Okay, that was fun! Wow!
So here’s my report: please forgive my lack of correct terminology!
So I woke up at 2, 3, 4, and 5 am, afraid I’d overslept my alarm. Had everything laid out and ready to go, horse was thankfully quite clean already, managed to get my stock tie knotted close to properly (practiced last night).
Hacked over, found my friend, introduced myself around, etc. Everyone was very welcoming, and I was assigned to buddy up with one of the secretaries in 2nd flight.
Suddenly they opened a trailer and the hounds poured out among us. My dear mare stared and danced a bit, but thank God didn’t do react badly (I didn’t think she would, but I couldn’t be sure as it was our first experience!).
Then we were off through the farm. The hounds quickly ran into a series of corn fields, and we were off at a canter. Then waiting, then off again, then told to go down to the bottom of the field in case the coyote came out of the corn down there. Then the hounds came tearing out of that corn field and into another, and off we ran again. Then some more waiting, then down into the woods. The sound of the hounds and horn really is quite thrilling - a very primal sort of chill-inducing thrill!
At some point after a bit of this mad dashing around we intersected with the hilltoppers - I hadn’t realized there was a hilltopping group, too - apparently it depends on who shows up on a given day - and several 2nd flight people peeled off to join the hilltoppers, and I decided to take a break and do the same, as my mare and I were both a bit winded and over-excited (though she was not being disobedient at all - just a little worked up).
That was just the thing - so with the hilltoppers (and my buddy the secretary, who kindly stayed with me in the slower group) we ended up walking and trotting deep into the woods and down into a valley, and a couple of times got glimpses of the hounds, and some people saw the coyote, but I didn’t.
Then, against forecast, there was a clap of thunder and rain poured down! We stayed dry under the trees, but we couldn’t hear the hounds anymore! We worked our way along the river, which was challenging footing - lots of mud and brambles and low branches. I got tangled up at one point and could hardly get off the trail in time as some staff came cantering by going the other way. I got scolded and some tips on better technique for that maneuver, and was more careful to have a plan when we stopped in other cramped areas.
After some more time hacking around in the woods we met another rider who said the pack had split, and some hounds were lost, but the main group of hounds was up above us being brought back to the start, so we headed up out of the woods and valley at a canter (muddy! slick!) and back through several long fields where we caught up with the hounds and some other riders, and then walked and jogged back to the start. Someone passed a flask, which I belatedly realized probably has an etiquette for properly drinking from, but I don’t know what, and no one said anything…
So I had, I think, the perfect taste of foxhunting - a bit of chaos, a bit of excitement, some excellent exploring - plus I got to get soaked to the skin and met lots of wonderful, friendly folks. I was very proud of my mare for being so gallant and brave and polite in so much company and such new circumstances. She got a big handful of cookies when we got home.
I would do it again in a heartbeat!