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Auf Drängen von Friederike Mönch nahm ich am 17.10.09 im HuL Marbach an meiner ersten Jagd teil. Da ich totales Neuland betreten wollte, war ich sehr nervös. Und da Friederikes und mein Pferd während der Anfahrt nicht so harmonierten und wir noch umladen mussten, kam es mir wie ein schlechtes Ohmen vor, da auch noch das Wetter nicht so toll war und es dauernd regnete. Als Stärkung gab es zum Stelldichein Hefezopf, Schnaps und Sekt. Unter leichtem Nieselregen, der zum Glück nach lies und aufhörte, holten wir unsere Pferde und wurden vom Jagdherrn Dr. Dieter Förschler begrüßt. Dann hieß es auf zur Jagd. Mein Pferd war sehr nervös, da es für uns beide die erste Jagd war und die vielen Pferde und Hunde ungewohnt waren. Doch mein Pferd hat sich als begeistertes Jagdpferd herausgestellt. Sie machte super mit und so machte die Jagd riesigen Spaß. Die Pause kam sehr schnell und die Reiter und Zuschauer wurden mit Schmalzbrot, Laugenweckle, Pfefferbeißer und Getränken gestärkt. Der Boden hat auch nach der Unterbrechung super gehalten und das Wetter auch. Verwundert haben mich die vielen Fotografen, die trotz des schlechten Wetters fleißig Fotos machten – ob das wohl immer so ist? Auch die Jagdbläser hielten bei den schlechten Verhältnissen durch. Die Schleppen waren super gelegt und die Hindernisse den Wetterverhältnissen angepasst und trotz manchem übermütigen Reiter ist nichts Schlimmes passiert. Ausgeklungen ist die Jagd für die Hunde mit Pansen und für die Reiter mit Bruch und Meuteknopf. Für mich war meine erste Jagd ein voller Erfolg. Nur beim nächsten Mal sollt ich meine Stollen besser reindrehen, da ich die Hälfte verloren hab. Was mich nicht an einer Wiederholung hindern wird. Berichterstatterin: Isabel Wacker |
Jagdherr Dr. Dieter Förschler Master Gerd Klapschus |
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ein weiterer Bericht |
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Jagd in Marbach bei 3% |
Die Bläser am Stutenbrunnen
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After successfully landing at Stuttgart on the Friday morning, we travelled to
Marbach a.N. which is north of Stuttgart – apparently, the same mistake as the
Queen of England in 1965. After 5 hours and guidance from Oliver Georgii
we arrived at Marbach Stud, Gomadingen; where Rolf Eberhardt, the Stud
Manager, was waiting patiently.
Our riding experience started with a
short walk to the first obstacle and then what one would describe as mayhem,
erupted (Chaos). Horse going everywhere, expressing frivolity and uncontainable
excitement; provoking the English gentlemen to break ranks by not staying in
line and going off, to do our own thing. After attempting the first obstacle,
the horses and mount settled down. However, Robert could not slow or stop his
horse which was really scary and disconcerting, yet fun to watch, as he vanished
into the next field with no control.
Saturday morning started with a tour of Marbach stud which was very interesting, and something completely different to what either of us had previously experienced; very enjoyable and fascinating. Then it was time to get the horses ready, which came as a shock, particularly for John who always has his horse groomed and tacked, ready to go; when hunting in England. After disassembling the language barrier, a gentleman’s agreement was established; John’s horse was prepared. In England, it is traditional for the horse to be groomed for a rider. It was soon time for the meet; we entered the stud to
be greeted with warm smiles, good food and drink. When the horns started to
play, the music echoed majestically around the room and made the hairs stand up
on the back of our necks; it was truly an exuberant delight to
behold.
Upon returning to the stable block, we collected our horses and
rode out on the first run. With the full cry from the hounds, as the scent was
locked, the mounted field gave chase with a massive explosion from our horses;
with what seemed like a pace of 40 km per hour. It was electrifying; a massive
burst of energy from the horses and huge smiles from the riders (a mixture of
fear, trapped wind and excitement). Over our first obstacle and gallop away to
the second which we both missed due to the rapid pace and the horses clinging to
the path of herd. This was the only jump that John missed, but Robert was still
attempting to hold or stop his horse. One thing that really stuck out, was the
abundance of photographers; Dirk Fichter as offical photographer, Gabriele Boiselle and her students, with
Bernadette Georgii blending in with John’s camera; taking photos like the
professionals; sending us home with a digital memory, thank you. We galloped
heartedly, and manfully managed to complete both runs, one and two. John had
managed to work his way forward to the front for the second run. Robert did
manage to complete the second run although he did do a number of large circles
with his riding hat half way down his face. Is this something they do in
England? John was now well and truly hooked, and was jumping every obstacle as
if trying to qualify for the GB Olympic team. We then encountered superb
hospitality yet again at the break, with great food and drink and excellent
conversation and a warm welcome from new faces. Lots of people came up to both
of us and made us very welcome. With some slight adjustment to Robert’ s bridle
he now had control and look out as Robert decided to join John at the front of
the hunt for the last two runs. It was transformational as they both jumped each
and every obstacle with massive beaming smiles and shouts of joy.
Watching the hounds fly across the fields and through the wood was
truly a delight. Built slightly larger than the pack we follow in England, stag
hound bloodline one’s told; graced with a swift pace. They looked healthy, fit
and were keen to serve; controlled well and attentive; demonstrating unreserved
loyalty to Huntsman and Master Gerd Klapschus. Upon returning to the Marbach
Stud, we both appreciated seeing the Français-Tricolores being rewarded
with the cow stomach lining. This was a splendid way of saying thank you to
them, for the days sport we all enjoyed. Your country was open and bold with
obstacles and jumps, all providing fascination and a challenge to ride
across.
The whole experience was truly wonderful; the adrenalin was
flowing throughout, with animated laughter and jubilation being the order of the
day. We both decided that hunting with Badischer Schleppjagdverein Hardt Meute
at the Marbach Stud was so fantastic that we would like to come back and hunt
next year. We were both humbled by the kindness and warmth of our German hosts,
who made the weekend spectacular for us. There are many characters’ that will
be remembered and whom we are indebted to.
Our adventure was very enjoyable and thank you again, for such a fabulous time; it is appreciated. We made lots of good friends that day hunting in Germany. Report: Robert & John |
Robert John |
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Landestrainer Vielseitigkeit Fritz Pape |
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