My DH brought home the McDuffie Progress last night because of the headline “Man dies after falling off horse”. Dr Lewis McCurdy of the Full Cry Hunt in AL came off and sustained “critcal neck injuries” Sat. when his horse “failed to make a turn”. He died on Monday. Very sad.
Fuller report here; http://www.foxhuntinglife.com/news/1-latest-news/408-dr-lewis-mccurdy-popular-alabama-foxhunter-dies-after-hunting-accident
I told my DH there were worse ways to die and he looked at me funny. I want to foxhunt some day and he probably thinks its tantamount to suicide…
So very sad.
LBR
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I told my DH there were worse ways to die and he looked at me funny. [/QUOTE]
I have to agree with you on that point.
He sounds about my age, early 60s. I’ll bet the land owner is worried about a lawsuit right now, inspite of any release papers signed.
How terribly sad. My condolences to his family.
The Last Fence
WHEN the last fence looms up, I am ready
And I hope when the rails of it crack
There’ll be nothing in front but the Master, The Huntsman, the Fox, and the Pack;
And I hope when fate bids me go under In this last of my manifold spills, That we’re riding the line of a hill fox With a half mile start to his hills.
I hope that last fence is a stiff one;
I hope, for the sake of our name,
They may say, ‘If the task was beyond them They both of them went at it game!’
And when the white girths flash above me,
And darkness comes down on the field, Let them carry me home on a hurdle As the Spartan went home on his shield.
And when I am out of the running
Let the good men go on with the pack;
I would not one comrade should falter,
I would not one friend should turn back;
And whether it be on the grass-land, The hill-side, the heath or the loam, Let the gallant ones keep going for’ward- The slow ones can carry me home.
Let them bury me down in the churchyard, But lay my good horse where he fell;
When the ditches are blind in the autumm Some friend may remember and tell,
While under the throng of the west wind
The day-nettle trembles and stirs:
‘Twas from here that a horseman undaunted Went Home in his boots and his spurs’
-Will Oglvie
That is a fantastic poem. Where did you find it?
I doubt that.
Amen.
My condolences to his family, friends and to the members of Full Cry and Belle Meade Hunts. Godspeed.
GODSPEED
He was my vet for many years, back when I was growing up in Huntsville, as well as a fellow horseman and friend. He was a kind, fun, wonderful person and will be greatly missed.
Katja
