Skippy, You would love it!
The hunt balls are given by the hunt as a highlight of the hunt season. They are usually paired with a major hunting occasion, such as opening meets, hunt week or the early steeplechase meets. Quite a few here use the time around Thanksgiving as guests come from around the world to hunt with us.
Think of going back in time in your mind’s eye. Think beautiful, big mansions with exquisite furnishings and paintings. Roaring fires in the fireplaces. Maybe something from one of those period English nobility tv shows…
Add amazing food, served by waiters, the tinkling of crystal wine glasses. A large dining room filled with round tables, covered in heavy linens, unique centerpieces and placecards at each setting. There is a large wooden dance floor and raised stage for the band.
During the cocktail hour, there is time to promenade, perusing the auction offerings. These are a major fundraising area for the hunt. You might need a new bronze sculpture or painting of your hunter. How about pearls or diamonds with a hunt themed pendent? Or maybe you would like to visit another hunt? There are many hunting caps (invitations that cover the fee to hunt). There are trips to vacation, or private lessons with great horsemen.
(Last year, Amwell Valley, in New Jersey, had lessons with different countries team riders in Dressage, Eventing, and Show Jumping. And the riders were there at the ball, keen to talk with everyone. Ceasar Parra is sooo much fun to party with, btw.)
There are small things, too. Offers to groom, braid or clean tack. Stable supplies. Clothes for the four or two legged family member. Great food and wine. The silent bidding continues through dinner.
The music is by a live band, playing from the beginning of appetizers to the wee hours of the morning. Virtually everyone dances. They are very fit from hunting, so the dance floor stays packed.
Sometimes during the band breaks, there will be hunt horn blowing and whip cracking contests to raise more money for the hound fund. These are hotly contested, by both ladies and gentlemen. I found the contrast of the elegant or alluringly dresses with the effort of whip cracking and horn blowing a classic oxymoron. (At Amwell Valley, the “Hot Tamale” bombshell won the competition! She was awesome.:D)
Since many guests come from other hunts, there is lots of visiting and making of new friends. Invitations to hunt/steeplechase/hunter trial are exchanged. Horse hunting is in full bloom, and contacts are made.
The next day, there maybe a late starting hunt. Riders may look a bit hung over, but soon the hounds find a fox and the field takes off in hot pursuit. At the check, I look around, and everyone is grinning ear to ear. Sheer Bliss!