Saturday, May. 4, 2024

Foxhunting

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The pressure on Peter Hain, leader of Great Britain's House of Commons, to capitulate to the demands of his vociferous Labour Party members and reintroduce an anti-hunting bill has been intensifying steadily all summer. On July 8, Labour M.P. Gerald Kaufman reminded Hain that 269 members of Parliament had signed a motion calling for the reintroduction of the bill, then appeared to throw down the gauntlet by revealing he had assured those whom had written in support of a ban that the Leader of the House "can be trusted to bring in the bill before the end of the session."

Col. Rex Denny, MFH of Cloudline Hounds, who regularly shoots his age at golf and has developed a passion for antique cars, hunted his hounds for the last time on his 80th birthday. Col. Denny has served two terms as the Western District representative for the Masters of Fox Hounds Association and is known for his candor and sense of humor.

Hounds from the Blue Ridge Hunt, from Boyce, Va., hadn't shown at the Bryn Mawr Hound Show for more than 30 years. But this year, Linda Armbrust, jt.-MFH, made a late entry at the urging of friends of the show, and with Huntsman Dennis Downing, took the hounds across the Mason-Dixon Line to the Radnor Hunt Club, Malvern, Pa. And on June 5 their return proved a triumphant one as their imported stallion hound Blue Ridge's Mid Devon Grocer '00 took home the English championship and grand championship.

Penn-Marydel foxhounds broke tradition at the Virginia Foxhound Show on May 25, when Rose Tree Needy entered the championship ring on the grounds of Morven Park, Leesburg, Va. In the past, it seemed a hopeless gesture to exhibit a Penn-Marydel against the champion American, English and Crossbred foxhounds when the hounds were compared against one another to determine the best of the day. But Rose Tree Needy and championship judge C. Martin Wood III, MFH Live Oak (Fla.), changed that.

 I came out the door, looking for my son, and I saw him in the long grass by the pond. He motioned for me to join him and whispered that a lion was drinking from the pond. We lay still for a moment, then edged forward for a better view of the animal. All of a sudden, the long grass parted and a large, furry animal pounced on us without warning.

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