A beautiful winter Wednesday, beginning to feel more like spring. A glorious day to be on a horse instead of in front of a computer. Poor scenting conditions made today’s outing more of a trail ride than a hunt, but that didn’t really bother me much. My only complaint about the whole day is that there’s no West Wing tonight. Well .. maybe one other complaint. I miss my brother in the hunt field; I’m starting to feel outnumbered by all those wimmin. Today, I heard my name being called by a couple of beauties far behind me. I turned around to see them waving for me to come to them. Thinking this was the stuff dreams were made of, I nudged Arthur into a trot and approached them only to find that they had dropped a flask cap and needed a chivalrous gentleman to dismount and retrieve it, as they were dubious about their ability to remount. Somehow, all my dreams seem to have endings like that. Late note … just got word that our huntsman’s GPS unit reported that we covered 12.85 miles today .. not too shabby.