Breeding the best

HERE’S a wager for you. Following either an exceptionally difficult day’s hunting or one in which the adrenaline still soars through the bloodstream long after hounds and horses are loaded, every huntsman will be thinking about one thing: breeding.

This does not refer to their own potential. Some huntsmen’s wives might suggest more effort goes into researching a prospective husband for their best bitch than for the couple’s own daughter.

Huntsmen who are consumed by hunting study hound pedigrees with fierce academic application. They travel miles to watch a potential stallion hound at work.

It costs nothing to dream of breeding a future Peterborough champion. But that hound is no good if unsuited to its hunting country. Good conformation equates with longevity, but each country requires a different stamp of hound.

The Cattistock in Dorset needs an athletic hound in a landscape ranging from deep vale with thick hedges to steep, chalky hills studded with flint to the unique and exposed coastal setting of Abbotsbury.

A fashionable country like this also requires a close-knit pack of hounds