The first of August my hunt, the Tennessee Valley Hunt, started cubbing in the nearby corn fields by our kennels in Greeneville, Tennessee. There is a stand of corn that covers about 200 acres that we love to cub hunt in. We took 17 ½ couple of our Penn-Marydel hounds out into the corn very early one Saturday morning before first light. We trailered out into the field next to the corn and waited until we could see before the hounds were let out.
Gretchen, aka the Wench, rode me behind her Joint Master Rosie Merle-Smith the entire morning. I wanted to whip in like a real hunt horse! Instead she followed Rosie like a moron. One of these days I would like to have a real rider in my saddle worthy of my awesomeness as a hunt horse. Instead I’m stuck with the Wench who can’t even get me my morning mint tea on time. [Gretchen’s Note: I had planned on taking you around the edges of the corn by yourself, but you kept whining about scenes from that Stephen King movie, The Children of the Corn. I didn’t trust you by yourself, oh Bravest of the Pudgy Cockapoos.]
She is making that up. I laugh at Stephen King movies. Ha ha! But I will admit I was glad that I didn’t have to walk into the stand like our huntsman, Ryan Johnsey, had to do. Shiver – not a fun idea.
The hounds were put into the nearest stand while Rosie and the Wench and I ran around to the farthest piece of the corn. The corn was separated into about 4 parcels with trails/roads in between them. Lick Creek ran alongside most of the stand, and the giant mosquitos were amazing. The biggest skeeters I’ve ever seen! [Gretchen’s Note: Yes, Zigster, they were monster sized. After about 10 of them landed on you at once, I could feel your hooves start leave the ground! They were almost as big as you! Only your big butt kept you safely on the ground.]
I’m so ignoring her.
The hounds hit very quickly and started to come towards us. We were waiting on the other side of a line of trees covering an old barb-wire fence. The ladies started to chirp and bang their hunt whips on their saddles to turn the game back. We turned them once, but after waiting a while it must have snuck past us. All of a sudden the hounds started coming out of the trees to our right on a line right into the corn. I told Gretchen to keep an eye on the right, but she wouldn’t believe me since she couldn’t hear the hounds coming. Moron.
The hounds lost the line shortly after, and Ryan decided to pick up the pack and put them in the stand of corn on our side of the old fence. Rosie, the Wench and I raced to the other side of the corn and waited. There were several beef steers that visited us while we waited. They got pretty close to us and I was afraid that they would bust their fence and get in the farmers corn! [Gretchen’s Note: Oh please, you were squealing that they were gonna eat you. You kept goosing forward, knocking into the corn stalks, because you swore they were biting your rump. They couldn’t even reach you. You were being an idiot over silly steers.]
How does anyone ever believe what that Wench says? Lies. Pure lies.
The pack started to come towards our corner and we again turned the game from the field with the obnoxious steers. It was so cool to hear the hounds get closer and closer, their voices in full cry, but then abruptly turn right and continue in their hound music. We never saw the game or the hounds in the corn. So cool!
A little later we galloped around the other side of the corn because it sounded like the pack was headed out of the corn on that opposite side. We stood over there for a while, but the line had gone cold.
So after a few short but nice runs we called it a day. Ryan gathered up all the pack in efficient fashion, and we loaded up at the trailers.
I’m so glad to be back hunting again! But I must say I will be glad when I can see more. I understand the benefits of hunting in corn for puppies and such, but I miss interacting with my hound peeps. Several are my favorites and look up to me. Love my hounds! [Gretchen’s Note: They look up to you only because you are just slightly taller than they are. However, if I were you I’d stay away from any visiting crossbred dogs, ‘cause, you know, then you would be looking up to see them! LOL!]
Sigh. Do I really have to put up with her for another season?
Ziggy Pelham, the Best Hunt Horse of Our Time!