Here is a beautiful picture of staff on a screaming run (note - staff don’t wear boots - we don’t pay them enough to afford them) :
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Here is a beautiful picture of staff on a screaming run (note - staff don’t wear boots - we don’t pay them enough to afford them) :
http://planetnomad.files.wordpress.com/2006/11/liz02.JPG[/QUOTE]
Apparently, you can’t afford hounds either. :lol:
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hessy35 - You can’t possibly think that story has any basis in reality. I mean, come on. It’s so bad I can smell it from here. :lol: I’ve even read language similar to that elsewhere. It’s not only a lie, it’s somewhat plagarized.
Trust me, this is not only a fabrication, I wouldn’t be surprised if I read it elsewhere. This isn’t a coincidence.[/QUOTE]
Haha - it was me being sarcastic… (sarcasm).
These are far more effective for our territory:
http://www.geocities.com/shadowsoftherainforest/GiantAnteater.gif
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Why were you in my closet??
Gimmie those back!![/quote]
Are you that woman we had to banish from the hunt because you were riding this:
http://www.worth1000.com/entries/84000/84465GLnk_w.jpg
You must be - otherwise, why would you have all that correct attire in your closet?
Love the hunt attire!
Count me in (if that’s the attire). But I’m too lazy to ride my own horse, can I have a group of half dressed macho men carry me on my satin bed mattress?
OK, but if you aren’t riding, you have to wear this:
http://kingdomofstyle.typepad.co.uk/my_weblog/images/2007/06/16/roman2.jpg
Welcome to the hunting forum :)!
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OK, but if you aren’t riding, you have to wear this:
http://kingdomofstyle.typepad.co.uk/my_weblog/images/2007/06/16/roman2.jpg[/QUOTE]
Consider it done! My boys and I will be there!:winkgrin:
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To throw around such terms as: moist, pulsating, raging storm, and add in some element of danger such as ravaging cayotees or wild cowboys with “black eyes and revenge written on their faces” …
now that would be a best seller! Lifetime network might even pick up the option to show it as a made for TV movie. :yes:[/QUOTE]
…and “throbbing manhood” [clapping hands in glee, and salivating]!!!:eek:
Hey where did you get my picture from??:winkgrin::lol:
For some reason I thought the OP was a he. But if OP is a she…we can change that easily enough. Instead of “ravishingly beautiful headstrong daughter” …make it…“rakishly handsome son, a former womanizer who is now ready to be domesticated by the plucky paralegal”
But the father still needs to die an a hunting accident. And the OP needs to somehow save the son. Maybe the son’s reins break and the OP gallops after his horse, leans over at a dead run and grabs the reins, bringing to horse to a stop. Before a ravine. I dunno, maybe too dramatic?
I guess in the spirt of good sportsmanship, we can only hope Tallboots is having half as much fun with this as the rest of us!
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For some reason I thought the OP was a he. But if OP is a she…we can change that easily enough. Instead of “ravishingly beautiful headstrong daughter” …make it…“rakishly handsome son, a former womanizer who is now ready to be domesticated by the plucky paralegal”
But the father still needs to die an a hunting accident. And the OP needs to somehow save the son. Maybe the son’s reins break and the OP gallops after his horse, leans over at a dead run and grabs the reins, bringing to horse to a stop. Before a ravine. I dunno, maybe too dramatic?[/QUOTE]
Oh now don’t get all Marnie on us! 
This movie can’t be cliche - this story is real and Oprah would buy it! I can just see her revisiting her own incident of being rebuffed by Hermes in Paris as they commiserate. A kleenex moment to be sure.
Then again the Lifetime movie (mind you with a cloned version of that on Oxygen, the other women’s network) we’d see unfold the sad tale of a beautiful woman rebuffed by the cold ways of the rich.
A woman of simple but honest means who financed her way through college as a stripper to put food on her elderly family’s table. Sling shot later in life, after the uglyness of the hunt having driven her to be the best businesswoman possible. In a twist of life she is now to be wealthy by marrying the MFH’s son and taking over the family seat.
In that final scene in the movie we’ll see our Erin Brockovich meets Posh Spice returning to the tack store where she had been admonished her for being poor when she tried to buy the Vogel boots. The same shop owned by that rude MFH and several members of the hunt work. There the viewers of this yarn will receive the ‘money-shot’ remark by her of “you work on commission, don’t you?” and with that she’ll show the many packages purchased at the other tackshop …
Then again you could just go other direction and make this fox-hunting version of Caddyshack 
Too bad the OP hasn’t joined our fun. I’ve sure had a nice break on a dreary day!
This OP’s story stinks so bad I could smell it all the way over in the Dressage Forum and had to come over and find out what the stink was all about.
Absolutely hilarous thread.
JMurray -
That’s the smell of mendacity. :lol:
I admit I am puzzled. Because I can’t figure out where I fit into the "gentlemanly"sport of foxhunting.
If a person wipes their nose on the sleeve of their Melton, does that make them a rich snob or working class?
Can rednecks foxhunt or are we restricted to NASCAR?
If going out to dinner means you kill and eat whatever is running around your back yard, are you still allowed to hang out at tailgates?
If you once had to go home early because the curb chain got hooked on your cheap britches, they ripped, and your Wal-Mart underwear hung out, do they charge extra on your membership? Is there a stupid tax?
What if your draft cross cost less than a latte? Do you have to show people the bill of sale or do you make one up and call your horse a Warmblood?
I’m confused and it’s making my bosoms heave. :lol:
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JMurray -
If you once had to go home early because the curb chain got hooked on your cheap britches, they ripped, and your Wal-Mart underwear hung out, do they charge extra on your membership? Is there a stupid tax?
:lol:[/QUOTE]
I lol’d. Thanks, that was funny. Ya’ll are nuts. I want to foxhunt. :yes:
A tribute to “tallboots”
An obscure writer, whose works were enthusiastically devoured by C. S. Lewis, Aldous Huxley and Mark Twain, is the subject of a revival celebrating her status as the world’s worst novelist.
The heaving bosoms, trembling lips, quivering voices and clammy hands that inhabit the world created by Amanda McKittrick Ros won her many admirers among the literary elite.
Her novels provided the entertainment at gatherings of the Inklings, a group of Oxford dons including Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien who met from the 1930s to 1950s. They competed to see who could read her work aloud for longest before starting to laugh.
The Ros canon has since slid into obscurity and titles such as Irene Iddesleigh, Delina Delany and Helen Huddleston are out of print. But such is the quality of her prose that Ros’s unique contribution to literature is to be remembered at the forthcoming “Celebrate Literary Belfast” festival.
At the John Hewitt pub in Belfast, an Inklings-style Ros reading challenge will be re-created for the benefit of today’s literati. To borrow one of her own phrases, the festival organisers are in little doubt that Ros’s gift for “disturbing the bowels” is still as potent as ever.
“She alliterated obsessively,” said Frank Ormsby, the editor of Thine in Storm and Cabin, an anthology of her work. “Even if one has forgotten her work for a few years, you only have to read a few paragraphs and you find the smile broadening on your face. You begin to realise why her work had such an appeal.”
Festival-goers will be introduced to the joys of Irene Iddesleigh, her first novel — a melodrama of marriage doomed by unrequited love.
In it, Ros observes that “the trials of a tortured throng are naught when weighed in the balance of future anticipations”.
She continues: “The living sometimes learn the touchy tricks of the traitor, the tardy and the tempted; the dead have evaded the flighty earthy future, and form to swell the retinue of retired rights, the righteous school of the invisible and the rebellious roar of the raging nothing.”
Mark Twain elevated her to the same league as Julia A. Moore, the notoriously bad poetess known as the Sweet Singer of Michigan and the “Queen and Empress of the Hogwash Guild until now”.
Siegfried Sassoon and Anthony Powell were fans, as was Huxley, who wrote an essay on her bizarre usage, which included “sanctified measures of time” (Sunday), “globes of glare” (eyes), “bony supports” (legs), “southern necessary” (pants) and “globules of liquid lava” (sweat).
Ormsby said that Ros, born in Co Down in 1860, was a terrible snob.
“She had the absolute seriousness of someone who is terminally deluded,” he said.
A social climber, she changed her married name from Ross to Ros in a spurious attempt to link herself with the ancient family of de Ros, and she claimed that the McKittricks were descended from King Sitric of Denmark.
In fact, she was far from the “high-bred daughter of distinguished effeminacy” that she would have liked to have been. She was a school mistress, whose first husband, Andrew Ross, was the station master at Larne Harbour.
Perhaps not surprisingly, she had her critics – a species she disliked intensely. Her epithets for them included “clay-crabs of corruption” and “evil minded snapshots of spleen”.
Despite this, the critic D. B. Wyndham-Lewis generously judged Irene Iddesleigh a better book than Some Reactions of Colloidal Protozoids and The Chartered Accountants’ Year Book for 1926.
Confident of her talent, she said: “I expect that I will be talked about at the end of 1,000 years.”
