It's about the Hounds, Horses and Riding in Beautiful Country
On a cool fall morning, the four beat staccato of hooves carry you out of the woods and into a field. As you crest a hill, trails through the heavy dew spread out in front of you, each created by one in the pack of foxhounds working together to find the scent that was strategically dragged for the hounds to follow. The tri-color hound strikes the scent and his cry rallies the rest of the pack, encouraged by the doubling of the huntsman’s horn. While this could easily be a tale from a century ago in England, members of the Long Lake Hounds experience it twice a week across a variety of locations in the west-metro.