Melbourne Hunt Saboteurs took a bit of a drive on Saturday. To pay a visit to the Barwon Hunt Club. Again as a first for this club, they have not been blessed with the attention of saboteurs. However, their hunt master is an expat from the UK, and we can sadly report that this cruel and barbaric tradition that has no impact on conservation is not limited to egotistical men. Barwon Hunt Clubs hunt master is female. Now we are not ones to ever play or allow sexism of any sorts. So the hunt master was shown no special treatment. Once we found the hunt, oh did we mention it was their opening hunt of the 2018 season? Well, we’ve seen more attendance at a bank on pension day then at this lots opening hunt. With that que our drone. Up up and away. Showing a few horseboxes a good collection of hounds but not many riders.
Wasn’t long before they figured out we had arrived and just like clockwork, the bumpkins came in with their chests puffed out, yelling trespass and to get off their land. Well. It’s wasn’t their land. In fact if we get into it, its stolen land…..but that’s another story.
The usual conversations took place until the land owner arrived, who again tried the usual chest beating. The hunt master even came down for a chat to advise that they were flushing out foxes with their hounds and had seven shooters to account for any foxes. Now while this is a legal method, we know better then to trust a red coat. With the police on their way we headed off to meet them and discuss the hunts activity.
While the police were polite. They had no interest in checking the legal requirements of the hunt. With the bumpkins following us we headed off to meet up with the hunt. What ensured was a lot of cat and mouse with the hunt support. They got in our faces, we got in theirs.
Sadly what followed was us driving up on a flushing of a fox. Three men with rifles all running in different directions and three gunshots. While one of the shooters got in his car and drove off he stopped short of a tree line and out came the field and red coats. No hounds tho. Had they been placed back in the hound van once we arrived? Surely they wouldn’t be stupid enough to shoot at their own hounds?
With that, the field left as did the shooters. The support stayed to give us their usual rants and annoying theatre.
After some deliberation we called it a day.