most all our hounds, John walked into the kennels and they appeared to be asleep.
Both hounds hunted briefly closing high and Allie found the second fox, the one they put to ground in the big brush pile. Vandal was content to stick right by me. I’d look down, he’d look up. I recognize that not too many hunts would allow an older lady or gentleman to go out a bit, but we pick them up when they fall too far behind. They live for this and if they can keep up for an hour, why not? They are so happy and they make me happy. I rather hope what I reach that stage that like Vandal, you will humor me, a rider on each side to jolly me along. And if the Fates are kind, I, too, can fall eternally asleep after a good hunt.
Sisters and brothers, what’s the point of being alive if you don’t grab mane and kick on?

Up and Over,
Rita Mae

Found the full title of the book on quantum biology which is published by Bantam Books. “Life on the Edge: The Coming of Age of Quantum Biology” by Jim Al-Khalili and John Joe McFadden, Bantam 368 pages. I don’t have a price in dollars but it must be around 40.
Also, for those of you who like fiction, this is the bicentennial of Anthony Trollope’s birth so I’m sure there will be new releases, etc. Like Dickens and Surtees he could create living, breathing characters that stay with you. And like Surtees, he was a passionate fox hunter and by all accounts, a good one. Virginia Woolf said of Trollope that readers believe in the reality of his characters “as we do in the reality of our weekly bills”.
For those of you fascinated by Virginia Woolf, there is a new book out on her and her sister, Vanessa. Haven’t read it. Perhaps some of you have.
I pass these things on because who knows when you will be imprisoned by rains, winds, sleet, bands of pirates. (Do read the letters of St. Paul. What a drama queen. First I was set upon by pirates, then a great tempest blew up, once on land I was attacked by thieves, etc. etc. I do think it possible to be a good Christian and a critical reader, although I do better on one side of that equation than the other.
Ever and Always,

Now’s the time to air out coats and vests before putting them up. Clean your boots and stuff them with newspapers or trees, if you have them.
For those of you wanting to add bespoke clothing to your wardrobe, this is the time to be measured for cubbing. The cutoff date for Opening Hunt is about mid-August, cubbing mid-July, at the latest.
Dee Phillips and I stopped by LK design in Richmond to look at fabrics and chat. The owner and designer, Lilya, (hope I spelled that correctly) is good company. Dee, Mary Shriver, John Western, and Sara Bateman, all wear jackets made for them by LK. The prices are very reasonable and of course, the fit, is perfect.
She has many fabrics there but for the hunt jackets and vests, best you bring along an idea of what you want i.e. Tattersall for a vest, or white on white for the most formal type of vest. As for jacket fabrics, she has some gorgeous tweeds but you will want to consider weight, when you’ll be wearing a jacket, etc.
Do talk to the above-mentioned members who will give a positive referral, but then you’ve seen them, which is the acid test. Should you be interested: LK Design, LLC –    414 Libby Ave., Richmond, VA, 23226 – 804-282-3555. Be sure to mention that you are from Oak Ridge.

Now is also the time to order bespoke boots. You all know of Dehner, as well as Vogle. Mark Catron also knows of a bookmaker, should you want to ask him. If you order now, you will have your boots in time for cubbing.
Boots made expressly for you are not cheap but when you’re in the field for four hours or so, in all kinds of weather, it does make a difference.

The last hunt, cold, slick, Dodger the house mutt, who was old enough to vote, came along per usual. However, I had locked him up as he had a stroke. He knew how to unlock the door and walked all the way down to The Arena where John and Toot put him in the truck so he could participate.
He was there for Closing Hunt and so many of you gave him a treat. He had also been in the truck offering, I’m sure, advice to John and Toot.
He couldn’t get into the car after the Closing Hunt party so Maria Johnson helped me put him in. Easier with two as we didn’t hurt him plus he weighed more than you might think.
Like Vandal and Allie, he’s gone on. He knew more about hunting than most of us but was a gentleman and didn’t lord it over anyone except for Tally, the Jack Russell. Those of you keeping company with a Jack Russell understand.
I thank you for tolerating a cur dog in the field and ultimately, I suspect many of you got a kick out of them. He was always there; ready to go no matter how hard or far the hunt and he always came home to a bowl of crunchies, a big sleep in his bed with many cats snuggling up.

Master’s Report February 2015

     No two foxhunts are alike. You could hunt the same fixture, same first cast, repeatedly. The results would vary wildly. This test, this continuous chaos, appeals to a definite personality, one that accepts, enjoys, perhaps, uncertainty. You can only truly hunt if you remain alert especially if you’re staff.
     On the football field, no matter where or when you play, it’s always one hundred yards, goalpost to goalpost. You have four downs in which to travel ten yards, thereby gaining another first yard. The field is ever flat.
     Hunting, unlike other sports, demands a protocol, centuries old in its present form. Prior to that it’s thousands of years old but the basics remain the same. Once you throw your leg over your horse, that’s it. Anything goes.
     Foxhunting really is a way of life more than a sport. Over the years, foxhunting frames your life. You look at non-hunting experiences sometimes in a hunting context, a more demanding context. The credit for this shift in your perspective goes to the fox.
     Like you, the fox is a predator. You have the advantage of size. He or she has every other advantage. Even borrowing a horse’s speed, the fox can engage in broken running better than any multi-million dollar halfback and usually outrun you. If he can’t outrun you, he leaves you in the lurch by other means.
The fox’s ability to process temperature, wind speed, terrain, distance, sound, scent killers is incomparable. Furthermore, he knows who you are and he knows the difference between when you’re wearing hunt kit and when you’re not. Such extraordinary natural gifts helps to explain why no two hunts are alike.
     Here’s another reason why. This is my thought on same, others may dissent. It is in human nature to look for patterns. For example, at Tea-Time Farm, we have the “water trough fox”. If I cast that way, I might pick him up (he is a dog fox) or I might not. If we do pick him up, he often heads toward the large black feeder box, also used far too often by the black bear. This forces us to negotiate a steep descent affording him some time from the hounds and a lot more time from us. I think of this particular descent as the Velcro descent. On the odd occasion, our water trough fox does the reverse, crosses St. Thomas Equinus Road, dashes into the woods. There he can hop into a den which is close to the road or he can, and sometimes does, go down into the creek there, emerging when he feels like it. By the time hounds discover his scent, where he clambered out, he’s safely gone probably enjoying a leisurely return to his den.
     Trying to establish a pattern wastes time. What works in human interactions costs you with a fox. Drawing for the water trough fox means you must wipe out any preconceived notion because if you operate on that, you are wrong-footed even if for a moment and it only takes a moment for him to dust you.
     First, you have to adjust to the fact that no, he didn’t go down the Velcro descent and, no, he isn’t going to circle back to do that. Cumbersome, time consuming and you have to admit you’re wrong. Humans aren’t very adept at admitting their mistakes. While you’ve zigged, he’s zagged.
     A fox can change his game plan so swiftly and at what seems to be a right angle. He may possess an ego, but he never has to defend it. Nor does he care how he looks to other foxes, humans, hounds or horses. All of his resources are employed toward one goal: to end the chase when he so chooses.
     So the only way to really hunt a fox is to throw your hounds out there, and follow them with this exception: if you hear or see them turning back, stop, wait a moment. If they don’t, kick on. If they do, pray you haven’t already fouled the line or worse, risked turning your fox. Our territory causes enough delays. Pretty much you try to stay on even terms with your quarry, but he can cross a swamp far easier than you can, he can befuddle hounds for a bit by running along a fallen tree trunk or better yet, a fence line and if he’s a gray, he can always climb a tree. (Many think a red can do the same. I don’t know.) But the horseman is at a disadvantage in rough territory or muck. Even the hounds can struggle in heavy undergrowth or dreadful footing. You press on and do the best you can but really, we’re pretty easy to lose unless on big open meadows.
     Those of you who have hunted for years, know the statement that a fox can choose when to end the chase isn’t Disney thinking. Foxes are recognizable as are hounds. One might have a large head. Another might be slender but with a deep red coat. Grays are what old timers called “slab-sided reds” meaning they had red on them, usually a gray body with a black tip if they had a tip. For me, the distinguishing feature is the white tip: always a red. But you can know who you are chasing if you’ve seen him a few times. And if he’s bored or tired, he’ll hit the den immediately. How, I don’t always know. Fox are magicians and can simply vanish. It drives the hounds to utter distraction. Me, too. On other occasions, this same fellow might grant you a thrilling run for forty-five minutes. Why? Who knows?
     But I do know they must learn to do this. This is one of the reasons we’re careful during cubbing. We’re not only training young entry, we are hoping the young fox also learns. So far, they have.
     Back to a fox recognizing hunt kit. This is demonstrated often at Tea-Time. You’re wearing jeans doing chores. He watches and if I’m walking without the house dogs, I used to have a red fox who would shadow me. Sardine, the fox who had to have lived way over ten years old, and lived behind HQ, would sit and watch goings-on. The minute she saw me walking to the stable in hunt kit, she’d pop into her den. She was not a girl for Zumba.
     Many of you have had similar experiences or observations. When you tell non-foxhunters, they think you’re making it up, just like the incredible fall day a fox hopped a ride in the back of the late Posey Dent’s red Wagoneer with the back tailgate down. Actually, you couldn’t make that up. How we all screamed for Posey to stop, but she motored on and I expect her passenger took his leave when she braked at a cross roads. He certainly didn’t jump out before, as Posey could, and did boogie.
     These sightings, experiences, enrich you and also perhaps force you to consider the limitations of the human mind. We measure every other creature by our mental abilities. We are smart enough not to do this with our physical abilities. The reality is many animals can reason, can solve problems (hounds are great problem solvers) and can make a split second decision. No fiddling around. Many also have built-in intricate navigation systems. Others recognize themselves as individuals in the mirror. Most of the higher vertebrates are able to retain and respond to human language. They have their own languages, which use their bodies more than we do, but they also create different tones, utterances, etc. An interesting study, years back, proved that animals also know the difference between human languages. If a new human comes into their space, who speaks German as opposed to English, they know. As the fox is a canine, he will possess many of the abilities we find in our domesticated canines. What’s frustrating about all this is that for so many people, nothing is real unless a scientist proves same with a study. I always wonder about the control group myself. Those of us born with animals, raised with animals are accused of anthropomorphizing. I am not doing that. I freely admit that say, a fox, knows more in many areas than I do and, furthermore, has a brain that can process information at warp speed. I’m bumbling along at sixty miles an hour. Surely, you, too, are frustrated with other people’s inability to respect animal intelligence and linguistic abilities.
     As to linguistic abilities, it seems an understanding of “Whoa” comes and goes.
     All of this is for you to consider on a cold night. The more you study your quarry, the more you respect him.
     A brief example. On January 18, we hunted from Tea-Time Farm. The first run was ok but cut short by the fact that the fox crossed 611 and we did not have permission to hunt Foxden that day, which is exactly where he went. So I headed back to pick up a fox a two-couple splinter group had run. I did get the line, fading though it was. The fox had gone to the back of the kennels, which erupted. The sound filled one’s ears to the point where you couldn’t hear. It was so explosive for the kennel hounds were utterly wild, that staff had no idea where the hunting hounds were. Eventually, I did gather them behind the kennels. The fox was long gone and I was in muck. Instead of foiling his line, this fox used sound to get away. Pretty impressive. But then, that’s one of the reasons you’re out there.
     January 25, footing proved daunting at Cherry Hill. This provides a good example to review hunting etiquette.
     1. A Master’s feet are never to touch the ground.
     2. A Huntsman’s feet are never to touch the ground unless s/he so chooses to get into a difficult covert or to provide an extra boost to hounds that day.
     3. If a gentleman is present in First Flight, the Field Master may ask “gate, please” or he asks the Field Master for permission to dismount and open the gate.
     We had two closed gates, one stuck in the mud, and Jim Finn dismounted, opened same. For the second one, cattle in the pasture, he wisely remained at that gate while Sandra Dawson rode forward, crossed the creek to open the second. This was all properly and quietly accomplished.
     Jim, both times, remounted like a man in his thirties. How he does this, I don’t know, but he does it. John Western closed the gates.
     For the record, Jim and Kevin McKenna, two seasoned hunters, routinely perform this service. Both of them making it appear effortless.
     The basic rule is this task should first fall to a gentleman unless, for some reason, he is incapacitated. Some of you may see this as sexist, but foxhunting operates under the assumption that a gentleman looks after a lady. Really, I don’t see this as sexist. <en like being men and I owe, over the years, my ability to ride up to hounds to the services of gentlemen.
     Should a gentleman not be present in the field or say he is back in Third Flight, then this falls to the youngest woman in First Flight. We have young women still learning the protocol of the hunt field. Often this task is performed by Kathleen King, who is one year older than I am. She also has a perfect horse. Kim Eastep also is quick to get a gate. Then again, Kim is much younger than either Kathleen or myself.
     The moral of this tale, apart from admiration for our seemingly ageless and helpful gate volunteers is, if you are female, under fifty and reading this, practice. If you are under forty, practice more. If you are under thirty, we expect to see you remount in a single bound. Okay, maybe a step, then a hop.
     One other rule, someone stays back with the gate closer. When he remounts, you both move off.
VINCENT MIGLIORE – March 1, 1958 – January 17, 2015
     Saturday, January 24, 2015, many Oak Ridge Club members filled St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Glen Allen to say goodbye to Vinnie Migliore. The church was filled with people who came to bid farewell to a bright light.
     In America, we seem to measure success by outward trappings, especially money. Vinnie was successful by material standards, but his true success rested on deeper strata. He loved unconditionally. He spoke from the heart and he gave from the heart. He couldn’t turn a blind eye to suffering. If he could help, he did. It’s a wonder he didn’t wear himself out helping others. People would hear his voice and smile before they saw him. If Vinnie was around, everything would be all right.
     He lifted his glass to toast his good fortune and to toast yours. Best if it was Woodford Reserve and then we’d all toast life in general.
     Vinnie didn’t talk about Christianity. He practiced it. Through his works ye shall know him. And we did.
     He was so handsome and a good athlete. That and his warm personality attracted women. And yes, he did marry a beautiful woman, as one would expect, but Sue was/is so intelligent. She could keep up with him. He had the great sense to marry a true life partner, someone who loved him enough to bring the best out of him. They brought the best out of one another. This vibrant and abiding love brought forth a daughter, Alyssa, who took the best of both.
     His daughter delivered his eulogy, a testimony to the man, a testimony to why a father’s love is critically important to his children. Those of us privileged to hear Alyssa, voice steady, will ever remember what she said and how she said it.
     And we will ever remember this buoyant, exuberant, lovable and loving man. To that end we publish Vinnie’s List of Guiding Principles. His own words are a better tribute than anything I can write.
     In Sympathy,
     Rita Mae Brown
Vinnie’s List of Guiding Principles:
1.  Always do the right thing.
2.  Live each day with courage.
3. Take pride in your work, and always work hard.
4.  Always finish what you start.
5.  Do what has to be done.
6.  Be tough, but fair.
7.  When you make a promise, keep it.
8.  Be prompt; always be on time.
9.  Talk less and say more (learning to listen).
10. Remember that some things aren’t for sale.
11. Know where to draw the line.
      (By Vinnie Migliore 2015)
     After leading First Flight, through hateful mud at Cherry Hill, Priscilla Friedberg, joined by her tall son, Andrew, attacked the persistent problem we’ve endured at the eastern crossing of the main creek. They cut out the exposed roots and cut branches off the fallen tree trunk on the other side of the creek. As this is our only crossing except for the one straight down from where we park the trailers, this will be a great help to us.
     After that, these two walked all the way up to Lem’s Hideaway to cut branches, etc. off the tree across the path there. As that is a difficult, narrow passage, it’s now clear. We always have foxes at Lem’s Hideaway, if they choose to come out.
     Thank you to mother and son. If any of you have ever worked on tail clearing with Priscilla, you know why we call her “Chainsaw Momma”.

Master’s Report January 2015

     All men are created equal. All women are not. Our late neighbor, Mr. Jefferson, might be surprised at this statement. His relationship with women, starting with his mother, was, for lack of a better word, shifty. What a fascinating man, bristling with contradictions, a bit like members of Oak Ridge Hunt Club.
     I delight in your eccentricities, yours and my contradictions, your kindness and your sometimes raucous humor. Thank God. No one in this club will ever be bored.
     2015 awaits. Let’s tear it up!
     Rita Mae and The Hounds
     Studies vary on this but “Ducks Unlimited”, Jan./Feb. issue 2015, just published a report on retriever caloric needs in cold weather: 80% more calories per pound.
     Foxhounds, while swimming across rivers, creeks and ponds, perhaps need a bit less. However, they do need more for, like their gun dog brethren, they might be out four to five hours. While the gun dog sits a great deal of time, the foxhound keeps moving.
     The other accelerated need is water. Hounds need more water for their digestive system. While they drink during hunting, we always have plenty of fresh, clean water once back at the kennel.
     Our food bills shoot upwards in the winter, as does the electric bill. You don’t pay the electric bill but you do contribute to the food bill via your dues.
     Three factors have pumped up the bill: winter, a new feed, a few more hounds. We changed the food last year as Chestnut Hill altered their feed. I like to try things for one full year and we switched to a bigger commercial brand, more expensive but no hounds have lost weight. Yes, we have a few with very high metabolisms. We could stuff them three times a day, they will stay lean. Also, our M line doesn’t put on weight until their third year. A few of them are lean.
     John and Toot monitor the food before I get to it. Chestnut Hill had proven wonderful plus it was a Virginia company and we were doing business with friends. We didn’t want to switch foods but necessity drove us to it and the hounds look good.
     Much as you’d like a touch of fat on them in winter, that’s the time you can’t add a little lard. Fat is warming but right now, mid-season, the hounds have reached their true hunting condition. During the bitter cold we pick them up as soon as the hunt is over. Even in the party wagon, their body heat helps.
     No Oak Ridge hound has ever suffered from hypothermia or frostbite. Now that we have the tracking collars, as always, thanks to Stuart Jones, this worry is off our shoulders. We are always working toward perfection concerning hound care and altering feed due to the season is one of those special tasks.
     As the food bills are up, we must find homes for some older hounds and we have two Z youngsters, just coming on one year, that we could give to someone. This is a blood line that needs to prove itself and if it does, we still have enough young ones to go forward. Maria, John, Toot and I (and any other whipper-in so inclined) will make a list, post photos and perhaps some of you will be kind enough to give a friend a home.
     Mid-season. Can you believe it? The hound work has been excellent. The weather has not. There were days when we had four seasons in one day.
     For all that and deer season to boot, we continually pushed out foxes, lately traveling in pairs. While we have enjoyed a few long runs, mostly they’ve been short. The fox either goes to ground or we lost scent in the wind or rising heat. Perhaps the rising heat loss is over, so I look forward to those true winter runs.
     We returned to Cherry Hill since our encounter with Flower. Miss Henderson told us that Flower had been to the back porch. She swore she had never seen a skunk that big. Yes, we agreed. Hounds, whippers-in and myself are hoping that Flower will keep to himself for the remainder of the season.
     Maria has helped with the fixture card, I’m still making the landowner calls. Call the huntline. The wonderful experience of being Amtrack’s first writer-in-residence put me back and on my return I had but one week to get things together.
     I especially thank Kathleen King and Kim Eastep in giving me a day of their time to help deliver landowner Christmas gifts. This year it took four days and I have seven presents still outstanding. This is an important hunt club function and a delightful one.
     I also thank Karen and Mark Catron for feeding us on Christmas day when we finished that day’s run. Kathleen, Kim and I will ever remember our Christmas dinner.
     Hounds and I will see you in the hunt field.
     Rita Mae

Master’s Report

Flower’s First Hunt…..
     Sunday, November 23, 2014, hounds met at Cherry Hill at  9 AM.
     Overcast, chilly but not cold, the ground was dry but a hint of moisture played in the air. You could feel a front coming in. The question for hounds and I, would it come soon enough?
     Ten couple rolled down the farm road, poked around in the tobacco sheds, kept going. Allie veered into the pasture behind the second tobacco barn and a few hounds accompanied her. Others stayed to the left of the road. Lots of feathering but no opening.
     Down at the creek, the black coop to one’s right, the pack bounded across the creek and worked with more interest. Piper opened, then Allie opened and Orchid jumped in but remained quiet. Within minutes the pack crossed through the creek to the south side and kept working. The bank rises, is steep, there’s but one path up. Becky Birnbaum rode up to the crest and moved along while Maria Johnson pushed ahead of the creek path. Hounds worked up, came back and kept on for a half hour, moving ever eastwards. Allie almost ran out of the territory but she returned to the horn. There’s thick mountain laurel at the tight end of the creek before climbing the hill and everyone nosed around in there. A den, at the base of a tree, attracted attention but no action.
     Finally, we rode to the top of the hill, could see Variety Mills Road. Pack together again, although Allie was lagging. We rode along the woods’ path at the edge of the big meadow, down we returned to the creek.
     A light wind presented no problem but the dried leaves and hard ground made scenting difficult. I hunted back the way I came, I rarely do that, but I thought hounds and I might pick up a fox in the pasture where Allie nosed about. Tried the edge of that, by the creek. Nothing, up we went to the lovely top of that chunk of land, made a circle, came down by the coop, steep, and drew the feeder creek. There’s a den there and I hoped that nice red had taken a stroll. Hounds raced ahead. Well, this went on and on with the same result, a bit of boo hoo but no real music or run. And we did pick up some of the red’s scent in the woods behind Miss Henderson’s sheds.
     Trolling the pasture, all at once the pack exploded. Joyous music. My back was turned as hounds circled behind me, came in front of me, ran back and the music filled the air. People started yelling. Priscilla Friedberg led First Flight. Just as I trotted up, hounds coming straight for me, I spied a large black animal. We have black foxes at Cherry Hill, a moment of hope surged. “Was a black fox visiting our red fox a bit early?” Hounds bellowed then shut up. Not a peep.
     The quarry, a skunk, large enough to be a cocker spaniel, fired. The lead hounds rolled on the ground, eyes stinging and a wall of fragrance wafted over the pasture. The skunk, not at all worried, ambled to the red fox den and popped in. If the fox minded, he or she had sense enough to be a genial host.
     The tail hounds came up and backed off. However, Mocha, a first year entry, knew her job was to dig. In she went, butt up in the air, tail wagging. Not a good place to be. Had I gotten off to grab her stern and pull her out, we’d both receive another blast and worse, the pack would come to me.
     So, I did the sensible thing, I blew the four distinct notes and sure enough, the first whipper-in to appear was Maria. I made her do it while I led off the pack. Fortunately, she didn’t have to dismount as Mocha listened to her and did notice, once she stuck her head out of the den, that the long end of a thong dangled near, too near.
     Had Maria wished to take revenge, she could have hugged me once were back at the trailers. She restrained herself but both of us wore a light dash of eau de peu.
     Kept hunting, but the poor hounds could only smell those skunked the worst.
     While this was not our best hunt, it certainly will go down as an unforgettable one.
     At the tailgate, Miss Henderson on her ATV, we all toasted the skunk which Amy Burke dubbed Flower, for the skunk in “Bambi”. Let’s hope that was Flower’s first and last hunt.

Thanksgiving Hunt and Master’s Report

     The Weather Channel, using the American model and the European, gives two different forecasts for Wednesday, Nov. 26. The European model predicts snow for Wednesday.
     Given that this is Thanksgiving Eve, so many of you have big plans, lots of people under roof, let me make an early call.
     If it does snow, I will cancel Friday’s hunt and move our High Holy Day to next Sunday.
     As you must braid, see to guests, this will be more difficult if the weather is bad. Even if it clears for Friday, braiding wondering if you can trailer out for Friday morning seems an unnecessary stress.
     If the weather holds and the American model is correct, of course, we will hunt.
     Look for an early call Wednesday evening. 540-456-8787 Huntline
     The bad weather, if it comes, should not affect Saturday’s foot hunt. That call will also be on the Huntline by early Friday evening.
THE CHILDREN’S HUNT…..please park at The Run-In Shed
      Thanksgiving, the second High Holy Day, is our children’s hunt. A brief review of our modus operandi is in order.
     Thanksgiving Hunt begins with awarding of the hunt button and colors.
     After this happy occasion, Huntsman and staff take a handful of steady Eddies, the children follow. As some are on lead line, this isn’t a long walk, usually down to the polo field. After the kids have walked behind hounds, perhaps seen a fox, they return to the trailers.
     Then the adults walk, trot down to the Arena where the rest of the hounds await us and off we go.
     Should a fox appear when you are with the children, here’s the drill. Stand still. The Huntsman will stand still. The whippers-in will stay with the hounds. Parents, friends will turn the children back to the trailers. Once the Huntsman and the Field Master determine that moving off will not frighten the kids or set off their ponies, adults will go toward the hounds.
NOVEMBER 29, Waldingfield Beagles, 3 pm
     Eat too much? Run it off with the beagles at Tea Time Farm, meeting at the Upper Barn. If you have visitors, children, too, this is an excellent way to introduce them to hunting with hounds. People are on foot, can get close to the beagles, see the action.
     The beagles run much like foxhounds but the circles are smaller, the range of the game, rabbit, being smaller. The biggest difference between beagling and foxhunting is when beagling, you are hunting a prey animal. When foxhunting, you are hunting a predator.
     Actually, when beagling, you hunt what the fox hunts. It is instructive for those fox hunters who wish to learn more about their quarry, but most of all, it’s great fun. Better yet, no one will part company with their horse.
     Following the run, we celebrate with a tea.
     Hope to see you Saturday.
     Oak Ridge, vast and beautiful, always delights us as well as our guests. November 9 proved no exception. True to form the day became warm. When hounds were picked up we had various temperature readings from 68*F to 73*F.
     Sixty five to seventy five riders went out. The number is a bit shaky because some returned early. There were thirty car followers. Hard to believe but yes, thirty, and the breakfast hosted over two hundred and twenty people including Oak Ridge’s wonderful Hollands and other landowners, without whom we would enjoy no sport.
     We picked up two foxes but scent didn’t hold. We ended on a coyote and there again, scent didn’t hold. Dee Phillips, whipper-in viewed and the field saw some lovely hound work. Not much of a run though. Then again, would it be Opening Hunt without unseasonable warmth and spotty scent?
     Mark and Karen Catron won the Jean Beegle Award amidst much cheering. Their name, engraved on the silver platter, now follows eight or is it nine others? At any rate, it is a high honor and much deserved.
     Wayne Dawson won the Guess-the-Temperature-at-Noon award and promptly donated the monies to the hounds.
     I was thrilled because the hounds did the best they could in the circumstances and also for the very first time I was able to sample some of the over-the-top hunt breakfast. I actually managed to eat half a plate, a victory of sorts.
     The formal season is now upon us.
     Good Hunting,
     Always and Ever,
     Rita Mae

Master’s Report October 2014

Dear ORH Member,
     Cubbing started Friday, September 12th. Hounds opened in five minutes and never stopped until I picked them up two hours later. Each successive cub hunt was essentially the same story. All with multiple views until Friday, September 26 and Sunday, September 28. The heat came back on us, humidity so-so, but it slowed us down. For all that, hounds tried and tried, doing what was asked of them, even the first year entry.
     I am pleased with the hounds and await cooler weather. The people have been good, too. Everyone is hauling themselves out of bed in the darkness, tacking up, mounting up and riding full throttle until the last two hunts. Somehow it all works out and I am looking forward to a brilliant fall, foliage and hunting.
     We took a small draft from Warrenton Hun and another one and a half couple from Radnor Hunt. They’ve worked into the pack and are good citizens.
     We had many old hounds who pushed through the hard winter, but earned their retirement. Hence these two small drafts. Keswick and Deep Run have also offered a few hounds which will be a big help as our numbers plummeted. This is a testimony to our hound practices in that we can keep hounds hunting to a good old age, at least once a week if nothing else. What an assist that has been for our youngsters.
     Now with a young to middle aged pack, a few seniors out there, you have enjoyed the summer training which the older hounds put into them, as well as John, Toot, Maria, Sonia, Stuart and myself. Occasionally Mary Shriver could make it, but the core group was out there at 8 am every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Given our cubbing season so far, this has really paid off.
     The revitalization of the kennels, outfitting a stand alone wooden kennel with a gambrel roof up at the house, makes a big difference, too. Still need to insulate the gambrel kennel which was originally a basset kennel. For years I’ve tried to get that nice extra run fenced down at the Main kennel (we even have a donated trailer) but I haven’t been successful in the fund raising. So this will help us somewhat. The most important thing is it’s warm and tight.
     The goal has been to lower the electric costs, combat winter’s freezing of the water, as well as to provide plenty of recreation space. Bill Johnson will install our waterers and that, too, is a savings. As you know labor costs are a killer and Bill keeps coming through for us.
   The extra condo built by Wayne Dawson, Dave Pritchard, Bob Satterfield, Gib Stevenson, and Bill Johnson has proven to be a big favorite with the hounds in the large youngster run. If I forgot anyone on the building group, forgive me, tell me and I will correct my error.
     As we ramp up to another season, I think everyone has seen the improvements. Doesn’t mean there isn’t more to do. There always is but this summer has been a summer of progress.
     Thank you all.
     Up and Over,
     Rita Mae
COOKIES….we need more cookies…..
     Long lasting, no freeze waterers are modestly priced. Bill Johnson, as I said, will install them. They average about $250/waterer with one a double. We need eight. If anyone would like to donate one for the hounds, send a check to David.
     Lots of hound kisses to LIz Taylor, as they now have their own washing machine. The horses have their own washing machine, too, thanks to Mark and Karen Catron. Hounds have laundry, as do the horses, and this is a godsend.
     These demand a call usually two days before a hunt day due to harvesting, plowing for winter wheat, etc. And now deer season is upon us. This means we lose Carter’s land until January, 2015.
     This will be the first year that landowners may allow deer hunters to hunt on Sunday. Some will and some won’t. Right now, we don’t know what our various landowners will do. We know Miss Henderson will not allow any deer hunting at ant time, nor will Jim and Joan Klemic. Oak Ridge has a paying deer hunting club. We do not yet know if the Hollands will allow Sundaydeer hunting. We will tell you when we know. It may be possible, if Sundays are permitted, to hunt one quadrant of Oak Ridge while the deer hunters have the rest.
     This also holds for Gene Dixon’s lands. Some of those acres have paying hunt clubs.
     The new law has all of us scratching our heads, not just Oak Ridge.
     As always, we will hope for the best and support our landowners with whatever their decision. Always bear in mind, the deer hunters pay. We do not.
     Busy as Cat’s Hair,

2014 Fall Hunter Pace Results

A huge thank you to all the participants and workers in the Oak Ridge Hunter Pace yesterday. Winners were based on average time on course and those closest to average.
Full Cry (one entry):
1st – Priscilla Friedberg, Lynn Earnest, and Jim Finn
Second Flight:
1st – Liz Taylor and Marty Szczur
2nd – Emily Schilling, Eileen Lang, and Marie Slagle
3rd – Robin Ellis and Ashley Williams
4th – Louise Goodling, Julia Bayliss, and Rosie Purvis
1st – Jane Eckes and Robert Holmberg
2nd – Jane Andrews and Amelia McCulley
3rd – Beth Tyler and Tracy Ferguson
4th – Barbara Barrell, Liz Russell, and Kathleen Anderson
Junior (one entry):
1st – Martha Drum, Kelly VanScoter, and Trinity Mac Donald
Congratulations to all our winners…..ribbons will be forthcoming…..

Master’s Report July 2014

 22 July….on this day in 1793 Alexander Mackenzie reached the Pacific Ocean after crossing Canada over land

            Day 1, Year 1…Scent has bedeviled huntsmen since. For a human to understand scent is difficult given our minimal olfactory equipment. As is the case with humans, what we don’t understand, we create fanciful theories often declaimed at high volume or written with amusing self regard. Let me be clear, this is what I understand about fox scent:

  1. It is heavier than rabbit, lighter than coyote and always, always variable
  2. Books cite those areas of a fox’s body i.e. the pads, the glands near the anus, the fur itself as sources of scent. While the above may be true, it doesn’t address the nagging possibility a fox may be able to control his/her scent.
  3. Scent is stronger during mating season.
  4. The weather affects scent. The problem here is one hears rules such as when the earth exhales, scent is stronger. Sounds good and is good, yet I have been out on those overcast, earth breathing days and sometimes nothing. Other times, usually more often than not, a barnburner.

Each of you has been out on one of those supposedly bad days and run like blazes. Why?

            As I’ve mentioned, at least in talking with others, topography, soil, and subsoil, atmospheric conditions, plant species affect scent. I don’t always know why, but I know the soils next to rivers and creeks contain water underground, unless it’s all rock. Davis loam isn’t bad for scent and nothing is better than earth the color of chocolate ice cream. A bluff on one side of water with land below helps keep scent in one place longer. If you learn to read the land topography, it’s obvious yet again, think of the times you’ve had a great run over sun baked red clay. Maybe not as often as on moister soil, but still it has to make you wonder.

            My conclusion is that humans will never understand scent and I don’t think hounds do either, but they will find it long before we do.

            Here’s some stimulating research on scent. I cite verbatim a report in the discovery section of “The Manchester Guardian Weekly”, July 18, 2014. The heading is “Quantum effects exist in biology. In part: “If you were designing life from scratch, you’d probably want to avoid the vagaries of quantum theory. Quantum particles such as atoms and electrons do strange things. They can be in two different places at once or be affected by measurements performed on other particles. Surely such things could only be a hindrance to the smooth functioning of life’s processes?”

            That’s what Erwin Schrödinger said in 1944. Life, he decided had to be built on a scale that would bury all the weird quantum effects. But Schrödinger was wrong. Plants, for instance, use quantum theory to harvest energy from the sun.

            There are also hints that smell is a quantum sense. Our noses appear to work by sensing the natural vibration frequencies of the bonds between atoms and molecules. Those frequencies determine whether a smell receptor is switched on and sends a signal to the brain. The best explanation for experimental observations involves an electron using a phenomenon known as quantum uncertainty to tunnel through a seemingly impenetrable barrier. Essentially, it borrows energy from the universe to leap across an empty space in the smell receptors and triggers the brain’s sense of smell. As long as it returns the energy quickly enough, the electron can use as much as it needs. This “quantum tunneling” phenomenon is also at the heart of electronics.

            Reader, you and I have roughly 10 million scent receptors. A foxhound has at least 100 million and some studies declare 200 million. Can you imagine what this “quantum tunneling” (English spelling) means to them or in the hunt field?

            July 12, 2014 WSJ ran an article in their science section about skin cells’ sense of smell. Again, the experiments used humans exposed to a form of synthetic sandalwood. They posit that ORs (olfactory receptors) specialize in particular odor molecules. Sandalwood applied to skin cells stimulated calcium release and the researchers put forth the concept that additional scent receptors outside the body, and possibly even inside the body, help us survive or as WSJ quotes a scientist, “We have only just begun to identify the non-olfactory, ancestral function of ORs in epithelial biology.”

            For a huntsman or a foxhunter interested in hounds, such findings provoke more questions and no little excitement. Although hound skin is covered with fur, their noses and pads are not. At this point, I don’t know if any research on non-nasal canine ORs is in progress.

            However, I can tell you this: A hound’s pads absorb chemicals. Their sensitivity to insecticides, plant killers, exceeds our own and the cumulative effect over years does damage them internally. Whether it damages scent receptors, my hunch is, yes. Not only do they have the chemicals on their pads, the lingering effect of the often strong odors of these things harms noses.

            This is one reason we don’t bed down with cedar shavings. The odor, pleasant in a barn, would be equally pleasant in a kennel but unfortunately damaging. The late Jill Summers, MFH of Farmington was adamant about as little scent in a kennel as possible. No cedar shavings, no Pine Sol, use great care with flea and tick remedies, as well.

            I also cite Nancy Hannum, the late MFH of Mr. Stewart’s Cheshire Foxhounds, my grandfather, PopPop Harmon, his brother, Bob Harmon, kennel man at Green Spring Valley exercised extreme vigilance concerning any chemical or intrusive odor in or around the kennels. If the flea and tick population became bad, a little Sevin Dust would be lightly sprinkled on the beds, grudgingly. It worked. We use it as did PopPop and others.

            If we could afford the newly developed kibble with flea and tick retardant in the bite itself (one bite/day) or the dab one puts on the scruff of the neck, we would. But the liquid (small dosage as those of you who have used it know) application is $10 per canine per month. There is no way we can afford Frontline or other such remedies. As to the kibble, again, cost is a factor.

            If you’ve made it this far, I congratulate your interest. Our club seems to have more people actually interested in hounds, hound work, hound health than most which have a preponderance of run and jumpers. Actually, I’m just fine with run and jumpers for we all love to do it and anything that gets people out on the hunt field amidst all the beauty, I’m for it.

            As a sidelight, PopPop did not need to deal with pesticides, insecticides and weed killer as we do. He had to ward off a few commercial “killers” but not much.

            The intrusions on hound health were much less and less frequent than what we see today. This over reliance on chemical solutions makes sense when you realize that in my earliest youth, one could hire people to pull weeds. You only needed to pull a middle class salary to afford a gardener at least once a week. Those days are gone, never to return. And while a weed free yard, etc. looks great no one has any idea, no matter what the ads tell you, what will be the case forty years from now from the accumulation of the residue of these substances in the soils and in the water supply. We already know that drugs flushed down toilets are creating problems in reservoirs.

            I can’t protect you, or secure a clean future but I will protect the hounds as best I can. And I will continue to read, talk to other huntsmen, run down research.

            Will I ever understand scent? Probably not, but I’ll know more and more and as always, deepen my appreciation for the one creature that does understand scent if not quantum tunneling: the fox.

Up and Over,

Rita Mae