A Peregrinator Thread.

Give me a tip for the National.

No clue. I haven't even followed horses on that side of the pond this season.

I've stepped way back from racing compared to 4 or 5 years ago when I knew every jumping horse and their bloodlines.
 
After a life of west coast city and suburban living, we moved to a small eastern town 6 years ago when Mrs. J424 got a job out here in New England. I thought I'd be bored, but it's a great way to live, and the people out here really get a bum rap for being unfriendly. They're nice and welcoming.

it is funny about the gossip though. It always seems like it comes from the same kinds of people. tend to avoid them anyway.
It's true; we New English are a friendly, welcoming bunch. We're just a little dour at times is all. Where in New England are you?
Here in my town, you don't exist unless you are a 4th generation resident or own more than 200 acres.

I guess some of the newcomers are OK, but they don't interact with the old families.
Are you DAR, princess?
Hunting closed yesterday with a windy miserable hunt. . .
shoes come off on Monday and hunter rest period begins.

Now it's Steeplechase season! Whee!



This should have been an isolated blurt, not a peregrinator blurt.
Nah, this is a fine place to enjoy the changing seasons. What were you hunting?
I'm queer and doomed anyway. Pass the Odds book and bring me a sammich bich.

This post is funny if one pronounces the "bich" as in German.
 
It's true; we New English are a friendly, welcoming bunch. We're just a little dour at times is all. Where in New England are you?

Are you DAR, princess?

Nah, this is a fine place to enjoy the changing seasons. What were you hunting?


This post is funny if one pronounces the "bich" as in German.

1. Parts of New England are welcoming. Other parts are populated by elitist snobs, fit only for export to Virginia or other states peopled by such.

2. No. My ancestor was on the other side.

3. The Fox of course. Final day for being 'prissy'.

4. Indeed.
 
1. Parts of New England are welcoming. Other parts are populated by elitist snobs, fit only for export to Virginia or other states peopled by such.
.

Alas, the genus elitis snobicus can be found in all parts of this grand land. They do tend to flock more heavily in Nantucket, eastern Long Island, Virginia horse country, Palm Beach, as well as a few points west, notably Grosse Point, Marin County, and the hills of Hollywood.

:cool:
 
1. Parts of New England are welcoming. Other parts are populated by elitist snobs, fit only for export to Virginia or other states peopled by such.

2. No. My ancestor was on the other side.

3. The Fox of course. Final day for being 'prissy'.

4. Indeed.

I meant the real New England, not the greater metro asshole areas. They might as well all be New Yorkers.

Someday I'd like you to explain the whole fox hunting thing to me. I need a primer, something along the lines of Death In The Afternoon without the testosterone.
 
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Alas, the genus elitis snobicus can be found in all parts of this grand land. They do tend to flock more heavily in Nantucket, eastern Long Island, Virginia horse country, Palm Beach, as well as a few points west, notably Grosse Point, Marin County, and the hills of Hollywood.

:cool:

I had a classmate in prep school from Grosse Pointe Farms. The biology teacher used to call it "Grossee Pointee Farmsees."
 
I had a classmate in prep school from Grosse Pointe Farms. The biology teacher used to call it "Grossee Pointee Farmsees."

My favorite is being in meetings in New England and hearing someone say;

illustrative

Wish I can type the difference, but it is funny.
 
I meant the real New England, not the greater metro asshole areas. They might as well all be New Yorkers.

Someday I'd like you to explain the whole fox hunting thing to me. I need a primer, something along the lines of Death In The Afternoon without the testosterone.


I did not say that the elitist snobs were assholes. I quite enjoy some elitist snobbery at times.

I probably cannot adequately describe the feeling of a well executed foxhunt or a perfect day with the foot beagles.

I cannot speak for every foxhunter either. some are there for the ride, others to watch hounds, others to cheer on the fox and yet some just for the social environment.

What I think I love most of all is seeing a new entry make his first find. When he discovers the line of the escaping fox and opens for the first time, with a hesitant little chirp, half afraid he'll be disciplined - but then when another older hound honors his find and then the pack follows and he knows "I did this" and never doubts his nose or right to speak again - nor do the other hounds.
 
What I think I love most of all is seeing a new entry make his first find. When he discovers the line of the escaping fox and opens for the first time, with a hesitant little chirp, half afraid he'll be disciplined - but then when another older hound honors his find and then the pack follows and he knows "I did this" and never doubts his nose or right to speak again - nor do the other hounds.

Quite elegantly put and an interesting perspective. I never thought of it that way, but then I never have participated.
 
Quite elegantly put and an interesting perspective. I never thought of it that way, but then I never have participated.

I hunt to see hounds work.

My partner grew up differently and she goes on the hunt primarily to ride fast over big fields and to jump big fences - something denied to her in her New England homeland.

The kids go to be on their ponies away from my supervision and if they keep with the hunting, they'll choose their own aspect of why they do it as they grow into adulthood.
 
My favorite is being in meetings in New England and hearing someone say;

illustrative

Wish I can type the difference, but it is funny.
I'm pretty sure I pronounce it the way you're thinking. Ill-USS-tra-tiv.
I did not say that the elitist snobs were assholes. I quite enjoy some elitist snobbery at times.

I probably cannot adequately describe the feeling of a well executed foxhunt or a perfect day with the foot beagles.

I cannot speak for every foxhunter either. some are there for the ride, others to watch hounds, others to cheer on the fox and yet some just for the social environment.

What I think I love most of all is seeing a new entry make his first find. When he discovers the line of the escaping fox and opens for the first time, with a hesitant little chirp, half afraid he'll be disciplined - but then when another older hound honors his find and then the pack follows and he knows "I did this" and never doubts his nose or right to speak again - nor do the other hounds.

You do? Say it ain't so.

I can certainly understand the steeplechase aspect, as well as the pleasure in seeing a fox do what foxes do so well. And you're quite eloquent on the hounds, of course. There's great pleasure in watching a working dog do the job and feel that obvious pride, to risk anthropomorphizing. Do you still kill the fox, or is there some mitigation now?
 
I'm pretty sure I pronounce it the way you're thinking. Ill-USS-tra-tiv.


You do? Say it ain't so.

I can certainly understand the steeplechase aspect, as well as the pleasure in seeing a fox do what foxes do so well. And you're quite eloquent on the hounds, of course. There's great pleasure in watching a working dog do the job and feel that obvious pride, to risk anthropomorphizing. Do you still kill the fox, or is there some mitigation now?


Since it is bound to come up. The people are mostly hunting for the purpose of the chase or the ride. The hounds are hunting <full stop>

Some hounds hunt to kill and have the drive to push almost any fox to a kill, they are rarely successful as the fox is speedy and wily. Other hounds love to run and are just as happy to see the fox escape for another day.

If the fox goes to ground or climbs a tree to escape we end the chase and the fox lives. If he leaves the hunt territory or crosses onto closed land - he gets to live. The only foxes that die in an American foxhunt are those who for some reason fail to find an earth in which to hide and are then run until they fade and can be caught. We kill very few foxes as our territory is crossed by three major highways and a railroad which force us to stop hounds while the foxes can use culverts to escape. I believe that in the 2012-2013 season, the hounds killed 2 foxes - cubs not yet mature and which were caught away from their den-holes.

The same goes for the beagles. They can only catch a rabbit that attempts to take cover in a brush pile or makes a mistake in its run and turns back into the pack. We killed 2 this season while we left perhaps 30 alive in holes in the ground.
 
No clue. I haven't even followed horses on that side of the pond this season.

I've stepped way back from racing compared to 4 or 5 years ago when I knew every jumping horse and their bloodlines.

You may as well throw the form book out and just go with a cool sounding name in the National, anyway.
 
You may as well throw the form book out and just go with a cool sounding name in the National, anyway.

Come on. The bookies live for the "favourite" and hope to hell he'll fall at Becher's Brook while the third favourite comes in lightly bet.
 
Come on. The bookies live for the "favourite" and hope to hell he'll fall at Becher's Brook while the third favourite comes in lightly bet.

A favourite wins the National about once every hundred years. Lots of long shots come in for an each way though.
 
A favourite wins the National about once every hundred years. Lots of long shots come in for an each way though.

I wouldn't punt anything unless I got 4 to 1 in the national - it's just too much of a longshot that a starter will be a finisher.

I've still got a video of the Queen's 1956 belly flop with Dick Francis up. I mean - going away winner falls in the stretch for no reason but bad karma.

Love that race only second to our Maryland Hunt Cup.
 
Everytime I see Kbate posting about fox hunting I want to dig out Gone To Earth, a lovely old gem with Jennifer Jones.

"They're after us Foxy!"
 
I wouldn't punt anything unless I got 4 to 1 in the national - it's just too much of a longshot that a starter will be a finisher.

I've still got a video of the Queen's 1956 belly flop with Dick Francis up. I mean - going away winner falls in the stretch for no reason but bad karma.

Love that race only second to our Maryland Hunt Cup.

There are only a couple of races a year I really bet on, the National and the Cheltenham Gold Cup. The National is a phenomenon, little old ladies that wouldn't be caught dead gambling usually will have a 50p each way on Aintree's showpiece. I've had a better than average record the last few years.
 
My Dad went to the races a lot and backed most weekends. Never won a fucking penny mind! A childhood memory is of him emerging from the fog of Ladbrookes.
 
My Dad went to the races a lot and backed most weekends. Never won a fucking penny mind! A childhood memory is of him emerging from the fog of Ladbrookes.

Heh, I remember being a bookies runner for half the family on National day.
 
There are only a couple of races a year I really bet on, the National and the Cheltenham Gold Cup. The National is a phenomenon, little old ladies that wouldn't be caught dead gambling usually will have a 50p each way on Aintree's showpiece. I've had a better than average record the last few years.

The only bets I made last year were at the Charles town Million dollar night and my standard Pick 6 for the Breeder's cup.

I won big at charles town and wasn't even close for the pick 6.

I missed a Superfecta (4 in order) by my 3/4 horses reversing at the wire and coming in 4/3. That would have been a $20,000 ticket had they not been nags.
 
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