Of course all riders know the day will come for the last show, last hunt, maybe even the last ride or the last horse. Sunday, for me was the last fox hunt after 58 seasons --25 with Battle Creek Hunt.
Many reasons and many options: # 1 reason was the 90 min drive to and from the hunt club in the winter (Sept-April). About a year ago, I stopped looking forward to Sundays and the joy of the hunt. Instead, I began to dread the Saturday afternoon hook-up of the trailer and the constant watching the weather to decide if I actually could safely make the drive with my equine partner in the trailer. To arrive on time, I needed to be at the barn (in my backyard) by 6:00 AM --if everything went well, and the horse cooperated (he is a horse after all, I was on the road by 7:00 AM --still dark.
#2 reason was my horse’s age. My horse for the last 22 years has been W (yes, he has a monster-long name, but we just called him W). W whom I bought on the hunt field from another member, is now 28. On our last hunt Sunday, he felt like he was a 4-year-old. But he’s not. When the field master rode by and noticed how hot he looked (I don’t clip), I thanked her for a brilliant two hours with a wonderful pack, and excused myself for a long, slow ride back to the hunt club. W and I talked on the way (I talked, he listened) about first hunts, best hunts, brilliant jumps, and the one time I separated from him, falling into a huge snow drift making my fall only inches from his back! We remembered warm hunts, cold hunts, and rainy hunts. And some naughty behavior --especially the one time the first flight master and I (years ago I generally rode in his pocket to give him the occasional lead over a fence where his horse was sticky) --one day on the way back to the club, he wondered aloud if the Quarter Horse really could out run a Thoroughbred for 1/4 mile —gauntlet dropped --15 hh W did his breed proud as the OTTB the master rode tried valiantly to catch us – of course he did, but only after what must have been 1/2 mile --and forever after, when W came to t hat stretch of trail, he remembered and wanted to RUN --we never did again --but he never forgot.
Many things I could do: buy another hunt horse (nope, now have Bob another QH but he’s going to do Ranch Riding with me and cow work. Everything is closer and in the summer. If the opportunity presents itself, we will continue to compete in Mounted Archery. We have our first show in Ranch Riding May 9-11 —it will be my first ever Western Horse Show --excited about this! )
I could move closer to the hunt club --but again, nope. I am well set up here for my 4 horses and me. The “infrastructure” is in place: feed delivered, hay delivered, farrier, vet, even 9 neighbor kids who will help me when I need “something done.” I do not want to have another farm, nor do I want to board horses and live in a condo or apartment. Much of my horse joy comes from the daily chores and interaction with m’ boys.
And so today, I put away my hunt clothes: the cubbing outfit my ma bought me for my first hunt in 1968, complete with New Market boots and a Madras plaid jacket and rust breeches. They still fit and I wear them every cubbing season.
The first formal coat I made when I had enough $ to join the hunt club —it was a 16 page pattern (Jean Hardy) with (as I recall) 64 steps. But I did it and wore it for years --it still fits too, but I only wear it or wore it for Dressage shows --my kids all wore it to show and hunt.
The first heavy weight frock coat my dad bought me in 1980s —he took me to his tailor and had one made just for me with double lining! It was (and still is) a great coat --I wear it every winter.
The second heavier frock coat I had made for myself in the 1990s when my oldest daughter joined the hunt and started wearing my “old” frock when she hunted with me --that was a joyful moment --the first time she was allowed to pass me and take a fence when she earned her colors!
My boots --both pair nearly falling apart after so many years --yet both still take a shine! I have patent leather topped boots for wearing with my Shadbelly on formal hunts, and my plain field boots for dressage and less formal occasions. In truth, I only wore the New Markets, patent topped, and field boots a few times each season since the rubber winter Ice Riders were warmer and could be hosed off.
I put the Shadbelly away after the last Blessing of the Hounds --I had to have one and nothing fit me (tall). Every shad I tried did the oreo cookie thing where the white shirt blouses out over the belt under the vest points (grrr). So I sat down with my needle and made one --it took WEEKS and 6 hours of hand sewing AFTER the machine sewing. But it was a perfect fit! Two inches longer in the front, longer vest points (made in my hunt’s colors blue and gold) and right as I finished it, high waisted breeches showed up again so I was able to make my vest points and belt meet in the middle. Finally.
There are a few other things too --ladies wear hats at the brunch (helmet hair), and I had a pretty one. The hunt themed sweaters I wore after hunting. And my new-this-season canary colored breeches --hard to find, but so appropriate.
I am keeping all my hunt stuff for one year —I can guest hunt 4 times --might head up for The Blessing of the Hounds --and the guest hunt, and maybe the joint meet. And then there is the hunt ball . . .love that too.
If you read this far–thank you!
Cubbing outfit:
Shadbelly:
A cold morning:
Thanks for the memories!