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There was a foxhunt yesterday, all over the parcel of land we're digging in! And I missed it! All we have is hoofprints, absolutely all over; one of the other crews got surrounded by dogs. It seems like such a good area to ride around in, too, at least assuming you don't step in somebody's old shovel test and get thrown or break an ankle or something. But, I mean, foxhunt!