The whole fox hunting thing has always been one of my least favourite aspects of the horse world (but lets not start that debate

) but fortunately the hunt local to my area is a drag hunt. Because of this, they can plan the route and always let the yard owners know if they will be using their land. In fact, me and my friend used to enjoy going up the fields to watch the hunt go by when we were younger.
But, like other people my bad experiences have REALLY put me off the local hunt. I went out riding several years ago with a friend (she's an adult, but was fairly novice at the time) and my sister (she must have been 11 or 12). Now, we knew the hunt was out, but had no idea which area they were in and, after weighing it up, figured we were quite unlikely to meet them. Oh how wrong we were!! We'd been out for about an hour, and were on a quiet country lane that crosses the side of a hill. On one side of the lane there is an enormous field (one of those 'I'd love to gallop there' ones) that slopes away up the hill, and there is no actual fence between them, just a (very) dillapidated stone wall and a slight bank. Well, as we turned a bend in the lane, we realised to our horror that the hunt had lined up at the very end of the field. Well, we stopped for a while, but the hunt seemed to be waiting (naively we assumed for us!) so carried on tentatively. To be honest, there was actually nothing else we could do. Anyway, we got closer and closer and the hunt stayed still, at which we really were convinced they were waiting for us. Of course, we got to about 50 metres from them, and the whole shebang started up with dogs barking and horns blowing and horses galloping.....I swear to God I thought I was gonna die!! So the whole procession came charging towards us, at which point a huge group of dogs actually leapt down onto the road!!! Well, my sister's pony decided he wanted in on the action, and started heading back down the road; my poor poor mare, who has never hunted, practically stood on her head trying to avoid those yowling revolting dogs; and my friend's horse Tanya belied her 26 years by charging off in the OTHER direction. It was not pretty, I tell you, though somehow none of us fell off and my sister managed to convince her pony that following dogs was a BAD idea. Seriously though, how freaking rude was that? It wouldn't have killed them to wait until we'd got passed them - there is no way they couldn't have seen us. We are so lucky as well that we weren't riding big strong types - fortunately none of our horses are the running off type, so we all managed to stop in some way shape or form before things got too dodgy.
So anyway, I definitely DO blame the hunt for upsetting our horses here. We would have been past them in a few minutes, so what on earth were they doing? And it is different to something else exciting the horses - my girl hates quad bikes, but the quads I've met have always waited until I'm well out of the way before charging off.