My roommate Aisling goes hunting each weekend. My response to that was "YOU go HUNTING?!" She really did not seem like the hunting type. Well, by hunting she means old school hunting, on horseback with "hounds." I am imagining something like the painting we have over our mantel with people dressed in vests and trousers blowing golden horns. Apparently they do not have the golden horns anymore. They put the horse in the horsebox (horse trailer) and drive to the place where the hunting will take place. They get about 30 hounds and some other horsemen and ride around after the hounds who sniff out for any animals that have been there recently. She says that mostly they don't ever get anything but it just involves jumping over stuff. What kind of stuff, you ask? (I asked also) Anything that gets in the way: ditches, fences, logs, bushes, etc. Mostly that is the point of the hunt, to jump over things and get to be a better rider.
Then on Saturday she went to a hunt ball. It sounded kind of like prom for people of all ages. She said it was lame.
Oh, the things they do in Ireland.
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