Why do you hunt?

I wrote a great post filled with facts and hard science and the computer ate it.

I’ll try a condensed version - though I’ll probably get in trouble anyway.

It’s not always helpful to compare predator hunting to prey hunting, though dogs/hounds are also used to hunt prey animals (deer included). So are falcons. All these methods are considered Fair Chase, even if a pack is used, as the odds are the quarry will always win. Earth isn’t stopped, escape routes are not cut off, etc.

The notion of a “pack” being unfair is usually formed by people who don’t fully understand how hounds are used for hunting (even many foxhunters). It’s also used by AR groups to assert that animal are chased many miles - and to exhaustion. That is grossly inaccurate, and there is plenty of science to prove it. (if you’re interested in reading huge studies full of graphs and charts and big words).:wink:

Wildlife biologists say it best. “The word, “chase”, should be considered a measure of the hound’s effort, not the distance the animal was chased.”

Meaning - even with the use of hounds it’s the human that is working the hardest. Second - the hounds work the hardest - with his nose. Third - the quarry. The odds are always on the quarry - regardless of species. Highly selective - and mimics the role of predators in an ecosystem.

Hunting by scent means the hounds are smelling where the quarry [I]was[I], not where the quarry is. The quarry is nowhere near where the hounds are cast. Not with any species that is hunted with hounds.

It’s also highly selective. Harvest data supports that assertion. With the use of hounds, harvest data is generally lower. Harvest data and research also shows that the houndsman is highly selective - which is in stark contrast to hunters with big game licenses.

The unfortunate result of bans on hunting with hounds are being felt a few years after a ban, as the populations of hunted species have become abnormal. Increased human/wildlife conflict, increased orphaning/abandonment of young, and aberrant behavior in young males. The problems are so bad that state governments have taken steps to reverse bans.

But there is a benefit to foxhunting that isn’t really obvious to the public. And that is that it is a nonlethal form of predator management. The public seems to want predators around, without thinking of the consequences to the people who live in proximity to them.

The result is that millions of dollars of taxpayer money (and private donations) are being used for livestock guardian dogs, visual and auditory deterrent programs, hiring houndsmen to train wildlife to avoid humans, etc.

But foxhunters provide that service - free. The hunter pays dues, pays for a hunting license - and yet takes nothing. The fox avoids places where humans go - avoids the barnyard - the coop, the back yard. The fox stays wild and eats its preferred diet- not chickens, lambs or kids (baby goats!)

Whether one hunts live or drag - we still face the same challenges. Lack of open space. Closing of private land (even in areas where state law releases landowners from liability). Lack of riding ability (no offense intended!) lack of time to devote to the club.

I’d rather focus on our similarities rather than our differences - as without open space hunting and fishing cannot occur at all. But with live hunting, one could point out the benefit to the landowner/farmer and the healthy and truly wild fox population as distinct differences.

As a farmer, I open my land to hunting, but I’m not completely altruistic. The hunter does provide a service to me as well - in the form of less crop/garden damage, fewer deer to spread Lyme, and less risk that I’ll hit a deer when I’m driving.

If I just let anyone run around on my land having fun at my expense… I’d have to think a bit harder about that. In the case of a coon hunter, foxhunter or bear hunter, I’d still allow it because it still provides some service to me and the ecosystem. Same with a waterfowl hunter or upland game. It’s not purely recreation.

Nothing against drag hunting at all - please don’t think that.

[QUOTE=Elghund2;3647752]
I’ve got a question about the laying of the scent for a drag hunt. Is it strictly done along the trails or do they somehow get the scent through the woods, thickets, etc. that a fox would normally use?[/QUOTE]

Our hunt attempts to lay the scent as closely as possible to the way that real prey would run, such as through the brush, over logs etc. Sometimes we will even pick it up for a little bit while laying it make the hounds have to look for it again. We even put the kill bags in places where a real fox would run, like holes in tree roots and such as that.
We also plan some of the drags in such a way that the field gets a nice view of the huntsman and the hounds running.
Most of the time our scent is laid from someone on horseback so we can do that more easily than someone on a 4 wheeler, although sometimes we have to do that if the horseback fox can’t make it.

[QUOTE=wanabe;3647120]
I don’t think the terms are used consistently.

Drag hunt: some mean a hunt in which the drag is done from horse or 4-wheeler and never stops

Drag hunt: some mean a hunt using artificial scent; there can be lots of stops and attempts to make the pace match that of a real fox

Both would be fine with me. Really, I hunt to ride, but at my age I need pauses.[/QUOTE]

a drag is a drag, it’s just different hunts do it different ways. In both examples you are laying a scent.

“Why do you hunt?”

A) For a chance to, occassionally, gasp – in awe – then shriek: “Tally Ho!!!”
B) For the breakfasts.
:o)

I can only count the # of times I’ve hunted on my hands, but I’ve been out with two live and two drag packs. I prefer live, but I do enjoy drag hunting enormously. It is very interesting to see the differences in styles between drag hunts. I think it would be fascinating to have a “drag contest” to see who can duplicate live the best! They don’t do this at hound shows or field trials, do they?

I’ve heard a lot about “hunt to ride” vs. “ride to hunt” when it comes to the live vs. drag debate. I think that more people in the States (including myself) tend to come into foxhunting with the former purpose, and there is nothing wrong with that. I didn’t even like dogs until I went hunting :lol: Now I really appreciate watching houndwork and the interaction between staff. I’ve seen more foxes in people’s yards than out hunting!

Hunter’s Rest- when are you visiting me in MA? We take “breakfast” seriously here :smiley:

[quote=Hunter’s Rest;3649095B) For the breakfasts.
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Oh yes! Can’t forget about breakfast/tea and the wonderful food, drink and commarderie that goes along with it. Our hunt does a “tea” (basically a nice lunch) because we usually are not done hunting until 12 or 1ish.

It really adds a wonderful element to the excitement of a day out hunting.

I have little to add that more eloquent members of the field have not already written, but I do want to applaud one and all for keeping this civil, for supplying thoughtful replies and offer facts and opinions rather than, well, you know.
i will say that given the choice, I prefer live hunting for so many of the reasons listed above but that if such were to be outlawed in the US, I would happily participate in drag hunts.

This discussion is timely for me. I have just started hunting, and I love it, but explaining to my family why an animal lover wants to chase and scare an animal is admittedly tough. I feel no compunction about chasing coyote as I do see them as vermin, but in my lifetime, I guess I haven’t viewed fox as vermin. It may just be that I am uneducated.

That would put me in the hunts to ride camp, but I enjoy the entire experience, riding out in new territory, watching the hounds work, the surprise of the live hunt, and the tea.

So thanks for the enlightenment folks, and to the brave OP for posing the question.

I’ve been hunting for twenty years. I have been out hundreds of times. Hunted with drag packs, live packs, basset packs and bear hounds. I honestly forget the number of different packs I have had the pleasure to be behind. I have a slightly different take on the drag vs. live discussion and a slightly different take on why I hunt.

On a crisp, autumn morning nature stands at attention. Foliage is in full bloom with brilliant reds and yellows. I rise from bed with a profound sense of anticipation. My heart beats a little quicker and with every pulse of blood through my veins the suspense of the day grows more and more intense. I walk outside and make my trip from the house to the kennel. It is a trip I make every day, but on the morning of a hunt there is a spring in my step and an excitement in my spirit that embodies all that I do. The hounds know that today is a hunting day. As they watch me approach from the windows of the kennel, the crescendo of cry echoes off the mountains and reverberates right back into me. It shakes every bone in my body and has the most pleasing effect on my soul.

I enter the kennel and there they all are, the hounds gather at my feet, big eyes looking up at me in anticipation, sterns wagging all around, heat rising from their bodies. Every face is happy, every face is excited. Their eyes are bright and every hound wants so dearly to please. I open the door to the draw room and select my pack for the day. My goal is to take every hound with me. Regrettably some puppies or injured hounds must stay behind. There are some who are not appropriate for that fixture for the day and they help to be the chaperones of the young ones who need to “hold down the fort”.

The diesel engine of the hound truck starts up and the draw room again erupts in cry. Excitement fills the air and a palpable feeling of anticipation consumes all of us. It is this moment that the titles of human and canine melt away. I am part of the pack, they are a part of me. I greet each one of them, bending to their level. I offer my words of wisdom and commence with the day’s pep talk. The hounds get wound and begin to coil up. You can see their bodies tighten with the excitement. In mass, they approach the gate of the draw room pushing against it, pulsing. The draw room opens and they all dart for the truck, piling in as feverishly as possible and assuming their respective spots on the bench in the bed of the truck.

At the meet, my horse snorts in excitement as his breath rises against the blue sky. All of the worries in your life disappear as you breathe deeply the smell of leather, creaking as you mount up. Adrenaline begins to pulse in your veins. You feel alive. The hounds know what is coming and they begin to bay. The door to the truck opens; the music from the horn calls the pack to me. Each hound runs over and encircles the horse. All of those big brown eyes are affixed on you just waiting to be released.

We begin our cast. Hounds darting in and out of the brush, covering fields with excitement and methodical precision. Then it happens, someone opens. The initial voice shoots across the field. The pack honors, confirms and then opens in a symphony of baritones, tenors and altos. All-on as the pack takes to the woods and is soon in pursuit of their quarry. There is nothing so stirring to the blood.

Here, at this moment, the sounds of the world vanish. I can no longer hear vehicles. I can no longer hear the wind or the chatter of the birds. I can only hear hounds.

Riding to hounds isn’t about following a drag pack or a live pack. It isn’t about a kill or how many jumps your crested that day. Riding to hounds is about following a fine pack of hounds across beautiful country; it is about camaraderie and enjoying your fellow hunter. It is a lifestyle that consumes you where you can enjoy your horse, the great outdoors and the company of others.

So whether you follow a drag pack or a live pack, you are still hunting. The technical semantics of what you are hunting is irrelevant. If it is a drag, whether the drag laid on foot, on horseback or ATV - you are still out. If you are live hunting and you are in pursuit of a red, grey or coyote, it soon will not matter. Hunt to ride, ride to hunt - those infinitesimal nuances are left to the pundants to figure out. For me, it is about the hounds. It is about becoming one with them and on occasion, a very special occasion, being invited into their inner sanctum, even if for a moment.

I encourage you to simply, quietly, softly… enjoy.

Gregory

Bravo!

OMG that was awesome. that gave me goosebumps.

Gregory – what a wonderful post! SO well written and inspiring. Bravo indeed!

So, if no one told you if a hunt was a drag or live, how many of you could really tell the difference? Honestly?

If so, how? Would the hounds give it away? Do you think they can tell?

And has it ever happened during a drag hunt that a live fox crossed the line of scent and the hounds got off following the “wrong” fox? Seems to me, if there are foxes/coyotes in the area of the drag, it could easily happen.

My neighbors keep hounds, but of course here in this area its for cats or bear.

Wow…

So eloquent and so true for so many of us.
For me, I think it stirs up something ancient in my genes, from far,far back. It’s a primitive desire to follow along on a hunt to see how it goes. I want to see it all, hear it all, feel it all. I have a compulsion to go forward. To chase too. The horse shares it with me but in the end is only a conveyance. I get the same feeling out following hounds on foot or in a car. It gives this observer goosebumps and make my heart beat faster; I feel most alive when I’m on my horse sharing a hunt with them. I feel a special comraderie with my fellow hunters at times. Like we survived something. I guess hunting reminds me of how close to caveman we really are. And I marvel at how a chick born/raised in the suburbs could feel this way! I had no childhood exposure to hunting but it feels natural and right as an adult.
I love the hunting part, the interplay amongst the species, the houndwork, the sound, the vistas, the countryside. I love how it makes me feel - yup! That’s it!!
And you can see & experience things on horseback out hunting you just can’t see anywhere else.

I think these few sentences truly sums up why I have come to love hunting more than any “discipline” I have ventured into. There is just something so welcoming, relaxing yet exciting about the sport that draws you into the whole experience. Hunting has so many more facets and emotions connected to it than any show or competition I could be a part of.

Firstly, there seems to be quite a bit of confusion over foxhunting jargon.
A drag hunt is when all the male members of the field either ride side saddle wearing a veil or dress as lady members of the field. This is usually done on gay pride day.

Secondly, the real reason people hunt is to drive their neighbors crazy.
There is nothing like no sooner getting all your young horses turned out than having a bunch of yahoos gallop down your driveway and set the entire herd of babies crazy. It won’t matter to them that it will take you two hours to cool them out and the new splint on your fancy yearling will never let you win Best Young Horse at Devon and sell him for a fortune.

And, for some reason, this same group who can gallop down the middle of any blacktop road in the county, but insist on racing down the newly planted grass on both sides of your driveway.

And speaking of gallop why does everyone need to run a hundred miles an hour only to smash into the quarters of the horse stopped 200 feet ahead of them ?

No one cares if your heels are up or down, and George Morris is never there to comment on your style.

You can tranquilize your horse and never get tested by the show association.

You don’t have to clean your tack, braid or pull your horse’s mane or trim his ears unless you are really compulsive. If you do all of the above everyone will hate you and you will be riding alone.

You can own the ugliest, cheapest horse on the planet and if he is quiet, never kicks a hound and jumps all the jumps without stopping, people will offer you a fortune for him.

That is why they like Fox hunting,

“the other fun part about live hunting is when you can’t find the Huntsman and the hounds The field can hear the hounds voices but it cannot be determined where exactly they are in the woods”.

One would wonder if the huntsman was hiding… in that case it’s nice you found ways to enjoy yourselves despite their intent :).

Triplicate - you made my day!

I know I am supposed to say I ride to hunt but that would be a lie…I love riding in natural settings across varied terrain in all kinds of weather in company. It’s exhilarating, primal, gives me a complete and utter escape from my normal day to day activities. It also provides me with adult company outside of my work. Fox hunting seems to attract a lot of real “characters” (Maybe I am one also?) and great story tellers. I love the social occasions almost as much as the riding. I have hunted live and drag. They are both fine with me. The live hunting does seem to lead to more surprises, both good and bad. My live hunt does not hunt to the kill. If anything gets killed (very rare) it’s already sick or wounded. I love the traditions and I really love the multi generational aspect of the group, from children of 10 to adults in their 80’s. I find them particularly inspirational.

what you won’t see on a drag… unless :slight_smile:

Some of the most amazing hunts I’ve been on were when I was able to get a view and was able to see the “cunning” and the ability of a coyte to out wit the hounds. In an area where I hunted there is a treeline at the edge of a large field /apple orchard that becomes heavily wooded. Many times the field views it from atop a hill and can hear the hounds in the wooded area and swamps below.

One day while standing up on the hill and listening to the hounds as they got on a coyote I knew they were coming our way. I was whipping in at the time so was at the ready should they swing. I was with the field as the excitement from below moved our way and the voices of the hounds grew louder and louder.

Suddenly out popped a coyote. He stopped atop the stone wall and began to assess his situation. He looked at us on the hill. Then he looked behind knowing the hounds weren’t far behind. He began to sprint again and in our amazement he aimed right for a drainage ditch. He ran down the wet ditch (running vertical to us) and the darted left as the hounds came out of the woods on the right. They followed his scent to the ditch and then lost it …
It was like a scene out of “the fugitive”.

I personally love the hounds and confess I am a bit jealous when I go to a drag hunt. I feel much of the excitement Greg describes but as a Master and staff they have the best job of the day. I also felt this way with a live hunt.

So that’s the difference. Having ridden both and spending some time as staff in live, I am fully about the hounds and how they work. With either I’d like to set myself atop a hill and monitor the activity and enjoy the sounds of the day. If needed I will move and move quickly but until then, my real joy is found when I am able to ride to hunt.

Because hound music is GUARANTEED to raise the hair all over my body and send my adrenal glands into a spin.