We didn't ride with the hunters. But we watched the work in progress and were led around by a friend who had dogs competing in the week-long competition. His competitions weren't running this particular day, so we walked the field with him and tried to pick up the language. But mostly we enjoyed the walking, wind whistling through the trees, sun shining on our faces. We also took a few photographs; having the handler of a winning shorthair with us gave us the perfect "excuse."
Thank you, Georgia , for helping me focus on the hidden gem, the place we love to go and not be found. Not far from home...it IS home. We call it "out back," and once there we are transported to a private place, not visible from houses or road or the casual observer. I couldn't choose just one photo, so I created a collage of this special part of our world. Enjoy.
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