It's amazing what conversations one has on the hunting field. You meet all walks of life and get to discuss particular and peculiar interests — especially so in the form of hunting I follow: beagling. Since we follow on foot and walk, rest, and run, as we each see fit, there is plenty of time for conversation and chatter as well as for meditation. Except for when we comment on the potential ban hanging over this idyllic and ancient past-time, politics is avoided. In the presently muddy and miry fields of England, it's not really brought up — it is … Continue reading Report From an Enfettered Isle