My hunting trip to Ireland was EPIC! I cannot say enough how much I loved it and cannot wait to get back.
As mentioned above, we stayed in Adare at the Dunraven Arms hotel which is just about as nice as you could hope for. My room was lovely and the rate (~165 euro/night) included breakfast and dinner. Louis Murphy and staff were so accommodating and made sure our trip was memorable.
While we had originally planned to go out with those hunts I listed in my previous post, Louis advised of some changes based on fixtures and availability of horses. Since he does this for a living, we trusted him and went with whatever he recommended. We were not disappointed.
Our first hunt was with Co. Clare at Fanore, a beautiful village situated on the Galway Bay. Our hunt took place up the mountain side above Fanore, and then down below along the coast and through a patchwork of fields separated by stone walls. The day was unseasonably warm and sunny and quite honestly I thought Iâd die from sensory overload because it was just stunning. My horse, Jumble, was great. At first I thought his jumping style a bit unorthodox (he landed with his head way down, so I rode every wall like a drop fence) until I realize that smart boy was looking for stones that had fallen as preceding horses had knocked them loose. He was brave, sure-footed, and never missed beat even when we jumped a farm gate directly onto the road with a hard left turn then a hard right turn back up a stone bank into a field. We ended the day by swimming the horses out in the Galway Bay and then had hot whiskeys at the pub. At the end of the day, I pretty much proposed marriage to the horse and offered him a home in the US if he wanted it.
Our second hunt was with the Scarteen in Elton. Here was our first taste of ditch and bank country. I was nervous and popped a few Tums on the way. The pub wasnât open on a Tuesday morning, so I hit my flask a few times. Then, I met my horse - Rocky. He was a 16.2H gray Irish Draught, smartly turned out, and raring to go. This sensitive boy appreciated that I let him do the driving and tackled the ditches and banks like heâd done it forever (it was his second season hunting). He was probably the best-schooled and most finely tuned horse of the week. At one point my stirrup leather broke. I was able to pull him up easily and his owner, who was also riding, was right there to save the day. After a quick âpitâ I was back on and easily rejoined the field as they had reversed and came back our way. What luck! We also jumped a giant log (about Prelim height). On the way to it I prayed he knew how to jump actual things in addition to ditches and banks. Not to worry, he jumped great. It had a drop landing and some sticky footing on far side, but I stuck the landing and we went on for four hours. Never once did I feel like I couldnât handle what was in front of me. At the end of the day, I pretty much proposed marriage to the horse and offered him a home in the US if he wanted it.
Our third hunt was with the Tipps in Lismoylin. My horse for the day was Maxi Cob from Gowran Hunt Horses named Top Hat. Like Rocky, he was a pro and I learned later, quite the celebrity. He was fifth in the Maxi Cob division at the Dublin Show in â15 and one of their best horses (Thank you, Louis Murphy!) We got on famously as I employed my same strategy of letting him do the driving and I focused on staying out of his way and grabbing the Jaysus Strap as needed (his mane was hogged.) At one point, we had to jump onto a massive bank, push through thorny branches and off the other side (at least 6â drop). At the top of the bank, before the leap I saw the kid and pony before me had parted ways. Great. But I kicked on and hoped for the best. On the landing, I lost my stirrup, and was madly trying to recover it while Top Hat galloped on. I tried to pull him up to fix it, but he was like âdonât tell me how to live my life, lady.â So I quietly thanked No-Stirrup November for my ability to stay on while he galloped on. He stopped when we caught up to the field. This continued on for about four hours and then we were frozen and hacked in (the rest of the hunt went on for two more hours). At the end of the day, I pretty much proposed marriage to the horse and offered him a home in the US if he wanted it.
Our last day out was with Co. Limerick hunting at Athlacca. My horse for the day was Rambo. Like the others, he was a consummate professional who tackled all the double ditches, and drains like a rock star. Somewhere on the Tally Ho Facebook group page is a video from that hunt showing us jumping a crazy double ditch with one heck of a drop. We had every bit of weather that day from sun to rain and saw a beautiful rainbow as well. After five hours the hunt was over and we hacked in. We finished the day by swimming the horses in a creek. Honestly, that terrified me more than anything I jumped the whole week. What if Rambo decided to take a real swim? My phone! My boots! Ack. He was perfect of course. At the end, I asked the hireling how old Rambo was and he said âabout 9â. I checked his teeth. More like 19. I pretty much proposed marriage to the horse and offered him a home in the US if he wanted it.
As for the poster above (and many others) who express concerns about the crashes - I can tell you that I saw very, very little of that. But when a mishap does happen, everyone just gets up, gets on, and kicks on. Everyoneâs fine! Itâs part of it and youâre number is likely to come up. But if the horses were traumatized by it, they wouldnât do the job. And Iâm telling you, they do it with gusto. Same for the riders. Social media does NOT tell the entire story.
The biggest differences between hunting in the U.S. versus hunting in Ireland:
- At the checks, Americans break out a flask. The Irish break out a pack of cigarettes and light up. This stuff about Irish being big drinkers is nonsense. At least not in the hunt field.
- Americans tend to fuss over turn-out perfection (horse and rider). The Irish horses are smartly turned out, but they donât obsess over perfection. At the end of the day, your riding skills are what shine through.
- In Ireland, only staff carry hunt whips. They do all carry jockey whips though.
- I rarely observed anyone talking to their horses, patting them, or praising them. The horses have a job to do and theyâre not coddled. In the meantime, I was trying to offer mine snacks of my Clif bars and propose marriage to them.
- Way more men in the field than we have in the U.S. and theyâre all handsome.
- Many more riders with skull caps on. I overheard two gals discussing how they canât understand riders continuing to wear hunt caps. After four days of hunting, I agree.
I highly recommend hunting in Ireland. Iâm not a super star rider by any means. The highest level Iâve evented is Training and I have some tools in my toolbox, so to speak. Iâm in my mid-40âs and fairly athletic. Never once did I feel like I couldnât do it. It was different, so kind of scary, but the horses gave me confidence. And the Irish are some of the most incredibly kind and wonderful people Iâve ever met in my life. Laid back, friendly, fun and exceptional horsemen.
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