POVERTY BAY HOUNDS.

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LI, Issue 16806, 12 August 1925, Page 12

POVERTY BAY HOUNDS.

(By “Snaffles.”)

Hunting dies hard, and an extra “last day” was thoroughly enjoyed 1 by a largo field on Saturday, when those good sportsmen, tho Messrs A. J. and D. P. Cameron welcomed hounds to Pouparae. One of the brightest days yet enjoyed ensued, and, finding quickly on the river side, our hare was forced to face tho open, as houndh rattled her along on a burning scent. She ultimately made a large maize paddock, and hounds divided on a fresh hare, but the body of the pack stuck to the hunted one, and the rest were got on to them just in time to race along for the last quarter of a, mile before they killed. Finding again in the next paddock, hounds ran hard towards Waerenga-a hika, and came back right-handed over the newly ploughed stock road near the main road, which took toll of the hunts men and two members of the field, whilst previous to this tlireo or four others had met mother earth with considerable force, but getting going again and dipping in with bounds, whp turned short back, and running on with the pace considerably increasing, they killed their second bare also fair and square in tho open.

Drawing on then ov'er the large paddocks towards the Bushnicrc road, a. really good hare went stoutly away, and crossing tho stock road again gave tho motoring detachment a fine view of the hunt as they ran on straight away past the front of Pouparae homestead; eventually turning down to the river and running the bank back right-handed. The hunting powers of the pack w-re not to he denied, however, and limiting her prettily along the silt they again forced her. to face the open, rolling her over against the orchard fence at Pouparae, This hare must have foreseen our needs, as we finished up close to the homestead, where all wore made welcome and received much needed refreshment. The healths of Mrs Cameron and the Messrs* Cameron—the best supporters of (lie sport of kings in Poverty l’ay—having been honored, Mr Cameron in thanking all for the toast, gave it as his opinion that there was.no music in the world like the cry of hounds, and that there was no greater defenco against Bolshevism and strife generally than the goodfcllowship and spirit of manly enterprise engendered by hunting.

Time, with a brilliant finale to a good season’s sport, the field wended their various homeward ways with only ono regret—that this was really the final day—that “them si inkin’ violets” are in bloom, and we shall not ride after hounds again until “the last dahlia is dead.”