You go 2fat!!!
I had the wonderful good fortune to be introduced to hunting in Maryland, and the terrible misfortune to love it, but have no time or $$ for it (poor starving student). I managed to get out several times, always on a different horse, and always one that had never hunted. (Yes, I know…, but of course I didn’t then --I was just a dumb kid who would get on anything).
Your story reminded me of the benefits and dangers of hacking a horse to their first meet. I hacked my own horse to a meet. We rode on the fixture basically every day. We came out of the familiar woods, and my wonderful boy saw all those horses and hounds in HIS park and had a minor brain freeze. It was a rainy day, and the secretary saw us and started to walk over, but apparently looked like an alien in her Barbour, because my horse decided to rear. I think it is the only time he ever did that in his life. I was MORTIFIED. But he made up for it by behaving like a champ the rest of the day.
I have made it my still unrealized goal to find a career amenable to weekday hunting. Maybe since I am actually back to being a poor starving student, this will be the year…