A glimpse at the first year of Big Sky Hounds.
Marooned in a snowbank with nothing but my hounds, battling Mother Nature and cuddling up together, it took this brutal winter to solidify a few essential truths. I had suspected these, but in the Petrie dish of isolated winter survival, I am now convinced.
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Almost every hunt across Europe and North America conducts a Blessing of the Hounds. St Hubert, the patron saint of hunters and huntsmen, began this tradition twelve hundred years ago.
