So- the Villiers-Cotterets (AKA the Pond Hounds) first day in France. They were just around the corner. Still a bit shocking not to have to drive three hours.
It's like an Alabama divorce:
"Get out of the truck!"
Making friends for hunting. For serious, it's a public road!
"We aire Ver ready to 'unt!"
Intent faces at the Rapport:
Suited up and ready to roll.
And trot. I’m told that many of these French hammerheads are too-slows off the trotting track. Not pretty, but they go all day!
A full sized camion de pick-up Americain:
Come on, catch up!
Just a dusting of snow:
But that awful sunshine:
Even so, deer en l’allee:
And they ran! A blistering dash and hallali in the lake:
And it was fairly early, so off I went to see if the Buckhounds were still going.
Alas, they had just stopped. But still in time for the feed. I agree, Mademoiselle!