Fox hunt

The yearly fox hunt Hubertusjagten took place today in the woods close to me. The event is named after Saint Hubertus, who after meeting a deer with its horn unwinded with a crucifix, converted to Christianity and went to Rome.


We went a bit north where we joined 40-50.000 other warmly dressed wannabee hunters dressed up in a mixture of Hunter boots, Burberry sqares, hip flasks and fur coats.



We were equiped with croissants, wooden socks and a slightly reminder of Saturdays party.
It was freezing cold to wait for the horses to pass the pond, but we endured thanks to the superior goal of this day,
which was not regarding a transforming experience with a Catholic deer, but as down to earth as hoping for some riders to fall into the muddy water.
What a strange hope...
Nevertheless it was what the camera lenses
and the mob were all eager to witness. Luckily for the riders we were disappointed at that point, but what a beautiful morning, and how ambitious a program for a sunday following a Saturday night!