This fox hunting season is almost drawing to a close…

My younger daughter and I are hoping to ride regularly next season…

Her horse, Anja, will be home…….

…..and my horse, Addy, will hopefully be hunt-able by then…….

…..(I’ll just keep poking the pills down her throat until Dr/Rev. Stevie Wonder says I should stop…….)

…..(her recent blood work was the best yet…..soooooooo…..there’s that…)

This last season, my younger daughter & I have hung out at post-Hunt Tea’s to help satisfy our fox-hunting-fix…

…..swilling diet soda and smelling other rider’s sweaty/resting horses was the closest we could get to actually fox hunting…….

…this sport IS an addiction…….

…..And, Fox Hunting IS an extreme sport…….

(I don’t care if stupid Wikipedia doesn’t list it in their stupid definition)

*****Stupid Wikipedia*****

…..Well, it IS an extreme-endorphic (?) sport!…..!

…..yes, it is…..

…..I’ve had too many vertical, air-borne moments where the only thing that brought my butt back to my saddle was the tether of my riding boots in my stirrup irons…..

…..Dry mouth…..Nausea…….

…..Eyes-Rolled-Back-In-The-Head-Terror…..Temporary Incontinence…

…..now that’s a perfect definition of responses to an extreme sport!…..!

Geez…I love THIS SPORT!…….!

This season ends with the Hunt Club Ball…….

There are a number of invitees from other Hunts who also attend…….

*****Explanation of Fox Hunting*****

It really is beautiful seeing the men “with colors” wearing their “pinks” (red formal jackets).

*****More Explanations Of Fox Hunting Attire*****

…..and the women in their ball gowns…….

…..evening gloves and long dresses cover riding callouses and pressure sores…….

…..did I mention…….I love this Club…….!