Ariella
Active Member
Well, unfortunately I dont ride these days due to my back and health issues.....but when I was a kid I used to LOVE going to the hunts that we had here locally....
Also unfortunately due to the stupid costs of insurance these days, the ones in my immediate area have been cancelled...
Where I am, our hunts kind of went like this:
No dogs, not actually 'hunting' anything..... just a bunch of people on horses following the 'hunt master'.....
My favourite 'hunt' was the one thats only 4km from our house (which at the time when I was hunting belonged to my grandparents.....so Grandpa and I would just ride out to the start point and then ride home again afterwards.....in some pretty hairy weather at times too!! lol).
There was and still is, a 16km long 'hunt course' in the scrub in a huge paddock out at one of our local granite outcrops....
Jumps ranged from pony club grade 5 size (about 40cm) to about 1.2m...... and there were often the different sizes of jumps along side each other or within a very close vicinity to each other.....you could choose what your level was and do what you wanted as you approached each jump....
I was on my 13.3 7/8 hh pony 99% of the time and was gutsy, so followed the bigger people and horses... quite often finding myself approaching a HUGE jump at a great rate of knots and Jojo and I sailing over it with my heart in my mouth..... the adrenalin rush was amazing!!
We would stop half way for a 'whiskey' - in my case being only a kid at the time I had to settle for coke! lol...
I remember on particularly COLD hunt day it was raining and hailing on and off and the wind was bitterly cold.... I was freezing..... so Grandpa snuck me a sip of his whiskey.... it damn near burnt my throat!!
After we completed the course we would all congregate back at the "Hunt Shed" for a BBQ lunch and get together.....
Then we would re saddle our horses and ride home!! Made for a heck of a long day but a great one at that!!
Just thought I would share my 'hunting' experience with you all.......
Oh, and on weekends when there wasnt a 'hunt' on, Grandpa and I would often ride out to Tcharkulda (where the hunt was held) and just do the course ourselves......
When my brother and I used to ride out there or another friend and I would go out there we would often come across kangaroos in the scrub and give chase..... obviously they were able to out run (or out hop) us but it was fun all the same!
Heck, when we were mustering sheep we would occasionally find the odd fly blown one and have to catch it..... so that usually called for 'bulldogging' the sheep off the side of the horse (not nice when you missed the sheep and landed face first on the ground from a gallop!!), tie its legs together with the lead ropes for our horses and sling it over the back of the horse to take back to the sheds and treat it...... (and the horses got a wash afterwards to make sure that they didnt have any maggots on them from the sheep!).....
Also unfortunately due to the stupid costs of insurance these days, the ones in my immediate area have been cancelled...
Where I am, our hunts kind of went like this:
No dogs, not actually 'hunting' anything..... just a bunch of people on horses following the 'hunt master'.....
My favourite 'hunt' was the one thats only 4km from our house (which at the time when I was hunting belonged to my grandparents.....so Grandpa and I would just ride out to the start point and then ride home again afterwards.....in some pretty hairy weather at times too!! lol).
There was and still is, a 16km long 'hunt course' in the scrub in a huge paddock out at one of our local granite outcrops....
Jumps ranged from pony club grade 5 size (about 40cm) to about 1.2m...... and there were often the different sizes of jumps along side each other or within a very close vicinity to each other.....you could choose what your level was and do what you wanted as you approached each jump....
I was on my 13.3 7/8 hh pony 99% of the time and was gutsy, so followed the bigger people and horses... quite often finding myself approaching a HUGE jump at a great rate of knots and Jojo and I sailing over it with my heart in my mouth..... the adrenalin rush was amazing!!
We would stop half way for a 'whiskey' - in my case being only a kid at the time I had to settle for coke! lol...
I remember on particularly COLD hunt day it was raining and hailing on and off and the wind was bitterly cold.... I was freezing..... so Grandpa snuck me a sip of his whiskey.... it damn near burnt my throat!!
After we completed the course we would all congregate back at the "Hunt Shed" for a BBQ lunch and get together.....
Then we would re saddle our horses and ride home!! Made for a heck of a long day but a great one at that!!
Just thought I would share my 'hunting' experience with you all.......
Oh, and on weekends when there wasnt a 'hunt' on, Grandpa and I would often ride out to Tcharkulda (where the hunt was held) and just do the course ourselves......
When my brother and I used to ride out there or another friend and I would go out there we would often come across kangaroos in the scrub and give chase..... obviously they were able to out run (or out hop) us but it was fun all the same!
Heck, when we were mustering sheep we would occasionally find the odd fly blown one and have to catch it..... so that usually called for 'bulldogging' the sheep off the side of the horse (not nice when you missed the sheep and landed face first on the ground from a gallop!!), tie its legs together with the lead ropes for our horses and sling it over the back of the horse to take back to the sheds and treat it...... (and the horses got a wash afterwards to make sure that they didnt have any maggots on them from the sheep!).....