The Crawley and Horsham Hunt, Old Surry and Burstow and West Kent Hunts.

Phew. That title was a vomit-worthy tongue twister wasn’t it?

Sadly tho, these vexatious bastards are just that. BASTARDS. Their complete lack of compassion and self-intoxicating desire to kill sees them out at least three times a week.

Today South Coast Hunt Saboteurs was without our general. However, saboteurs are built from an enduring mould. With four of us we headed off for a bit of a drive to meet up with saboteurs from West Sussex and also Gilford.

A quick change of vehicle and we were off.

The trick today was the terrain. With the hunt using the woods to hide from us.

Our trick is. Always look for the hunt support. So we did…successfully locating the hunt in no time. We’re off, quickly masking up to protect us from any form of doxxing. Enter the red coats. Scum they are. Abusing us from the get go. Telling us we’re trespassing. Yet they, are in clear violation of the hunting act, that, the old bill (police) simply turn a blind eye to. Including violence, threats and intimation towards the saboteurs. Not to mention complete miscarriages of justice for saboteurs in court.

Back to the hunt. With word a psychopath and belligerent huntsman who recently left his paid role with another hunt, was in the play with the red coats today. We were on guard. We stayed with the hounds for close to two hours, before they galloped off. Funny thing was, we saw no trail layers and the land we were on was not accessible by quad bikes, tho the hounds were running around easily. Sadly doing all they could to find a scent of a fox. We did find a dead deer. It appeared to have been there for a while.

The multi hunt meet today was supported by no less than 6 quad bikes full of bumpkins and two golf buggies…fancy a round anyone?

The bumpkins who are historically known for violence towards saboteurs were rather noiseless today. Good!

We called our support vehicle for a pick up, and drop off in front of the hunt.

Were we met them again in a section clearly identified by signs, stating that this area was used for deer culling, with firearms in use. It advised that all dogs be on a lead….interesting. The hunt clearly disobeying safety concerns for their hounds. SCUM!

What played out was the most bizarre experience with the hunt I’d ever had.

One hunt rider wanted a lengthy conversation with us. He proceeded to tell us that his hunt ( The Crawley and Horsham) had always laid trails, and that we would never understand the desire to hunt and respect hunting. No shit! When asked why his hunt were not transparent with their trail laying. His responses were based around that they didn’t want to (enter elite spoilt baby condition). “Well if you have nothing to hide”, we announced.

The remaining conversation was a load of hand on heart promises of trail laying. As we headed back to our support car, he followed still chatting away. I did compliment him on his horse and even got a pat in. Then things took a very unsafe turn. As we got in our car he stated that he was not going to let us pass and put his very beautiful horse in the path of the car. Not something a horse lover would do hey? As we attempted to monevuer around his horse safely he again blocked us. This created an oppturnity to pass through a gap without placing his horse in danger.

Success! Well almost. The rider then bought his horse to a canter alongside the car and yelled at us. Was he under the influence?? We sped up and it became clear the rider wasn’t giving up his pursuit so we pulled over and he passed. Not before we could tell him how dangerous it was to canter a horse on the road.

Enter the hunt again. Hounds quickly went into cry…trail hunting right? Wrong.

Saboteurs on the scene immediately saw the fox to safety as the huntsman and his trolls tried in vain to avoid.

I spent the next hour with the amazing Gilford Hunt Saboteurs, before calling in with the main group of saboteurs, who advised the hunt had returned and was packing up.

A regroup and debrief of the days activities followed. Cold, wet and muddy we got into our cars and headed home. Foxes safe, saboteurs successful tho cold, we had won this battle.

Hunt Saboteurs are really something else. I encourage you all to reach out to your local hunt saboteurs.

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