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Horses & Hounds Ultimate Country Living
Scottish Common Ride Adventures
Hunt Memories
No, No, Not the Boot
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Editor & Master’s Message
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Ultimate Country Living
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Huntsman’s Report
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Elora Horse & Hound Parade
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President's Message
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Dîner al Fresco en Blanc
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Hunt Memories - Sally Merrill
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Junior Member
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Big Scottish Adventure - Parts 1 & 2
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Opening Meet 2019
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ECH Hunt Ball
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What Makes a Good Field Hunter
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Loose Horses
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Hounds in the House
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Ad Index/Contributors
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In the Field
8 Editor Mrs. Christine Gracey MFH Art Director Mrs. Karin McDonald Masters of Foxhounds (MFH) Mrs. Christine Gracey MFH Mrs. Susan Rasmussen MFH Dr. Wendy Brett MFH
23 Road Whips Mr. Jeremy Shrubbs Mr. Hugh Robertson Mr. Michael Givlin Grady Givlin (Jr.)
Huntsman Mr. Mark McManus
Board of Directors President - Mrs. Susan Murdoch Vice President/Treasurer - Dr. Wendy Brett Secretary - Mrs. Tina Walker Mr. Tony Connolly Mrs. Deborah Shortill Mr. John Quayle
Honorary Whipper’s In Mrs. Tina Walker Mrs. Sara Welsh Teddy Welsh (Jr.)
Images © Karin McDonald unless otherwise noted www.kmgdesign.ca 905.702.0129
26 For more information on the Eglinton and Caledon Hounds please contact: Mrs. Tina Walker, H onorary Secretary secretaryech@gmail.com For upcoming events, news & images: www.eglintoncaledonhounds.com Eglinton and Caledon Hounds
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Master's Notes I really enjoy putting together our annual Stirrup Cup magazine with the expert help of our Art Director Karin McDonald. It is a wonderful way to commemorate our adventures and activities throughout the year. It also serves to thank our generous landowners who graciously allow us access to their beautiful properties in Caledon, Dufferin, East Garafraxa, Mono and Southgate. We are also able to showcase sponsors and supporters who trust us to advertise their services. 2019 has been a fantastic year for Eglinton and Caledon Hounds. Although we got a very limited and slow start in the spring due to weather, we have had many successes since then. Both our Spring and Fall Hunter Paces were well attended. Our inaugural Dinner en Blanc was a magical evening under the stars. Our early season Meets were good fun and we have had some great runs. Our 2019 Opening Meet and Master’s breakfast was one for the records. The recent Hunt Ball was so enjoyable! The Joint-Masters and the Board of Directors are doing our best to ensure our Members get good value for their membership and have memorable experiences all year long. We are working to ensure ECH flourishes and moves forward so that the next generation of Members can have the same camaraderie and enjoyment and traditions that we so enjoy, month by month, season by season and year by year. I hope you enjoy our magazine and the fantastic articles and photos within it. Christine Gracey MFH, Eglinton and Caledon Hounds Editor, Stirrup Cup Magazine
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Huntsman's Report LM
I am pleased to report that the hounds are responding well to me and are settled and fit, and working hard on hunting days. We have seven puppies to enter next year; a mix of well bred drafts and homebred hounds. We are hoping they do well at next year’s Canadian Foxhound Show, which Eglinton and Caledon Hounds will be hosting June 6, 2020 at the ECH Kennels and the Caledon Riding Club. We have retired a couple of hounds this past year and they have transitioned well to their lives as house hounds. I have enjoyed getting to know everyone better in this past year. From our many great Landowners to our Members, there are so many friendly and accommodating people. I have had great support from the Caledon Riding Club members, as well as staff and members of neighbouring hunts. I really enjoy our Hunt country and our Fixtures and am looking forward to being here for many years. We have started working to clear and trim some existing trails and cut some new ones, to maintain our jumps and hopefully add some new jumps in the coming year. The Axe Club is the name of the group of volunteer members who have started helping me in this work – thank you! I want everyone to know that the Kennels are open for Members and guests to come visit and see our great hounds – just call first so I can make sure the coffee is on!
Tom Clarke
Mark McManus, Huntsman Eglinton and Caledon Hounds
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member’s notes
No, No, Not the Boot! It was a dark and stormy night but by 6:00am the ECH huntsman was up and getting the hounds ready for the scheduled Saturday Meet. The Whipper-In was there too, preparing the Hunt horses ready for the day’s hunting. She helped out around the Kennels on a regular basis as well as riding on Hunt days as a Whipper-in...
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he meet on this Saturday was scheduled to be at Blithe Hill, one of the best locations in the ECH country. It was promising to be a good day’s hunting just as long as the weather didn’t deteriorate. It had rained solidly throughout the night but was easing up as the sky lightened with the coming of dawn. The Huntsman looked up at the dark clouds as they scudded across the sky. With the unerring instinct of a true countryman, he felt matters would be much improved by the time the hounds moved off on the dot of ten. Moisture on the ground enables the hounds to pick up the scent of a coyote or fox that had passed by recently but if there was too much rain it could wash away all traces of the line. The footing was going to be heavy but if the clouds dispersed and the sun came out, the scenting could be excellent. Hounds can run fast when the warmth of the sun lifts the scent off the ground to nose height. The prospects for the day’s sport were promising. The dual-purpose trailer had been hitched on to the heavy-duty RAM 2500 hunt truck the night before. Last night, the Huntsman had made the list of hounds who would be hunting that day. He had stroked a pencil through the names of Damper and Corker first as they both needed a rest while injuries to their footpads healed. Two of the bitches in the pack that were in season would be left behind. Fancy and Stringer were two new entries that were inclined to wander off on their own rather than listening to the Huntsman’s instructions. Today’s country was tricky and close to a busy highway so it was not a good
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location for hounds to be wandering off on their own. He made a mental note to couple them next time with two of the older and steadiest hounds in the pack. Those two would stay behind this morning. The rest of the hounds in kennels would be coming. Each hound in the kennel knew that this was a Hunt day. Excitement reigned and every hound made it known that they were keen to be going. The noise of 20 couple (40 dogs in hunting parlance) howling at the top of their lungs must have pricked up the ears of any coyotes within five kilometres of the ECH kennels. The Whipper-In stood at the gate of the outside run trying desperately to release only those hounds that were on the list. Once released from the confines of the outdoor run, the attention moved to the trailer. As each hound went up the ramp and into the double-decked section where the hounds were penned, their names were ticked off on the selected list. At the same time, a numbered electronic collar was tossed into an empty milk crate. At the meet and before
disembarking, each hound would have an identifying collar attached. All hounds must be accounted for both before and after the day’s sport. With the hounds loaded in the front half of the trailer, the dividing panel was swung across inside the trailer and the two Hunt horses stepped up and into the rear half. No problem here as the horses also knew what day it was and looked forward to doing their job and having a day of cross country exercise. The prospect of an extra scoop of rolled oats and grain at the end of the day may also have crossed their minds. As the truck and trailer turned through the gates at Blithe Hill, a shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds and the automatic windscreen wipers clicked into their housed position. The prospects looked good. Mrs. Jean Watson, our ever-welcoming hostess, was there with her daughter Caroline. The port or sherry stirrup cups were handed out, soothing anxious nerves and raising courage among the riders. The Huntsman; in his inimitable (Continued on page 34)
ECH honorary member, Derek French, is the author of That's the Spirit! The lighter side of life in wartime Britain.
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Social Scene
Photos: Karin McDonald
DĂŽner al Fresco en Blanc
Guests meandered up the candle lit pathway to arrive at a beautifully decorated white tent and the sounds of the Chris Nichols Jazz Trio 8
A Magical Evening Spent Under the Stars! By Deb Shortill
As guests arrived at Hilltopper Hollow Farm in Mono on a beautiful July evening, they were greeted with a traditional Stirrup Cup of Port or Sherry, located opposite the Stewarts Equipment display. As they chatted and mingled, the sounds of the Chris Nichols Jazz Trio drew the guests along the candlelit walkway towards the edge of the field of oats, surrounded and protected by towering century old Maple trees. The glowing white marquee tents were set for drinks and a fantastic dinner; suckling pig roasted on site by Howard the Butcher. Dr. Bug had worked his magic so that there were no pesky mosquitos or flies to distract people from their enjoyment of the evening. Guests bought raffle tickets for a chance to win their choice of the many and varied gift baskets that were one of the highlights of the evening with a portion of proceeds going to the Upper Credit Humane Society. After this excitement the Homegrown band had everyone dancing until the wee hours of the morning, topping off a magical evening under the stars. y Photos: Karin McDonald
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junior member
Tally Ho and Kick On!
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by Teddy Welsh
Hi, my name is Teddy Welsh and I’ve been riding and taking lessons since I was three and have been hunting for five seasons. Over the course of those five seasons, I’ve hunted with Chagrin Valley, Traders Point, Sewickley and Eglinton & Caledon. I’d like to hunt with Blue Ridge and Mr. Stuart’s Cheshire Hounds as well. Currently, I am a junior member with the Eglinton & Caledon Hounds. It has truly been a great experience, even though it is almost six hours away. I enjoy hunting with ECH because the people are very nice and ride really well. This year I started whipping-in and it is so much fun! I like it because you can see the hounds work up close and you get to learn the hound’s names quickly. This year the Junior North American Field Hunter Championship Qualifier was hosted by Toronto North York Hunt, from their kennels fixture, and it was so much fun. Like most hunt mornings, this one started early, and I had to get over to Openwood Farm to get my horse and tack ready for the day. Juniors needed to do everything themselves because we were being judged on not only how we rode but our turnout as well. This wasn’t about how well your mom or dad turned out your horse. Once we got to the fixture, and finished getting ready, all the competitors trying to qualify for the finals had to ride over a cross country course in front of the judges. This was so that the judges could make sure we were able to safely hunt in our chosen fields. Marcy was perfect! After everyone had a chance to go, we set off hunting for over 4 hours chasing 2 different coyotes! Marcy and I did qualify this year, but we will not be going on to the finals in Virginia as it is still a hunting weekend at ECH. Overall, it has been a fun experience hunting with ECH and learning how the different territories in North America affect the way the hounds hunt. The openness of the terrain is beautiful and there are many opportunities to watch the hounds hunt. Let’s finish the season on a high note – Tally Ho and Kick on! y
Teddy aboard Marcy showing perfect form over the coop during the Junior North American Field Hunter Championship Qualifier in Mulmur, ON. (Photo: Karin McDonald) 10
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opening meet
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he 2019 Eglinton and Caledon Hounds Opening Meet turned out to be a wonderful
day in so many ways. We met at Ramshead, hosted by
the Kindbom family in our traditional Hunt territory in Caledon. While the weather was extremely hot, the sun was shining and we could see hints of the fall colours just starting to show. After a Stirrup Cup and photos we headed out, with Master Sue Rasmussen and new Master Dr. Wendy Brett leading first field and Master Christine Gracey leading second field.
R Huntsman Mark McManus and hounds took everyone on a scorching run up and down the forest behind Ramshead until horses, hounds and people were all so hot that the decision was made to call it a day. That gave us plenty of time to get horses and hounds home and prepare for Round 2.
R The Masters Breakfast was hosted in the century bank barn at the home of Master Dr. Wendy Brett and Dr. Jeff Wilson. A recent renovation to the barn, in order to host their son’s wedding meant it provided a stunning venue to host a breakfast. The weather continued to cooperate and we had a lovely evening with great company, wonderful food, generous drinks and lots of stories of the day to be told. More than one person was heard to say ‘Best Opening Meet ever!’ y
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Hunting 101
What makes a good field hunter? Factors such as hardiness, conformation, temperament and endurance are all important for mounted hunting. Is your horse suited?
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If you've asked yourself, would my horse make a good hunt horse here are some things to consider... although the qualities of the show hunter are based on those of the field hunter such as rhythm, manners, movement, and clean jumping form, the field hunter's primary requirements have more to do with ability, efficiency and durability. They must be able to keep up with the field, negotiate any type of terrain or footing competently, and be brave, agile and competent while doing it. In fact, a good 1st flight field hunter is similar to a good cross-country horse as it must gallop and jump over varied terrain. Obstacles that you might find in the hunting field include ditches, logs, coops, stone walls, rails and occasionally water. Aside from bravery, horses ridden to hounds should be level headed and possess a good amount of stamina to handle long days. You could say that the best field hunters are like all-terrain vehicles – they do not think twice about tackling new obstacles or an unexpected surprise and they get the job done, safely and competently. While some riders might recommend certain breeds for this pursuit, it is truly performance that matters most! Manners are paramount, as is comfort. Good field hunters should be calm to hack, should LOVE hounds, and be able to stand still in anticipation rather than exploding with nervous tension. Riding safely at speed, the ability to stay under control, and attitude all play a vital role for the field hunter. It matters not whether he looks like a peacock or a plow horse, so long as he can do the job well, and bring his rider safely home at the end of the day. y Photos courtesy Karin McDonald 15
HOUNDS in the HOUSE Q
Written by Heidi Sauder-Mach
“Hounds are such smart, agreeable dogs that it doesn’t take them long to figure out their new purpose and settle right in.” 16
t all started with “Playboy”, a Toronto North York hound puppy I was looking after for the summer. As a “Puppy Walker” for TNYH I foster a foxhound puppy or two to socialize them with other dogs and animals, teach them their names, introduce them to walking with good manners, and to just let them grow up and mature. It is often difficult when it is time for the puppies to leave the farm and go back to the kennels to start their training as you do bond with them over this time. Yet it is quite rewarding to see your hound pups out in the field the next season enjoying their life with the hunt. I noticed Playboy had started limping a week or so prior to when he was supposed to return to the kennels. I assumed he had strained something playing rough with his sister “Passion”. While she went back to the kennels without him, Playboy stayed to rest and recover. When it did not get better over time, the hunt club had x-rays taken. It was then discovered that he had OCD (a bone growth disorder) in his shoulder and would need surgery to correct it. Unfortunately even with surgery a hunt career would not be in Playboy’s future. At this point there had not been a good solution for a hound that cannot, or does not want to hunt, or for hounds that had a good hunting career, but had enough and now and would prefer to lay in the shade under a tree than chase things. In 2016, with the help of my husband Derek Mach, and co-director and friend Ron P. Adam, we started Heidi’s Horse and Hound Retirement, a registered not for profit that rehabilitates and rehomes “retired” hounds and horses, hunting dogs, and rescues. We are privileged to work with hunt clubs such as Toronto North York Hunt, Montreal Hunt Club, and Griffith Island. We also have been able to help several rescues, private owners, and other not for profits/ dog rescues. To date we have successfully found homes for nine retired hounds, and seven rescue hounds. It has been such a positive experience working with and helping
Images: Heidi Sauder-Mach
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ECH Retired hound Lola so happy in her new adoptive home!
these animals. Hounds are such smart, agreeable dogs that it doesn’t take them long to figure out their new purpose and settle right in. Our retired hounds are already very well trained. We utilize this training when rehabilitating the hounds from kennel to house life. They are obedient and good listeners, they are friendly and social enjoying the companionship of people and other animals. They easily become part of the family. A wonderful example of this is “Graceful”. Graceful was retired from the TNYH kennel at the age of 7. She had a full, fun life chasing coyote, but now on hunt days preferred to stay home and sunbathe. We were able to give her the opportunity to live her retired years with the companionship of a family that adores her, takes her on adventures, has a cozy couch to nap on, and all the sunbathing she’d like. Graceful was even able to help their daughter get over her fear of dogs. She was such a good example of how nice our hounds are that they decided two hounds would be better than one! In January 2018 they adopted Judge, a three year old foxhound from the Montreal Hunt Club. Judge had not shown any interest in chasing coyote. He much preferred the company of the hunt staff and would spend his career hunting them out instead. Judge is now training for a new career of being a service dog for his little girl. He is a happy boy, sharing his love and companionship with his people, and our “Gracie”. Playboy helped start something very special. He is a big part of our family, giving us so much joy and love. He is a wonderful example for all our foster hounds showing them what retired life is all about. We are blessed to have other loving families that welcome our hounds into their homes. With them and the support and donations from the hunt clubs and members, friends and community we are able to continue to help these amazing hounds start the next chapter of their lives. Heidi’s Horse and Hound Retirement is a registered not for profit, run solely on donations. If you are interested in adopting, donating, or joining us for our next fundraiser please visit us on facebook Fb.me/HeidisHorseandHoundRetirement 17
In the Field Photographers Tom Clarke & Karin McDonald capture the essence of days spent riding to hounds.
Horses and Hounds
Ultimate Country Living
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eople always seem surprised when I tell them that in our immediate area there are horses and hounds, red coats and all! “Riding to hounds” is all about the horses and dogs (referred to as “hounds” in hunting circles), and enjoying the beautiful outdoors. Living Spaces talked to The Eglinton and Caledon Hounds in the Caledon area. Still an active sport, there exist today 168 recognized hunts in North America, overseen by the sport’s self regulating governing body the Masters of Foxhounds Association whose many functions can be seen at www.mfha.com . Last year, the Eglinton and Caledon Hounds held a Hunt Festival where horses and riders came from Montreal, Ottawa, Hamilton and the USA as well.
The Eglinton Hunt became a separate offshoot in 1930 of the Toronto Hunt (founded in 1843, later the Toronto and North York Hunt). With Toronto’s expansion, they moved to Caledon in 1963 and became the Eglinton and Caledon Hounds. Do you need a fancy horse as a hunter? No. “Beauty is as beauty does”. Of course, in their owners’ eyes they are all beautiful horses. The important thing is they are fit and comfortable going cross country, have a “head” for the hounds and different footing, and are “sensible”. Yes, there are a lot of traditions, often developed for safety reasons. The rules have not substantially changed for centuries. Proper footwear and a helmet are necessary. The jackets and high boots protect riders from brush and branches. Even
Written by Diana Janosik-Wronski. Originally published by Living Spaces magazine, and reprinted with their permission.
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the white hunting stocks on the shirts can do double duty as slings and tourniquets “if required”. As for the formal jackets, the colours are all meaningful. Originally the red, or scarlet, jackets worn by the “Master of the Hunt” (whether man or woman) imitated British military uniforms. The popular term “Pink” is often thought to come from the London, England tailor Mr. Pink. Some Hunts’ masters do not wear red due to other traditions. The red does make the Master of the Hunt very visible in the field. Men who are members in good standing, may wear red as well. Women wear a black or navy jacket in formal attire. Both men and women in good standing, as well as the Mas-
hunt has its favourite lines and they are kept by the “Huntsman” responsible for their welfare, exercise, breeding and training. Young puppies are often fostered by families to get them accustomed to people and basic handling first. Hounds are traditionally counted in couples and can vary greatly on a particular day. The Eglinton & Caledon generally go out with about 14 to 16 couple. The Huntsman controls the hounds’ direction regarding boundaries, roads and where the hunt is permitted. The “Whippers-in” or “Whips” are flanking riders to the Huntsman, helping with this. Those big whips they carry, are meant to make a loud “cracking” noise to get the hounds’ attention and nothing more.
Riding to hounds is not the “free for all” people think, far from it! ter, wear “colours” on their collars, an honourary designation and identifiably different to each hunt. “Ratcatcher” refers to informal attire with a tweed jacket and tan breeches. The Master is never overtaken, out of respect and safety. This person safely knows the terrain and the fields where the group has permission to ride, and where to lead the group. Riders are respectful of private property and will avoid or go in single file around the edges of fields of planted crops. Riding to hounds is not the “free for all” people think, far from it! You might see horses in the field with ribbons tied to the base of their tails. Red means the horse is likely to kick if approached too closely. Green means the horse is new or inexperienced, and they always go to the back of the group of riders. Helping the Master are the “Field Masters” who lead groups of riders. At any one time, a hunt can have two or three “fields” or groups, with riders who may not want to jump, or others who want to take it at a slower pace as “hill toppers. Watching the hounds work is part of the day out. Every 20
“Road Whips” follow in cars, to support Masters and Huntsman, putting on four way flashers to warn any oncoming traffic there are horses, riders and hounds coming. So how has the 21st Century made inroads in this very traditional pursuit? Radios! Each hound has a tracking device on its collar, so they may be found easily if they get carried away. The device tells the huntsman if any are missing and where they are. The Master, Field Masters, Huntsman,
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Whippers-in and Road Whips carry radios to stay in contact about their relative locations, as well as report any untoward events like “involuntary dismounts”. The sport is completely non-competitive, and almost any level of riding is accommodated. Historically, it has been done by farmers and landowners alike - not the elite as commonly held, and today people from all walks of life participate in it. Riding to hounds also provides family fun as it can be enjoyed at any age from as young as six to those members whose age is somewhere above 70. You don’t even have to be a rider! You can come out to see the hunt off in the mornings and help with the “stirrup cup” or be a “road whip”. The “stirrup cup” is a small glass of port or sherry offered from a silver tray along with sausage rolls or other snack to the mounted riders, prior to taking off. Then there’s the great social life afterwards at the “breakfasts” held after the hunt. Usually there is a dress up ball or barn dance in the spring or fall, informal fun summer rides (often followed by a picnic), and other activities! The horse and hound groups welcome interest. If you want to join for the day, an experienced rider will help you out, whether you ride English or Western. Or you can join as a supporting member for the friendly people and events! You can get more information from www.eglintoncaledonhounds.com You might say it’s the ultimate in the country living lifestyle! y
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Hounds on Parade The 7th Annual Elora Horse and Hound parade took place on October 6, with ECH Huntsman and hounds, horses and riders participating to raise money for the Groves Hospital Foundation and the Canadian Cancer Society. Many thanks to all organizers, volunteers and participants.
president's message It’s been a year of change, both at ECH and for me personally. After almost 50 years of ‘long distance’ hunting, Phillip and I made the move to the heart of Eglinton & Caledon country. Being minutes rather than hours away from hunting fixtures and friends, has been a life changing experience. It reminds us that the camaraderie and lasting friendships that develop in the hunting world are equally as exhilarating as the thrill of riding to hounds. And speaking of riding to hounds, ECH has had a memorable season with new members joining us as well as some old friends returning. Hounds have been performing brilliantly and there’s a feeling of excitement and anticipation about the future. Days spent in the glorious Ontario countryside, especially as the landscape turns to a tapestry of fall colours, remind us of how lucky we are to be able to share in a very special appreciation of the local environment. Thanks to our wonderful landowners, who allow us to ride on their property, we develop a special relationship with the wildlife and topography of the region. We value that relationship and strive to promote conservation and environmental stewardship through a knowledge and respect for the natural environment. And finally, thanks to the stakeholders, sponsors and advertisers that support our piece of the overall equestrian industry. We all work together to preserve the history, values and passion of riding to hounds for now and for future generations. Susan Murdoch President, Eglinton & Caledon Hounds
Spectators, horses, happy hounds and miniature, cuddly donation ponies took to the streets in beautiful downtown Elora for the 7th annual Horse & Hound Parade. 23
hunt memories
Sally Merrill A Hunting Icon
ally Merrill also known as "Mustang Sally" or just Mom instilled in us her love for Fox Hunting. Her Motto was: "Get Up! Dress Up! Show Up! And Look Ahead!" Another was: "There's no such thing as a bad day’s Hunting! Some are just better than others!" Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever possibly cause her to miss a Hunt! Weddings, Birthdays, Anniversaries, Showers, Funerals and Voting - all took a back seat to her beloved hunting. I remember her calling the blacksmith at midnight one time, asking him to come out before she left in the morning and to tack on a shoe that had come off in the stall. Being the good guy that he was, he arrived at 5:30 am to do just that. Mom and I met him at the barn. Sally had made him a coffee with a shot of brandy in it and said to him as she passed it his way: "Here you go young man drink this! It’ll wake you up, improve your eyesight (he wore thick coke bottle spectacles), and lift your spirits!". He accepted it, drank it, and happily tacked on the shoe. Ah yes, Brandy; that reminds me of Sally's flask. A dear friend had bought my Mother a very fine beautiful English leather sandwich case one Christmas. You know, the kind with the little dainty silver sandwich box and matching silver square flask, both fitting into this leather case just perfectly. When I was a tot Mom made peanut butter sandwiches for us to take hunting. Mine would get stuffed into my jacket pocket. Mom's (with crusts removed in order to fit) went into her sandwich case. I don't know exactly when she sojourned from peanut butter sandwiches to Remy Martin; some 20 years later or 3,000 coops afterward 24
(we jumped many more coops in those days). What she did was renovate her sandwich box by cutting the partition out so it might hold one large drinking vessel. She experimented with various shapes and sizes and it turned out that a square plastic Kaopectate bottle fit the best and most definitely held the most! Both Gus Shikedanz and Mom never drank anything but Remy. In the beginning Gus was horrified to see her drinking out of that Kaopectate bottle and certainly didn't accept her offer to share. However, years went by and the Kaopectate bottle was becoming a legend in it's own right and became known amongst the Field as the "Fence Reducer". Funny thing…. one day when we were getting ready to leave the Someday Farm Meet and jump out of the front field over the “Biggest Coop in the Land,” Mom pulled the Kaopectate bottle out and offered it to Gus saying; "Hey Gus have a little Fence Reducer". Gus responded with a smile and a giggle and lifted the Kaopectate bottle to his lips, drank deep and passed it back giving Mom a tap on the shoulder saying: "OK Now Ve Go!" Sally was always ready to give folks in the field a lead over a fence or pony a reluctant horse across a bridge or through a stream. Her advice was always the same; "Just hang on and stay in the middle. That's all you have to do!". These were familiar words because she gave me the same advice years earlier. For those of you who didn't know Sally you ought to know she was a Superb Horsewoman. She not only was one of the first women to ever ride a race but was also one of the first women to set foot on the backside of any racetrack; gaining her Trainers and Owners licenses and successfully campaigning in Florida, New York, here in Canada and also Cuba of all places. Anyway, back to my story.... Sally one Spring acquired a brilliant jumping pony
from the Murdock family and along with her horse knowledge devised a plan. This pony (Danzy) was to be my hunt pony (unbeknownst to me). And this was the plan; to keep my pony Danzy in the company of her hunt horse 24/7. They slept in the same stall, ate out of the same feed tub, drank from one bucket, were turned out together and were never ever separated all Summer. Fall came (I was 7) and Sally said "Honey you're coming hunting with me today." So without further adieu off we went. Kids back then didn't ask questions. We did as we were told and did it in short order. I remember her horse (a big grey horse named Gay Fiddle) loaded first and my pony in step right behind loaded second. Not much was said on the way but I remember her instructions when I got aboard Danzy at the Meet: "Now don't worry honey all you need to do is hang on and stay in the middle!" Kim on Danzy following Mom's lead!
Mackerel was she right! There was no way my pony was letting that grey horse out of sight! Danzy stuck to him like glue over every coop - no matter what size, leaving a distance at tops of one length between the horse and pony. If he couldn't jump it he'd run up one side and back down the other! I was like the tail on a kite! Those were fun and exciting times and to this day I thank Sally for introducing me to such a wonderful Sport! As Gus would say "Amen". By Kim Merrill
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Member's travels
Blaine and Peter’s Big Adventure
Blaine's Common Ride selfie!
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The This is absolutely something everyone, given the chance, should try.” ur journey was started with a one night Guinness infused stay in Dublin, complete with an eight am tour of the Jameson Factory and sampling. What a way to start up! We then headed over the Newcastle where our host gathered our team of 8 and delivered us to Ravenscluegh B&B. A 16th century farmhouse complete with a massive hill to hike over to get to the local pub. While there we went out for a day with the Otter Hounds. The Otter Hounds do all their work in the water, swimming for miles up and down the river. Needless to say we were wet from the belly button down as we crisscrossed the river a number of times. On the third day we took a tour of a sheep farm (3000 sheep) that actually farm on top of Hadrian’s Wall. The views in conjunction with the great food and wine made an absolute pristine day. Now the really good stuff; on the fifth day we loaded up in the van and headed to Langholm, Scotland for our Common Ride Experience. The Common Ride dates back to the 1700s when the commoners had to patrol the county boundaries to keep the British from stealing their livestock. I had no idea what to expect. We arrived a day early to go for a hack on our horse for the ride and see the evening before festivities. I was really impressed with the amount of people that came out to support the event. Not knowing what lay ahead, I thought the town full and not one more person could fit. I was wrong! The next morning all the people were back at six am along with a few hundred riders. As we rode quietly around the town the local pubs had trays
of whisky to serve as we rode by. Then we went around again, more whiskey! On the third trip around the town a fellow beside me said, “When we make this next turn hold on and kick on as hard as you can!” So we were three or four whiskeys in. I looked at our group made up of Peter and Terry O’Sullivan, Kathy Kenny, Deb Gee and Simon Kenny. Everyone had the same look on their face; it was a look of ”If I get through this you are dead.” We made the next turn, as far as I could see there were people lining the skinny street and horses single file in a very narrow path - going as fast as they could towards the massive mountain that lay ahead. Here is the scary part for me personally - we had maybe a four foot wide pathway. This path was sidelined with everyone cheering, including baby strollers, small children, wheelchairs and every screaming, shouting person in the county. As sparks flew off the horses shoes in front of me, I tried to navigate at absolutely top speed past all the people and push my mount knowing that we had a long way to go to get to the top. Once we were out of town and the horses ran flat of energy we broke to a walk. I looked ahead and saw a mass of horses lead by the Coronet. The Coronet is that year’s parade leader. I couldn’t believe it, as far as I could see were horses. Then I looked behind. Peter looked at me and I said ‘Turn around.’ When Peter turned around he too saw a line of horses as far as he could see. We rode around the four corners of Langholm County, stopping at the top of a hill for the town Crier to give an authentic war chant. Of course there was more whiskey, and we then made our way back into town for a final parade around
the village. Remember, these people had been having a party since six thirty in the morning. It was crazy, with people offering can of beers out of the windows of their houses, pub owners passing pints to the rides and people dancing in the streets. Oh yes, I must not forget the last hurrah. As we crossed a small river we came to a grass racetrack where all the riders had a race around the track at one time. Imagine, a few hundred riders racing on a grass track at the same time! ‘This is absolutely something everyone, given the chance, should try. I would describe it as a cross between Mardi Gras and the Running of the bulls in Pamplona.’ This custom tour was hosted by Simon & Georgie Kenny who run Border Ridge Sporting Tours in Northumberland, UK. We stayed in their 17th century farmhouse on their working hill farm. Simon has served 25 years in Hunt Service and Georgie has previously represented GB eventing and is a qualified Cook. Like their Facebook page to see more, and contact them to discuss your own tour. Email: Ravenscleugh@hotmail.com www.ravenscleugh.com ~ by Blaine Nicholls Hugh Robertson has done lots of Common Rides – about twenty years worth of them, prior to moving to Canada twenty-five years ago. However, he was in them to participate in the race meeting that went along with the rides; some the night before and some after the ride. Hugh started riding ponies in the races and moved (Continued on page 37) 27
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had been enjoying the photos and descriptions on FB that Blaine had been posting. I was also making notes on places to see as I was heading to Scotland in a couple of weeks to meet my husband Adam, after he finished his mountain bike trip across the country. When Blaine first mentioned that the riders in their group were doing a Scottish Common Ride. I quickly did a Google search to see what that was‌and then saw photos and videos‌and then looked up the dates of all the rides that were taking place. I was pretty excited to find out there was one taking place two days after I was arriving in Scotland, and one day before I was to meet Adam! I sent a couple of
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Christine (r) & her mount gallop up the last hill with a big 'HIp Hip Horray'
By Christine Gracey, MFH emails trying to arrange a hireling horse so I could do the ride, but was nicely told that horses were booked up months in advance, or even year to year. Then I saw another of Blaine’s FB posts on the day they were doing the ride. Knowing Blaine is a super salesman, I sent a text message asking if he could see if there was a horse available for the upcoming Coldstream Common Ride – for a visiting Master from Canada. It was less than ten minutes before receiving a return text saying it was all arranged. ‘Thank you Mr. Nicholls, I owe you lots and lots of port!’ My first sightseeing adventure upon arrival in Glasgow was a visit to the Selkies, in Falkirk. The huge horse sculptures were awe inspiring in their size and beauty. Seeing them made me even more excited for the upcoming horse adventure. I travelled by train to Berwick-on-Tweed was on the English side of the Scotland/ English border. A taxi ride took me to Tilmouth Park Country Hotel, which was very close to the location of the Coldstream ride, although still in England. The nearby border crossing was the old stone bridge over the River Tweed. The weather on the morning of the ride was sunny and a lovely temperature. I arrived at the meeting place in plenty of time to find my ride for the day. There were lots of lorries and trucks and trailers of varying sizes, as well as a tractor that
An impressive cell phone view crossing the bridge over the River Tweed
was already busy hauling out vehicles that had become stuck in the mud that was due to recent rains. I found Marjory of Edinburgh & Lasswade Riding Centre and she showed me my mount – a lovely big and solid paint. ‘He’s a good boy and he knows his job’ I was told. Upon mounting, I found that he thought his job was to eat as much grass as possible and that he was very strong. But once we started, he was perfect. The beginning of the ride was through the town of Coldstream, where everyone for miles around seemed to be on the sides of the road to watch and cheer ‘Hip Hip Hooray’ as almost 300 horses and riders passed through the town. The Common Rides take place as part of the Border towns Civic Pride week. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation and excitement. Once out of town we crossed the border on the old stone bridge and shortly after that started travelling through fields and tracks… and shortly after that we began to do lots of galloping! It was amazing to see all these horses and riders in a long line, snaking their way through the country trails and fields. I met so many interesting people as we rode along. Many of those riding had been doing this every year since childhood, and now had their own children riding alongside them. I received an invitation to join a group for their tailgate lunch at the halfway point. ‘Tailgate? I’m in!’ This was to take place at Flodden Field, where there would be a ceremony at the memorial that commemorated the Battle of Flodden, which took place in 1513. This was between James IV of Scotland and Henry VIII of England. (James was killed and the Scottish forces lost the battle.) But prior to the memorial service, the tailgate and a well-deserved break; the entire ride
galloped at full speed across the hillside, raising their fists in the air as they were cheered on by the crowd. There were a few people that parted company with their mounts throughout the day, but none so publicly as one of my tailgate hosts, whose saddle slipped on that final gallop before lunch. His comment as he walked up the hill after his horse, with saddle in hand was simply ‘Well that will be on Youtube in about ten minutes.’ After the memorial service and tailgate lunch, we remounted and headed back towards Coldstream. There was a beautiful view from this halfway point hilltop and I could see Coldstream down below. It didn’t seem to be that far away, but I was told that we were only halfway through a big circular loop. There were another three or more hours of riding ahead…and lots more galloping! But the scenery was beautiful, and the ongoing sight of all the horses and riders continued to impress me upon every new view. The return ride had just as many spectators seated or standing on the side of the road, cheering us on. I have to say that by the last hour of the ride, my ‘Hip, Hip Hooray’ had faded to the odd whimper. By the time we had returned to our starting point, and I had slowly slid from my saddle, it was 6:15pm (we had mounted at 10:15am). Upon giving my lovely paint a pat and a drink of water, I handed over the reins and shambled slowly into town, calling my taxi driver for a pickup. He returned me to my lovely country hotel; where I was given a warm welcome and the recommendation to have long and hot bath! The four flights of stairs to get up to my room felt pretty endless! It was a very long day, but one that will always be a wonderful memory and a fantastic start to my Scottish holiday. y 29
Social Scene
Dressed to the Nines Celebrating the season in style, on & off the dance floor!
The Eglinton and Caledon Hounds held their traditional Hunt Ball on October 18, at the Best Western Hotel in Orangeville. The men looked dapper in dress pinks, tuxedos and one lone kilt. All the women looked lovely in their long gowns, fancy dresses and sparkly best finery. Welcome drinks were consumed as everyone got caught up with old friends and had some great formal photos taken on the staircase in the hotel lobby. The Art Lang Trio provided some great atmospheric jazz music before dinner. Before, during and after the lovely dinner by Gourmandissimo, the tables full of interesting auction items were a popular hang-out spot. Hunt appointments, collectible books, clothing, trips and lots of other goodies were up for auction and there was some fierce bidding! Then we danced the rest of the night away with the always sensational New Boys band. One of the highlights of the evening was ECH member Maria Britto singing ‘Stand By Me’ with the band backing her up like they had been doing this together for years. Maria just insured that she will be getting requests at every ECH upcoming social event! Everyone attending this event had a great evening. It was a good plan to hold our Hunt that weekend on the Sunday instead of the Saturday, giving us all plenty of recovery time! y
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Loose Horses hen you grow up on a farm you get used to certain sounds Like the squeak of an old windmill as the blades keep going round There’s a far off moo and bellow of a baby calf and mom a rusty hinge on that old door that Dad should oil some Still not many wake me up before the rooster starts to crow But there’s one sound cuts right through my sleep that all the ranchers know It’s a sound unlike all others – it’s not loud, just out of place And it makes you bolt from bed as if a pistol starts a race I know your thinking fire and oh sure, that’s trouble too But if you’ve ever seen loose horses then you know what they can do. It was their hoof beats on the laneway that first lured me from my sleep And I could hear my family stirring but nobody made a peep A couple snorts and blows confirmed it and then Dad let out the call I heard LOOSE HORSES and in seconds I was running down the hall My mom and dad already were a pullin on their coats My sister went for halters I said that I’ll go get some oats Our strategy was sketchy in the early morning fog We had this Border Collie and he was a herding dog But he was old and even sheep would cause him some fatigue We knew that 20 frisky horses would be way out of his league
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by Mark Grice, an excerpt from his book Paint the Horse Blue The horses were enjoying the free run all round the place They circled through mom’s garden without slowing down their pace They trotted past machinery, over mowers, wire and harrows Tipping over buckets, bales, and tools, birdfeeders and wheelbarrows They weren’t too organized until mom’s gelding took the lead And then before you knew it they assembled a stampede The open road was in their sights but sis was just in luck She could almost reach the peddles and the keys were in Dad’s truck I guess the kid’s been watching him when he put’s it in gear Cuz when she past me on the lawn she had a grin from ear to ear She seemed to know that if she beat them to the end of our long lane That she could stop the charge and save us all a lot of pain She had shifted into third her head barely above the wheel Then she ducked down, stomped the clutch and we could hear the tranny squeal In fourth gear she was neck and neck with leaders of the pack We stood and watched as she found fifth and smoke blew from the stack She was on a mission all alone, not much that we could do Except to wait and watch and hope and pray that they would not get thru ‘cause if they hit the open road well then all bets were off and we’d need to get some neighbour’s help and maybe call the cops Sure nuff with cowgirl nerves of steel she beat them to the gate it was a tricky bit of driving when you know she’s only eight she turned the wheel and skidded til the truck had blocked the way and they stopped up short and spun around and headed back for hay Two colts had stopped to grab a snack, they wouldn’t be denied because the grass is always greener when you’re on the other side For the most part they were in formation at a slower rate So we lined up waving arms and brooms to shoe them through the gate Oh, the gate, yes it was open still, proof of the escape’s cause But let’s not be layin’ blame, let’s just take some time to pause Nobody’s hurt, the herd is back and Dad could hardly curse Sis left the truck and walked back cuz she couldn’t find reverse.
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No, No, Not the Boot! way, charmed many of the field and local landowners with a light-hearted quip. Many a young rider sat taller in the saddle as one of the Masters welcomed them to the day’s outing. On the appointed hour of ten o’clock, the Field Master issued the traditional command of “Hounds Please”, The Huntsman blew his horn and all 20 couple of hounds lifted their heads to the call and howled their response of “Yes Sir, let’s get started”. With a final laugh, Jean Watson admonished the Field Master “Don’t you dare chase my pet fox”. This was a standing order at Blithe Hill as a dog fox was frequently seen crossing the front lawn of the old stone house and Jean enjoyed the view of such seemingly carefree friendship with wild life. Because of the wet conditions, the Huntsman and the Field Master had agreed to stay out of the valley where the river was overflowing after the previous night’s heavy rain. Jean maintained this area as a beauty spot with well trimmed grass banks and daffodils and spring flowers. The ground could be badly cut up with the passage of horses’s hooves. The Hunt was a guest on this land and the landowner’s wishes were always to be respected. Instead of drawing north through the valley, the hounds and Field moved east to the 4th line along the 25th Side Road. At this point, the 4th Line becomes an unmaintained sandy track to
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the north. Hounds were put in where a creek followed the slope from the north. It was just a few minutes before the first hound spoke on a line. Moments later the rest of the pack piled on and the forest rang with the music of the hounds in full cry. The Whipper-in had been instructed to stay to the west and to try and keep the coyote and the hounds out of the river valley. Anxious to stay ahead of the quarry and to turn it away from its likely western route, she kicked her horse on and chose the fastest route to get ahead. The creek bed provided the most open access through the thick trees so she plunged on through the rising water of the stream. The hounds continued north in full cry and the Huntsman was able to stay parallel with them by staying on the unpaved track of the rarely used 4th line. Instructions rang out on the hunt radios for a road whip to get on up the 30th Side Road a mile to the north where the coyote seemed to be headed. Gravel flew as the wheels of the road whip’s car hastened to get into position. More radio instructions filled the airwaves as the mounted Whip to the east was urged to keep pace and turn any hounds if the coyote chose to go east towards the busy traffic on this major road. It was a fast and thrilling run. The adrenaline rush caused the riders in the field to take the girth up another hole
as their horses caught the feeling of a good gallop. Anticipation was high. At first it came through as a garbled message. Something about a problem mixed in with some very unladylike language. “Say again. I couldn’t hear you”, came the response in the Huntsman’s distinctive accent. “My horse got a hoof caught under a log in the creek bed. I got off and in trying to release it, my horse stood on my ankle. I don’t think it is broken but it sure hurts.” Clearly help was needed. One of the Masters, hearing the situation, jumped into the radio exchange, “Huntsman, you need to see to the hounds. Field Master, if you stay with the field, I will go and help the Whipper-In.” Fortunately the accident occurred just a short distance from where the trailers were parked at Blithe Hill. Limping badly and in pain, the Whipper-In managed to make her way, with her horse, back to the meet. Help was at hand and the horse was put in a stall while attention was given to the injured ankle. It was a case needing serious medical attention as she could no longer put her foot on the ground. “Right,” said the Master, “you are going to have that checked out at the Headwaters Hospital. “I will just load my horse in my trailer and take you to the hospital.” For once, the Master’s horse loaded with no fuss. With the horse in the trailer and Whipper-In in the passenger seat, the trio set off for
The Huntsman blew his horn and all 20 couple of hounds lifted their heads to the call and howled their response of “Yes Sir, let’s get started”.
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the hospital some five miles away. As a regular ambulance pulled away from the Emergency drop-off point, the truck and horse trailer moved into position at the entrance. To their credit, the waiting nurses did not make any jokes about what was the problem with the horse or that the veterinary hospital was on the other side of town. Instead, they quickly assessed the situation and helped the injured woman into a wheelchair. The driver followed her in to see if more information was needed. After some preliminaries, the patient quickly disappeared into a treatment room, out off sight but not out of hearing. After some mild exclamations of pain, a Nurse emerged only to come back a few moments later with an industrial sized pair of shears. Not quite as efficient as the equipment known as ‘the jaws of life’, but heavy duty enough that they would make short work of cutting through the thick leather of a well made riding boot. Shortly after the shears passed through the swinging doors of the treatment room, the Whipper-In’s voice rang out loudly. In an alarmed voice she yelled “No, no not the boot! These are brand new and expensive! Pull it off, I can handle it”. Unconfirmed rumours have it that she may have been given a glass of Jamaican rum and had a stick placed between her teeth with the instructions to bite down hard. Some say she might have had the bar of the snaffle bit from her horse’s bridle between her teeth, but we cannot be sure. The key point is that, despite muffled shouts and curses from behind the treatment room doors, the boot on the injured ankle was pulled off and the shears were returned, unused, to the cupboard .The new riding boots survived intact. The dedicated Whipper-In contin-
ued to attend to her duties in caring for the Hunt horses as she limped around on foot. It was over a month later before she appeared at another Meet on horseback and wearing her boots with not a scratch or cut to be seen anywhere. She was a shining example of
the hunting tradition that all Riders to Hounds should be impeccably attired from head to toe. A brave lady; one who knew that when you own comfortable riding boots, any pain is worth enduring to keep them in one piece and looking good. y
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up to Thoroughbreds. He told me a story about one particular time‌ He and his brother had been celebrating in the evening before one of the Hewick rides and had slept in their van. He awoke at about 5am to the sound of the fife and drums. He followed the sound to the nearby Monument where the Common Ride would be doing a memorial service. There he found a group of about twenty young men following the
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drummers into the square. The square was ringed with older men watching the proceedings. At 6am, a rugby type scrum began, with all the young men trying to capture a ramshorn long enough to extract a wad of snuff out of the horn. This prize was then given to one of the older gentleman, grandfather to the winner. The snuff prize was a nod to the old tradition of soldiers getting a pinch of snuff before a battle, or for a break during their meetings. The Common Rides are all about old traditions. The Ayreshire Common ride route was sure to visit the four original ports(gates) of entry to the town. Nearby inns were sure to supply the riders with one or more tots of whisky as a thank you to this tradition of keeping the town safe. This was true in all the border rides as well. Hugh remembers these rides as an important part of his life at that time, and has fond memories to this day. y ~ Christine Gracey
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