Lords of the pitiless spear, Chasing in English woodlands the wild white ox and the deer, feeling the edge of their knife-blades, trying the pull of their bows, At a sudden foot in the forest thrilling to ‘Yonder he goes!’ – Safe for the space of a...
I would like you to enjoy these images and look at them with an artistic eye. I like the shapes of the horses as if on canvas. More art than photograph – it is always a joy to look at quality horses and I haven’t really done them justice, but here are...
It is great to support the young: Here is Ben Hood hunting the harriers on an evening meet with Izzy Lewis. “There’s a yellow leaf on the elm tree now, There’s a touch of rust on the beech’s bough, And it won’t be long till the glad...
“Come, all you jolly hunters bold, I’ll sing you something new, ‘Twas in the springing of the year in eighteen hundred two. A pack of hounds from Kelly came, And cobs from far and nigh. The Squire was on his sliver tail, The parson on his bay, And...
“The happiest man in England rose an hour before the dawn; The stars were in the purple and the dew was on the lawn; He sang from bed to bathroom – he could only sing ‘John Peel’; He donned his boots and breeches and he buckled on his...
Amongst the ancients, it was reckoned an ill omen to speak in hunting: I wish it were thought so now. Hoc age should be one of the first maxims in hunting, as in life: and I can assure you, when I am in the field I never wish to hear any other tongue than that of a...
