So I slept like the dead on the airplane, my last (unsent) text was gibberish. Don't even remember takeoff, and was awakened by the wheels coming down at Paris. Thank you, HotGirl!
Got the car at 7.30 A. M,
Sure he's a Communist wife beater and an awful destroyer of the ethos of Art. But he makes a pretty good car...
So here it is 7:30 on a lovely Saturday morning in Paris. What to do.... Well duh!
A la foret! Little did I know, it is St Hubert for this pack.
Hmm. We Hunting people will go anywhere for a drink and a biscuit...
Standing room only. Then back for the blessing...
Heretic!
That's better.
We all know that you'll get no hunting with them Egyptians,
but a plague of locusts is nothing to us!
Meet was at the "quarry"...
@occupylaforet!
Hounds don't mind second main fumer...
"I am so pretty..."
Probably thinking about...
nothing at all.
"I am so enthusiastic!"
"If they would just let me out of this truck...
...I would have this hootenanny organised in five minutes."
Apach' says...
"Temps pour la Chaaaaasse!"
Of course, have to have a picture of this whipper-in putting one back in the truck...
And the Jeep bleu will get me to the right spot.
Everyone is looking at the forest. As Rhoda tried to teach me, when everyone is looking at somthing, you look at something else...
And sure enough, across the road right there and a gauche...
Mr. Demille...
Hounds right on him...
Both in the same field!
Better pick up the pace, Stagboy...
Those are the ones they got from Rhodri...
Comment dit-on "Girl Crush" en français?
It's late so I will close with an end of day shot...
If I'd had a day like that,
I'd be stretching my back too.
I surely hope that first draw, with its absolutely perfect example of something I hunt to see, is a harbinger of the next six weeks.
But even if it's not, that minute paid for the trip.
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