Fox Hunting.....

solley attwell said:
Ahh yeah. Just like when 20 football thugs with knives chase 2 unsuspecting opposition fans through dark lit streets and alleyways. It's just a bit of Craic and everyone is having a jolly ol time too
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No, not really. More like when those of us who like to shoot or fish do that, except of course it's about class rather than fox welfare really - 'the hunt' being perceived as aristocratic.
 
Mazzarelli's Swiss Cheese said:
No, not really. More like when those of us who like to shoot or fish do that, except of course it's about class rather than fox welfare really - 'the hunt' being perceived as aristocratic.
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Nothing to do with class. Watching a bunch of scroats in a council estate abusing a cat for fun is as repulsive as toffs enjoying watching foxes being ripped apart at a hunt
 
Mazzarelli's Swiss Cheese said:
No, not really. More like when those of us who like to shoot or fish do that, except of course it's about class rather than fox welfare really - 'the hunt' being perceived as aristocratic.
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You’re right, it is about class. Class is the reason that this ‘sport’ wasn’t banned decades ago along with cruel sports that were popular with the working classes. Those were banned in 1835, but we had to wait nearly 200 years to see the ‘aristocratic’ cruelty banned. Class is the reason for the utterly light touch policing of hunting. Class is the reason that a sitting MP can host an illegal hunt with no consequences, even from the media. Imagine if Angela Rayner was hosting a dog fighting gang in her back garden. So yeah you’re right, it is about class. It’s yet another area of ‘one rule for them…’
 
Blue and true said:
Sick c**ts. And whilst it doesn't make you a paedophile, it makes you a sociopath. Anyone who enjoys watching and hearing a defensive animal being ripped painfully to shreds is missing something fundamental that is otherwise found in a kind, well-natured human being.
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OK Sonny, it's quite apparent that you have never been near a hunt and only know what you do from social media etc, which of course as we all know, is accurate and perfectly true.

You have a very emotional, ill-informed vision of a gang of riders screaming hysterically and frothing at the mouth with excitement while watching a fox ripped to shreds, Blood and guts strewn all around.

For your sake, let's analyze this fox hunting malarkey a little, but in a simplistic form.

On the morning the hunting people all meet and have a chat and generally socialize before setting off. Much like you would on match day in the pub.

The hounds are sent to a particular place, perhaps an area of woodland where the huntsman believes a fox might be. They search this area, it's called a 'draw'. Nothing is found, so they move to another area and do the same. This continues until the hounds pick up the scent of a fox and give chase.

The fox is a smart character and leads the hounds in various directions in an effort to lose them. Through hedges, over streams, backtracking, all over the place and is actually very interesting to watch. You would expect the fox to be in a panic and just run, but they don't, they use the land just as much as they do agility and speed. Sometimes it's successful in getting away, sometimes it's not. (I won't go into blocking dens, because I've never agreed with it).

While this chase is going on and the fox with the hounds in pursuit are racing from field to field, where do you think the jolly old peeps on horseback are?
They are having a blast racing across the farmers field and jumping any hedges that are not too high....or not barbed wire.

If the fox is eventually caught by the hounds, where do you think your toffs are? Miles behind, having a grand old time of it.

What do you think happens, the hounds get to the fox and he turns around and says,
"Fair cop Guv, you got me."

"Can we just 'ang on for a few minutes until the 'orsey folk catch up please. I'd 'ate to go to all the trouble of being savagely ripped apart with only you couple o' folk watching. 'ardly seems worth it mate".

What most are not doing, is being there to witness the kill.

Galloping across farmers fields, jumping his hedges and the socializing is what many, if not most, are there for.

If you ask the question, "How did you get on today?"

The response would be something like, "We caught a dog fox".

What's this "We".........they only know because most often somebody told them!!!
 
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