- Alivia Cotter
It’s 5 am and I arrive at the barn. The fog is rolling off the creek, and the birds are beginning their songs. We walk into the barn and all the ponies are vocal and excited to see me. As they nicker, mom does the morning feeding and dad hooks up the trailer while I get the greatest hunt pony alive ready for our adventure. It’s hunt day and we are eager to see the hounds.
We have a long two and a half hour drive ahead of us. As we head over the mountains I think about my first foxhunting experience on my 12 hand POA. I became addicted immediately. I think about my hunt family and, I wonder how many of my friends will join me today. I think of the hounds and hope that Bob, my favorite hound, will make a good showing. But most of all, I think of my pony Sprinkles. She is a 14 Hand Registered POA and I have owned her for 4 years. I reminisce about how I trained her, our ups and downs over the years. I smile as I remember all of the grand adventures we have been on. Such as our success in the show ring, the pony race at the Block House steeplechase. And finally, discovering and becoming members of the greatest hunt club ever, Green Creek Hounds. I remember past hunts and the thrill of racing across fields and jumping as we follow 85 speaking hounds. By the time I reach the fixture, I am eager to see what adventures await us.