why i wish i had a hunt horse
I’m on a mailing list for a foxhunting club I used to ride with every now and then when I had a horse (and no, we don’t kill anything, we just ride horses and drink port, yes, at the same time). Periodically, in addition to hunting, we’d ride in “hunter paces” — events organized by the club that invite you to come and train your horse or compete with others in the field. There are various “classes” and you enter the ones that best suit you and your horse’s abilities. This one came through on the list recently:
Class 7. GROG RACE. No jumps. A team of three riders will complete a short course with a tankard of grog in hand, in sequential order. First rider will leave the start gate to ride the course as fast as possible without spilling grog and will pass the tankard to the second rider within a “trotting zone” (faster than a trot in this zone will incur a time penalty). The second rider will immediately ride the course as fast as possible without spilling grog and will pass the tankard to the third rider, in the same manner. Third rider will cross the finish line after completing the course. A team which has spilt more than half of their grog will be eliminated. If a team suspects they are low on grog, any rider has the opportunity to refill their tankard from “the tavern” (near the start gate), before finishing the race. Fastest time wins.
Ok, I really wish I had a hunt horse again.
