I live in the countryside and winter months are a busy time for hunters. On my daily walks I may come across the local hunt galloping at full throttle past the hound and I or more frequently, I cross paths with hunters out on a pheasant beating. Here's a photo I took yesterday at around 8 in the morning. With the PC brigade ruining it for everyone, I was careful to take a photo of the hunters from behind. They were on their way down to the woods at the bottom of the valley where pheasants are plentiful at this time of year.
I am very grateful to witness these old traditions and who knows, I may very well join in.