Ah, yes, I had a live-to-hunt kind of horse who, if he was in the pasture and heard a hunt going on nearby, would happily jump the fence and go find them.
And soon after moving to Utah, while out hacking one of my two Virginia veterans in the nearby foothills, we heard what were probably lion hounds in a kennel down below. He froze in staff horse position to wait to see which way we ought to be going. Took me a moment to persuade him that no, those weren’t ‘our’ hounds.
Now I’ll be curious to read how PP feels about the trail head NEXT time you go there!
