- Ziggy Pelham
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.]