Everyone who participates acknowledges it takes a particular, even peculiar sort of person to take part in a hunt. John Mail of the hunt staff decided motorcycle racing was not exciting enough so he turns to fox hunting. Oh, hey, you are just flying across country. I mean, you are on an animal that weighs 1,200 pounds and has a brain the size of a pea. Okay, it's like race cars.
People go for the thrills and the spills and out here they do the same thing.
Today's hunt should be even more interesting because the pack will be twice as large. 30 more hounds from Reno, Nevada are joining the hunt and they are ready to go. Anyone who thought a Sunday morning hunt would be more leisurely was sorely mistaken, perhaps just plain sore. The first of the riders and all of the pack had just cleared the first fence row when the lead hound picks up the scent. That sends the entire hunt back across the fence and over a hill.