I leased a horse for the day and fell in love.
I got to hunt with Camargo Hunt, centered in Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky.
I rode a ground-covering, athletic 17 year-old saddlebred/paint cross named Charlie.
Yes, there were horses and traditions and tweeds and hounds and horns. But there wasn’t a lot of talking. Just riding and watching and listening. Social but silent.
I could see myself doing this a lot.