Twenty-First Century Fox

Will a new generation of fox hunters save their controversial sport?

Twenty-First Century Fox

Will a new generation of fox hunters save their controversial sport?
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They assembled on a barren, wintry field in Poolesville, Md., near a bend in Dry Seneca Creek. It was an exceptionally windy morning in mid-December, and only a few hunt members had shown up, horses in tow, to participate in the day’s expedition. Far more numerous were the foxhounds: some three dozen in all, running and sunning their flanks as they awaited further instructions.

“Let’s go hunting!” cried Brian Kiely, late of County Waterford, Ireland, and currently a professional fox hunter for the Potomac Hunt club. He is also a champion hunt caller, which means he can precisely manipulate the brass hunting horn he carries with him. Throughout the hunt, Kiely switched between sweet notes (to urge his hounds on) and sour tones (to pull them back). He began the morning by casting the hounds into a nearby covert — the heavy brush where small animals take cover. When one hound finally picked up the scent of its quarry, it let out an excited yelp — and the field converged to join. The fox made a break for open pasture, and the chase was on.

For the next two hours, Kiely alternately scattered his pack apart and drew it back together — the former to root out traces of a fox hidden somewhere in a large stretch of land, the latter to pursue the fox cross-country. The horse riders did their best to keep up with the onrushing hounds: crossing streams, galloping through pastures and jumping fences. As the hunt raced forward, three species became a single herd, all in pursuit of a nimble, if unwilling, foe.

For Sir Roger Scruton — author of a defense of the sport who settled for a time in the Washington area just for the fox hunting — this union of species is key to explaining the thrill of the chase. The joy, he wrote, “comes from sharing in the animal excitement, so that the currents of emotion which flow from hound to horse and back again are diverted through your pumping arteries, dissolving human knowledge and spreading it to the centaur limbs below.”

Today, in the United States, the hunt typically ends once the fox burrows itself into the earth. And yet, even though the fox usually survives, the idea of chasing a small woodland creature for fun has inevitably come into conflict with modern notions of animal rights. Protests happen often enough that the Masters of Foxhounds Association of America has a guide to managing them. Meanwhile, the number of fox hunters — some 20,000 riders nationwide — has not changed in a century, even as America’s population has increased dramatically, says Norm Fine, publisher of Foxhunting Life magazine and a historian of the sport.

Any fox hunter can recite the litany of charges against their pastime — that it’s too old-fashioned, that it’s elitist, that it’s cruel. “For too long we have allowed others to define our image. How do we start owning our ‘brand’?” W. David Twiggs, executive director of the Masters of Foxhounds Association, wrote in a recent issue of Covertside, the group’s official magazine. “We love our sport, but we are so much more — we are conservationists, animal health stewards, horsemen and women, young people.” But will any defense of fox hunting succeed in a culture increasingly suspicious of hunters’ motives? In other words: Can one of America’s oldest sports survive much longer into the 21st century? And just as important: Should it?

Professional fox hunter Brian Kiely leads hounds back to their enclosure after a fox hunt with the Potomac Hunt club in Dickerson, Md., in December.

I am not a hunter, but I recently observed my first fox hunts in Maryland, which, along with Virginia, has served as the sport’s spiritual home in America for some 300 years. In the mid-1600s, Maryland colonists brought America’s first hunting hounds over from England. In the 1730s, a group of Marylanders went a step further and imported a boatful of English red foxes. These new arrivals mixed with indigenous foxes to create an American-European hybrid that today is found nowhere else in the world.

To the earliest American colonists, fox hunting represented freedom. Back in England, most types of hunting were heavily regulated, with the best lands and species reserved for the king under penalty of death. In those early days, American fox hunting was the province of both rich and poor, Fine says. “Every farmer had his own few hounds and might invite some friends to come and stay with him for a week. And they’d go out hunting every morning with their own hounds — it wasn’t really organized.”

The social standing of fox hunting became more rarefied as the 18th century progressed. Slavery allowed a few wealthy white families to amass large plantation holdings and ample leisure time. (That bloody history is hard to avoid even now. Ride around long enough in the territory of the Potomac Hunt, and you’ll run across an old building that used to house slaves; a guide pointed it out to me mid-hunt as a passing curiosity.)

In the centuries that followed, the sport maintained a strong following among the nation’s political elite; arguably, it’s fox hunting — not baseball, football or basketball — that provides the longest historical through-line between sport and power in American life. George Washington was a fox hunter; so, too, were Theodore Roosevelt, Jacqueline Kennedy and Ronald Reagan. Andrew Jackson used to host post-hunt dinners at the White House. Today’s Potomac Hunt evolved from the Washington Hunt, which started in 1828 at 14th Street NW and Pennsylvania Avenue, and is now based in Dickerson, Md. It is one of a handful in the greater D.C. area, a testament to fox hunting’s longevity. Somehow, the sport has withstood the Civil War, two industrial revolutions, the Great Depression and suburban sprawl to retain a foothold in the modern world.

Huntsman, Brian Kiely gathers hounds during a Potomac Hunt Club fox hunt on Sunday December 17, 2017 outside of Dickerson, MD. (Photo by Matt McClain/The Washington Post)
Huntsman, Brian Kiely leads hounds back after taking part in a Potomac Hunt Club fox hunt on Thursday December 21, 2017 in Dickerson, MD. (Photo by Matt McClain/The Washington Post)
Altaira Dearborn and horse 7Up as she and others prepare to take part in a fox hunt for members of the Potomac Hunt Club on Sunday December 17, 2017 in Dickerson, MD. (Photo by Matt McClain/The Washington Post)
Clockwise, from top: As leader of the hunt, Kiely gathers the hounds. “A hunt is not a democracy. It is a dictatorship,” advised a recent issue of Covertside, official magazine of the Masters of Foxhounds Association of America; Altaira Dearborn and horse 7Up before a fox hunt with the Potomac Hunt; Kiely leads hounds back after a fox hunt by the Potomac Hunt club. The group evolved from the Washington Hunt, which started in 1828 at 14th Street NW and Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington and later moved to Dickerson, Md.

The hunt is a carefully choreographed, almost military procession that draws heavily on protocols first devised in age-old England. At the head of the Potomac Hunt are Kiely and his aides, called whips. These staffers train and control the hounds, which belong to the club and live in a kennel on its property. Next, the masters of the hunt keep the humans in order: directing them over jumps, warning them about treacherous ground, and responding to mishaps.

Much of this hierarchy is reflected in the formal codes of dress. Riders of sufficient experience and distinction are permitted to wear the hunt’s signature buttons and colors. Most notably, they can sport the scarlet riding jackets called pinks. The Masters of Foxhounds Association warns riders not to deviate from the activity’s strict chain of command. “A hunt is not a democracy. It is a dictatorship,” advised a recent issue of Covertside.

During my two mornings with the group in December, the Potomac Hunt seemed a happy dictatorship under Kiely, who proved himself a keen tactician. At one point, during the first hunt, the fox crossed and recrossed Dry Seneca Creek, throwing the field off its scent. Kiely then guessed correctly that his quarry would exit the surrounding woods and run toward a nearby farm. He cast his hounds in that direction and was rewarded with a fresh scent.

Kiely’s riders scrambled to keep up with the hounds; I scrambled to keep up with his riders. The hunt is typically divided into three fields: The first features the most able and daring riders, who jump, gallop and maneuver around obstacles to stay as close to the hounds as possible. The second field is slower, more social; they ride around many obstacles, not over them, and follow at a distance. And then there’s the third field — my field: the group that gets by without horses, hoping for a vicarious glimpse of the fun. In England and early America, the third field was traditionally made up of poorer villagers who followed on foot; at the Potomac Hunt, we got along in luxury SUVs.

Hounds are seen in their enclosure after a Potomac Hunt Club fox hunt on Sunday December 17, 2017 in Dickerson, MD. (Photo by Matt McClain/The Washington Post)
Hounds are seen in a trailer before a Potomac Hunt Club fox hunt on Thursday December 21, 2017 in Dickerson, MD. (Photo by Matt McClain/The Washington Post)
From left: The Potomac Hunt club’s hounds, which live in a kennel on its property; dogs in a trailer. To control the hounds during a hunt, Kiely plays a brass hunting horn: sweet notes to urge the hounds on, sour tones to pull them back.

At the end of my first morning, I caught up with the riders on the grounds of a plantation first owned by descendants of Martha Washington. By then, the fox had already “gone to ground”: found itself a hole in the earth to hide in. In Great Britain before a partial 2004 ban on fox hunting, such an outcome typically prompted the summoning of a terrier, who would lure the fox back to the surface so that a farmer could shoot it dead. In the United States, this rarely happens. For the Potomac Hunt, foxes are so scarce that participants not only spare their quarry, but they take active steps to keep it healthy. If a hunt member notices that a fox is looking mangy or sick, he’ll slip some antibiotics into raw chicken and leave it outside for the animal to eat.

This intimate codependence exemplifies the slippery moral ground fox hunting occupies in the United States. I was told repeatedly in my days with the hunt “that 99 percent of foxes go to ground” and survive. Pity the unlucky 1 percent that don’t and are instead torn apart by the pack of hounds. (Although the Masters of Foxhounds Association’s 2015 hunting code contends: “Death is instantaneous” and “studies and reality confirm that hounds are a quick and humane method to dispatch an animal.”)

Even if there’s a 1 in 100 chance the fox will meet such a fate, is it morally permissible to chase it for fun? If you believe that animal suffering matters significantly, then fox hunting of any kind is an unequivocal wrong. That opinion was apparently shared by one of the bicyclists who recently called a Potomac Hunt member “a f—ing barbarian” as they crossed paths mid-hunt.

But does the fox — assuming it survives — suffer during a hunt? Science can provide only a partial answer. Speculating too vividly, and in too human terms, about the inner lives of animals is taboo among many academics. Benjamin Sacks, a biologist and fox expert at the University of California at Davis, had this to say about the impact of hunting on foxes: “Like any wild animal, a fox’s life revolves around getting their requisite needs fulfilled, and at the very least getting chased around all day gets in the way of their plans and prevents them from hunting and from provisioning their mate or their offspring. I suspect if you were to look at cortisol [stress hormone] levels, you’d find that, yeah, if you chase them, those go up,” he said. “And if you’re both energetically stressed and hormonally stressed, that tends to lower your immune system, and so you’re more susceptible to all kinds of diseases, et cetera.” He declined, however, to offer an opinion on the morality of fox hunting itself.

Rachael Kern, 17, takes part in a trivia game centered around fox hunting terminology during a holiday party for junior members of the Potomac Hunt Club on Sunday December 17, 2017 in Dickerson, MD. (Photo by Matt McClain/The Washington Post)
Tracey Trigona joins with others to eat and drink following a Potomac Hunt Club fox hunt on Sunday December 17, 2017 in Dickerson, MD. (Photo by Matt McClain/The Washington Post)
From left: Rachael Kern, 17, takes part in a trivia game about fox hunting terminology during a holiday party for junior members of the Potomac Hunt club; Tracey Trigona and others with the Potomac Hunt socialize after a fox hunt in Dickerson, Md.

Laypeople, then, are largely left to reach their own conclusions about how a fox might experience being hounded from point to point across the countryside. And the evidence suggests that American popular sentiment may be trending in one direction. In 2015, 60 percent of Americans told Gallup that animals deserve “some rights,” while a third of respondents — the highest ever — said that animals should have the same rights as people. In England, Scotland and Wales, where a pair of bills in the early aughts banned many forms of fox hunting, opposition to the practice is near an all-time high. In a 2017 poll commissioned by the League Against Cruel Sports, some 85 percent of the British public opposed lifting the current restrictions.

Perhaps most persuasive on the side of animal rights are a bevy of social media accounts like juniperfoxx (Instagram followers: 2.1 million). Domesticated foxes like Juniper and her fellow pet, Fig, have been instrumental to the “dog-ification” of a species whose ancestors originally diverged from other canines some 10 million years ago. Watch as Juniper unwraps her Christmas presents, romps across her owners’ bed and fluffs her bushy tail. With every upload, an implicit plea: How could you ever hunt me?

Defenders of fox hunting are less sentimental about their quarry, if curiously anthropomorphic in tone. “I’m not going to say he’s enjoying it,” Fine explains. “It must be a nuisance to him, because all he wants to do is put food on his table and mate. But he’s a predator just like other animals, and he knows what the game is. I don’t think he feels terror if he’s not pressed too hard. It’s just a nuisance and he just takes it as he can, and if he can fool them, that’s it. That’s his job.”

Brynn Miller, 7, leaning against a foxhound, along with Lainey Kammerer, 13, and Brynn’s sister, Hadley Miller, 10, during a meeting for members of the Potomac Hunt's junior fox hunting program. Brynn has been on at least 50 hunts with her horse, Rocky.

The morning of my second hunt in December was warm and sunny. But the night before, temperatures had dropped below freezing, leaving the open ground hard and slippery, “like oil on an ice-skating rink,” as one rider described it. At an early juncture, one hunt participant was thrown from her horse and briefly knocked unconscious; she was eventually taken to a hospital by an ambulance. (She has since recovered.) The rest of the field took this event in remarkable stride: It turns out that such dangers go hand in hand with the chase. Two of the Potomac Hunt’s four masters have broken their necks; many more hunt members have cracked their ribs or injured their hips.

With the injured rider safely removed, the hunt resumed. Flushed from its covert, the fox led the field racing across copse and pasture and into a swampy creek bed. As the group emerged from the woods, Kiely once again predicted the path of his quarry and directed most of the field to jump over a fence and to climb a small hill. From there, the hunt was afforded a rare treat: the sight of the fox sprinting ahead, followed a few minutes later by the pack of hounds in noisome pursuit.

Allen Forney shares the road with a car during a Potomac Hunt club fox hunt in December.

The most notable aspect of the second hunt was its large field — some 20 riders strong, including several young people. Brynn Miller, who at 7 years old was the youngest rider in the field, has been on at least 50 hunts with her horse, Rocky. “I like going fox hunting,” she said. “It’s open, it’s sort of like running around, you’re chasing and you’re running and you’re exercising your horse at the same time.”

It’s young riders like Brynn who will guide the future of fox hunting in America, whatever that may be. In Potomac, an effort is underway to look for the next generation of fox hunters. “We’re such a close-knit community, and I think if you don’t grow up in this community — ah, this is not going to sound good. … We haven’t always done a good job of reaching out beyond our community,” said Jennifer Queen, a member of the Potomac Hunt. To fix that, Queen started a juniors club three years ago that exposes local kids to the basics of the hunt.

Some of these juniors, who were attending a recent meeting at the hunt’s offices, explained what they love about the sport: “It’s a crazy rush, especially if you’re in the first field,” said Samantha Heller, 14. Explained Rachael Kearn, 17: “It’s such freedom, too, the way you can move with your horse [compared with] when you’re in an arena for practice.” Heller described a recent hunt she’d shared with Kearn: “We went down into a creek and just galloped flat out onto a straightaway. And we just looked at each other after and said, ‘That was the coolest thing that ever happened!’ ”

The hope is that these juniors will go out into their community and dispel skepticism about the hunt. Robert Queen, 17, recounted conversations he’d had with classmates: “People always say, ‘Oh my God, do you kill it?’ ”

“No, we don’t,” he recalled telling them. “We don’t have the ability to hunt and kill it, because we wouldn’t have a sport anymore!” As for the fox? “Honestly,” he said, “the ones that I see, they enjoy it.”

This kind of person-to-person diplomacy probably isn’t enough to stem the tide of history. But that doesn’t mean the hunts will vanish entirely. It’s hard to think of a sport more out of step with this era than the elite pastime of fox hunting, and yet it’s also hard to think of a sport more demonstrably, historically American. For all of our feints at egalitarianism, this has always been a place where those with means could retreat into the countryside and impose their will on land, man and beast.

David Walter is a writer in New York.


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