Red coats, hounds and horses means only one thing, Fox Hunting!  It felt like I had been transported in time to 100 years ago! When I experienced my first hunt this last Feburary I had no idea what to expect. Although I had watched plenty of Utube videos, it could only communicate a tiny picture of what it could be like to gallop over hills, crossing streams, jumping logs and then to suddenly stop and wait with batted breath for the cry of the hounds. I will forever have a vivid memory of looking around as we waited in a clearing for our huntsmen to lead the way again.  It was amazing! In the cool air, as the morning sun trickled through the trees, I saw the clouds of steam rising from the backs of the horses, catching the sunlight before slowly vanishing.