Mt. Victoria Coverts, available
Although it was brisk, the wind wasn’t strong enough to muffle the Huntsman’s voice, which carried easily. Eventually I heard that soft surf sound hounds make working through underbrush. Several minutes later one hound opened. Then another honored the first and soon all joined! At the old rail trail the first hound came flying from the covert. The Huntsman and the Field galloped out of the woods in time to see the hounds work the pines before slipping right towards the coverts between here and town. They lost the line along a dirt roadway but not before giving the field its first gallop of the day and the folks in the vehicles a chance to see them work.
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