Yesterday we sabbed the Stevenstone hunt. You’d think things couldn’t get much worse for this hunt after Jess Harrison, but they are now led by some sort of evil Welsh gnome who has less hound control than even ‘half pack’ Harrison. We can’t believe it either.
The hunt met at Elmfield Farm near Milton Damerel and mustered 2, yes 2, field riders. A bunch of ancient animal abusers were taken off life support for the morning to eat some cheap sausage rolls and drink Tesco’s finest port wine at the meet, while huntsman Steve ‘scatter-pack’ James struggled to control his hounds in the farmyard, or even be heard over them. A pretty good indicator of the rest of the day.
While everyone was waiting for the hunt to set off from Elmfield Farm, the landowner came over to tell us that a cattle lorry had come from London and Birmingham to dump 200 urban foxes in the north Devon countryside. “They all had scurvy”… Whatever they put in the drink at this meet, it’s clearly mind-altering stuff.
To start the morning Steve James rode into the slurry pit of a field near Milton Mill, let his hounds check the corner, then gave up and went south towards Berry Wood where he spent most of the morning. Sabs saw several foxes to safety as huntsman ‘scatter-pack’ Steve struggled to remember which horn call to use for what and we spent quite a while watching the hounds run in confused circles in the fields around the river. You can’t leave the road in Devon without seeing something vile, and yesterday we came across a dead, partially eaten cow. The hounds also found it and ate part of the carcass while ignoring the huntsman several fields away. When the huntsman had enough of losing his hounds in front of us he decided to ride off as fast as he could, south to Thornbury and lose his hounds in private. He managed this immediately and we quickly caught up with him on the road with one hound and two riders. He spent a while trying to gather the rest, who came one at a time from every direction. He then went slowly back home, stopping on the way to argue with one of his followers about where to draw next. Mercifully for everyone, he didn’t draw anything and packed up his hounds at around 4.30.
To stave off boredom, the hunt support got drunk and tried to see how many people they could fit on a quad bike. They got up to 4, which is probably as high as they can count. Scum of scum Anthony Hemmings, Ben Vincent & Lydia Peers decided to spend the day assaulting sabs and damaging our vehicle.
We’re not deterred by violence, we’re motivated to keep coming back every time it happens, and to bring our friends. This pathetic lot are openly hated in Milton Damerel and the Stevenstone hunt looks to be dying. We’ll be glad to help push it over the edge.
Yesterday they hunted (among others) on land belonging to Stephen Sluggett at Elmfield Farm, Vanstone at Berry Farm, and Poole at East Wonford House Farm.
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