WHAT a beautiful day Saturday was! It started with a crashing thunderstorm that prevented me from riding over to catch our trailer ride to the day’s hound walk, so the houndbloggers went out with the hounds on foot for what turned out to be a Very Special Morning.
Iroquois huntsman Lilla Mason brought the hounds, including one-year-old Driver and many of the BA litter, to Boone Valley Farm instead of to the usual meeting point on the farm across from The Corners. The change of location was exciting to the hounds. The older hounds, Paper among them now, associate Boone Valley with nearby Pauline’s Ridge, one of the richest coyote coverts in the hunt country and understandably a place that holds great interest for experienced hunting hounds.
To the puppies, the field trip was especially exciting. New sights, sounds, and, most importantly, scents! New country to explore!
Even before kennel manager Michael Edwards unloaded the hounds from their trailer, there was some excitement when a herd of cattle came barreling past not far from the hound truck. But the hounds, safe inside, didn’t turn a hair, and when Michael turned them out, they ignored the cattle’s trail and put their noses right in the grass to find the biscuits Michael and Lilla had scattered there for them.
Nearby, another “puppy” was making his debut at Boone Valley, too. That was young Trevor, the four-year-old son of an Iroquois member, who was out on his new pony Polly for his very first hound walk. Driver and Paper were hugely curious about this pair, the smallest person they’d ever seen, riding either the largest hound or the smallest horse they’d ever seen. Like kids everywhere, Paper, Driver, and Trevor were drawn to each other.
The day had the potential to be a little too exciting: inexperienced young hounds in exciting new territory where running cattle had piqued their curiosity, old hounds returning to a place they know well for coyote runs, and a strong breeze to carry the scent of coyote to them from Pauline’s Ridge. It was a good test for both groups of hounds, and they did very well. When temptation drew them too far away from her, their noses in the air to catch the odors wafting by, they returned when she called. Occasionally, one or two of the puppies–most notably Backfire, a BA puppy who has showed himself to be forward many times on earlier hound walks–would range away from the main group of hounds and stand gazing off into the distance, nose twitching.
Those are critical moments in a puppy’s development, Lilla pointed out, because they mark a decision. The puppy can either decide to follow his nose and head for the hills, leaving the pack and Lilla, or he can decide to back away from that temptation and stay with his peers and his huntsman.
“We want them to process information and then make the right decision,” Lilla explained.
Backfire was an especially good example of all of the puppies’ progress. At Boone Valley, we could see Backfire developing the idea that he’s part of a pack. He’s learning that, when the group stops, he can wander a little and taste the air, but when he’s out on his own too far away from the pack and Lilla, it’s a little uncomfortable. Looking off to the far hills, he’s still in touch with Lilla, and when she calls, he hears her and turns.
A huntsman’s ability to stay in a hound’s mind like that, to maintain that golden thread of connection between himself and a hound even when something else is calling to the hound’s deep instinct, is vital to success. It’s not always possible to hold a hound’s attention, but a huntsman that consistently can regain a hound’s attention simply by saying its name–a twitch upon that golden thread–has perhaps the greatest gift a huntsman can have. But it isn’t easy to achieve, and it isn’t foolproof.
“Backfire,” Lilla said, “is a thinker. And we want these hounds to think.”
As with young horses, hounds that can process information and respond to it thoughtfully, rather than simply react with instinct, are better to handle.
As for Trevor, he had a good day, too! He learned about hounds and also about Polly. The main thing we think he learned about Polly is that she is a PONY, meaning, yes, she will try to roll even while (maybe even especially while) you are riding her, in which case it’s best to get off. He learned that Driver is very big. Most importantly, he found out that this business of following the hounds on horseback is about as much fun as there is in the world.
We think so, too.
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Now I’m ded from kewt.
Okay, that’s better. Would you mind if I linked to your blog from my blogroll? So far I don’t have any hunting-specific blogs and no hound blogs on my list and I’m loving this. (Must remind self, half-acre is no room for a beagle pack. Even retired ones. Plus the corgi would object.)
Hello, Lucky to Cope! We’d be very flattered to be included on your blogroll! I should add, too, in an enabling sort of way, that a half-acre is plenty of room for, say, 1/20th of a beagle pack. A retired hunting beagle would probably be very, very happy with that. And then your corgi also would have something to herd!
If I remember correctly, you have a retired racehorse? Good on you! They’re my favorites.
Well, at 2 dogs/3 cats I’m maxed out on floor space (though outdoors I’m thinking of getting a goat–I don’t know if the corgi would herd it or try to eat it, but she’s not the brightest bulb.) The shepherd mix is getting elderly, though, so maybe when it’s his time there’ll be space for a foxhound or beagle in need of quiet. (I swear, I’m running a retirement home for elderly dogs–the corgi’s only five, but still.)
We are sympathetic! We have three dogs, so we’re not as maxed out as you are, but it does feel as if we are running a zoo! We’re in a lull as far as the elderly after having lost our 18-year-old beagle in 2009. Our current oldest is almost nine. We hope your Mr. Puff lives a long, long life but are glad that someday, hopefully in the distant future, you will consider a beagle or hound of some other description!
I just realized I was spelling my own name wrong.
Aaaw, ain’t they cute? Polly was a star! And obviously Trevor has a future in front of the camera.
Too much adorable for a single post. I’m swooning.